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You can't help your natural curiosity to see the Winter Woods and cross the border. You know better than to cross, so you're able to keep your distance. That is, until someone from the Winter Wood urges you even further to break the rules.
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cw: eventual smut, yearning, angsty, to comfort though, Tinkerbell AU, oral (fem receiving), fingering, handjob, orgasm denial, creampie, marathon sex implied
The first time you ever went to the border between the warm and winter seasons, you were a young fairy. A new queen to Pixie Hollow, young and naive, trying to do your best for your fairies.
You were naturally curious; no warm fairy ever went to the winter side, and vice versa. The winter fairies weren't made to handle the heat, and warm fairies weren't meant to handle the cold; it could cause a wing to break.
You were dressed in the colors of summer, golden pixie dust falling from your dress, like it did from the tree. Vines dress up your legs, twisting and turning in every direction. And your newly addressed flower crown sat on top of your head.
The crown was heavier than you expected it to be, and you had constant obligations and meetings with the council. They had warned you many a time how dangerous the Winter Wood was for your summer fairies, and how important it was that you follow the rules along with your fairies.
Even if it wasn't against the rules per se, it was just highly frowned upon.
You watched the gold on your body reflected in the bright, freshly fallen snow, making you look down at the fluffy-looking powder.
It looked beautiful, you thought, how in the world could it be dangerous? It was just a little cold.
From the top of the winter trees, Lord Nanami of the Winter Wood was watching you curiously. What was the queen doing over here? She, of all people, should know better than to be near the border.
His wings flutter as he slowly drifts downward, careful not be seen by you.
You decided to stick your finger past the border, immediately pulling back when you felt how cold it really was.
"Eep!" You yelped out. You smile, not feeling something so cold before, deciding to stick your nose to the cold side, once again immediately pulling back.
You bring your hands up to cover your nose and warm it. "So cold," you muttered to yourself.
"Well, it wouldn't be called the Winter Wood if it wasn't." A voice commented.
You jumped back a bit with a flitter of your wings. You turn your head to the side to see a man with pale blonde hair staring at you. Covered in a dark winter-blue cloak edged with frost. His wings folded neatly behind him, looking like glass covered in frost. They were beautiful.
You flushed in embarrassment, along with the fact that he was stupidly cute.
"You shouldn't be here, my lady." He says, walking towards you, stopping just short of the border.
Your wings flared defensively as you crossed your arms. "Well, I should be saying the same thing to you, Lord Nanami."
You two haven't met before, but your names stretched across even to the opposite season world. You knew of Lord Nanami, and, of course, he knew of you, Queen Y/n.
His brows creased together–not out of anger, but concern. "The Winter Wood isn't made for spring fairies. We don't cross the border."
"I can handle a little cold." She argued.
"Your wings can't." He replied evenly.
That made her quiet; he was right. They didn't know what would happen to their wings. Their bodies would be fine, but who knows what would happen to their wings? Wings were everything to a fairy.
"You'll get hurt," he said finally.
"Why do you care?" You asked.
He chuckled. "They'd chop my wings for letting anything happen to the Queen."
You giggled. "I guess so, I just wanted to see what it was like over there, it looks so pretty."
Nanami hums in understanding. "Yes, I feel the same looking on your side."
"Oh, so you lecture me, but yet you're here doing the same thing?" You teased.
"It is my job, my lady." He confirmed. "but I also can't help but wonder."
You smile. "Well, what do you like most about spring? Since you're also a little rule breaker."
He thought for a moment, you could've sworn his pointed ears started turning red at the ends. "Bugs,"
"Bugs?" You repeated with a giggle.
"It's too cold for them over here; we don't really have bugs," he explained. "So, I like seeing all the bugs."
"Which one is your favorite?"
"I've only read about them from the keeper's books; I have yet to see one from over here." He started. "But butterflies."
You paused for a moment in thought.
"I could bring one, to the border that is." You offered.
His eyes light up at your suggestion against his better judgment. He should say no, never come back to the border, never see you again. But he wanted to, not just because of your kindness to show him a butterfly, but because he wanted to see you.
"You'd do that?" He asked.
"Of course," you say with a pretty smile. "But I want to see something too, if that's okay."
