OH EENIEY GUESS WHO ITS YOUR FAVORITE ANON 💙💙💙
I hope you’ve been doing well!! We’ve missed you very much and I’m here with my folder again, this time to request more of your fairy boy- perhaps something wedding themed? I’d love to see my favorite narcissist get pampered even more (I say narcissist with all the love in my heart. He’s the reason I found your blog!!)
“A Crown of Living Blossoms”
Tags: Male Fairy x GN Reader | Fairy Wedding | Overworking Husband | Dressing You Up | Floral Adornments | Proud Groom | Tiny Husband Energy & Nature's Finest Attire.
AN BLUE welcome back always nice to eat your requests mwuah. Don't you just love imagining fae weddings, I focused more on the prep rather than the wedding itself, wanted to picture him like a busy bee before just melting at the sight of his lover.
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A fairy wedding was nothing like a human one. There were no stone chapels, no polished pews, no rows of carefully folded chairs.
Instead, the forest itself had decided to host. Branches arched overhead until they wove together into a living cathedral, sunlight spilling through emerald leaves in ribbons of gold. Flowers climbed every trunk, every vine, blooming all at once as if they, too, had received an invitation.
The forest was dressing for the occasion, Sylvian insisted it was only proper. "It would be embarrassing if the woodland looked underprepared," he'd said with a dismissive flick of his hand. "Thankfully, it has excellent taste."
Naturally, he had been impossible all morning. You'd caught glimpses of him only in flashes of violet and orchid-pink as he darted through the trees.
"No, no, higher!" A swarm of tiny fairies scrambled to adjust a garland.
"The lilies belong near the spring, not beside the elder roots! Honestly, has no one studied composition?" He zipped away before anyone could answer.
Another fairy called after him in what could only be understood to you as the sound of bells and soft jingles.
"My outfit is already perfect!" He answered.
The sound continued with a huff and a cute pout from the fairy.
"...That is beside the point."
The entire grove buzzed with affectionate laughter, everyone knew their fellow flower fae. He was fussy, theatrical. He had rearranged the same cluster of flowers four times because the pink was "arguing with the moss."
But no one complained, at least not today, not when the brightest fairy in the forest looked happier than the dawn itself.
Meanwhile...
You had been quietly stolen away. "Oh, goodness..." Gentle hands guided you to a seat carved from the roots of an ancient oak. A circle of fairy attendants surrounded you, their wings humming excitedly. Again with harmonies of tunes and chimes, but being closer, you could actually make out a few words between the music.
"They're taller than I imagined."
"They're beautiful."
"Look how careful they sit!"
You smiled despite yourself. "I can hear you." A chorus of embarrassed giggles answered.
Unlike human tailors, fairy attendants didn't sew, they grew. One little fairy tucked a flowering vine around your shoulders, the buds opened immediately. Another combed their fingers through your hair, and wherever they touched, tiny blossoms unfurled. Not woven into your hair, it was almost as if they were growing from it.
Soft ferns curled behind your ears, jasmine threaded itself through loose strands, orchid petals nestled among fresh greenery, each bloom opening as though greeting an old friend.
A third fairy stepped back and gasped.
"What?" you asked, suddenly surprised. She clasped both hands over her heart, her wings slowing down and letting her fall down slowly. The others sighed dreamily aswell, the reaction making it hard to hold in a giggle from you as the blossoms framed around your face.
None of them noticed the tiny figure hovering outside the woven curtain of vines. He hadn't meant to peek, truly. He'd only wanted to check whether everything was proceeding according to his exceptionally high standards.
Just one glance, that was all. Instead... he forgot how to fly. His wings continued beating on instinct, but every thought simply... stopped.
You sat surrounded by living flowers, sunlight filtered through leaves, scattering soft patterns across your skin. Your clothes didn't look embroidered, they almost bloomed. Fresh ivy traced gentle lines along the fabric, white blossoms opening with every breath you took.
You looked... "...Oh." It was all he managed. One of the attendants noticed him first, she clapped a hand over her mouth. 'The groom's spying!'
Immediately, every fairy dissolved into delighted giggles. "I was not spying," Sylvian replied automatically, he hadn't looked away once. "I was..." His voice faltered, "...conducting quality assurance."
Another burst of laughter. 'So that's why you're blushing?'
"I am radiant by nature." The attendants exchanged knowing looks, then one of them smiled warmly, motioning him to come closer.
He floated forward almost absentmindedly, you turned at the sound of wings, "There you are." The smile you gave him was small but warm as ever, Sylvian landed on your shoulder without a word, he reached up with both tiny hands and adjusted a single orchid bloom near your temple. Not because it needed fixing, it was because he wanted an excuse to touch you.
"...Perfect." His voice came out much quieter than he'd intended. "You've been running around all morning." You chuckled. "Everything finished?" He looked utterly offended. "Of course...mostly. The flower arch is slightly off."
"It can wait."
"Can it?" You reached up, cupping him carefully in your hand. "So can you." His wings gave one helpless flutter.
"I..." He looked back toward the bustling grove, fairies hanging lanterns, birds weaving ribbons, blossoms opening one by one. Then back to you. "...Perhaps."
You smiled, "My Sylvian." He made the tiniest, most indignant noise, face turning the exact shade of the orchids decorating your clothes. He lifted his chin with practiced elegance. "I selected someone extraordinarily beautiful to marry."
His tiny hand found your finger, curling around it. "They'll spend the next hundred years trying to imitate this wedding."
"And if they do?"
He grinned, all bright confidence and impossible charm returning in full. "They'll fail." He leaned forward, pressing a feather-light kiss against your knuckle. "Because they'll never have you."
And for all his vanity—for all the admiring mirrors, the endless fussing over flowers, the dramatic critiques and impeccable standards—everyone present knew the truth.
Sylvian had always believed he was the most beautiful thing in the forest, until the day he met you.
Now, every beautiful thing he found became something he wanted to place gently at your feet, hoping the forest itself might reflect even a fraction of the wonder he saw whenever he looked at his beloved.
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