"What could you want to see from the winter, my lady?" he asked, genuinely curious; he didn't think his world was anywhere as beautiful as yours and you.
"A snowflake, a big snowflake!" You answer with wide eyes, clearly excited. You knew the winter fairies could do that but you've never met one so you've never seen one.
He couldn't help but laugh at that, at your excitement; it was cute. You were excited over something so simple as a snowflake.
"As you wish, your majesty."
After that first meeting, you and Nanami met every day, your love growing stronger for each other. You two longed to be together, to share your worlds with each other, show him all the butterflies he wanted to see, and show you all the snowflakes he could possibly make.
After each day, he would stay and watch you fly away, wishing to just follow you back home and stay with you until age took you both together.
You both wanted nothing more than to hold each other whenever you wanted, feel the other outside of just their hands.
Until one day, he couldn't take being away from you anymore; he had to have you with him.
So when you two met at the border, like you always did, he crossed. His heart betrays his brain, betraying logic, what he knows he should do.
The heat of the spring went unnoticed by him; all he could think of was you, you, you.
You gasped when he did, stepping back from him out of pure shock. "Kento! You shouldn't cross!"
He stepped towards you in three measured steps, grabbing your waist and pulling you as close as he could to himself.
He stepped towards you in three measured steps, grabbing your waist and pulling you as close as he could to himself. Your hands reached up to rest on his chest. He was cold, but it felt nice, it felt right. “I–I couldn’t–” his voice faltered and cracked, unable to believe he was actually holding you. “I couldn’t stand not holding you anymore. I need you.”
Your hands clenched down, gripping onto his shirt as he slowly moved his face closer to yours. “You could get hurt, Ken.”
He stopped just short of meeting your lips, his cool breath hitting your lips, making you shiver. “Just once, I just need to feel you once, please.”
You didn’t answer or pull away; instead, you grabbed his shirt and crashed your lips onto his.
You both were messy, desperate. Neither of you cared; all you wanted was to feel the other. There was no elegance to your kiss, just the raw, desperate need to feel each other.
His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you even closer, shocked it was even possible, feeling an undeniable hardness poking into you. You release a breathy gasp into his mouth, hearing him groan out in response.
He moved his lips down to meet your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the side. It was like he was memorizing you, like he already knew this would be his one and only chance.
Your wings fluttered uncontrollably.
"Kento," you breathed out.
He hummed along your neck as he left trails of marks down your neck.
But before you both could move any further, the pain of spring on his wings. He winced, his lips moving off your neck.
You look at him in confusion before you look over his shoulder to see his wings wrinkling up. He let out a strained sound as his knees buckled, his hands slipping to your hips, and he leaned against your stomach.
“Kento!” You caught him instantly, panic flooding you. “Your wing—oh my gods—”
Your hands shook as you helped him back, step by agonizing step, toward the border. The moment his body crossed back into Winter, the pain dulled, but the damage remained.
His right wing was frozen back too quickly, a sickening cracking sound forming as his wing on his right side fell off at the halfway point of his wing.
You covered your mouth in horror, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
There was no cure for a broken wing.
You fell to your knees in front of him, desperately trying to apologize. "I'm so sorry, Kento. I should've stopped you. I should've--"
"No, no," he assured, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, but you moved away, trying to keep him in the cold. "This was my choice."
The guilt already settled deep in your chest.
He never would have crossed over if he hadn't met you; he wouldn't have broken his wing.
That night when you returned home, you had decided.
Gathering every fairy you declared, "No fairy will ever cross the border between Spring and Winter."
The shock followed. The fairies had always known you for your kindness; you never made rules unless absolutely necessary. This must've been serious then.
Words spread quickly to the winter side. Nanami was one of the first to hear.
Of course, he understood why you did it. If the roles were reversed, perhaps he would've done the same. You were doing it to protect him and your other fairies; a broken wing was horrid for a fairy.
It felt cruel, though. The one time he got to touch you would be the last.
He still enforced it, though; it was what you wanted, even if it wasn't what he wanted.
Years passed, and your ruling still stood. The seasons flourished as they were supposed to, and you stayed queen, trying to do what was best for all fairies.
Kento did his best as Lord of Winter as well. Keeping your rulings. He found a way to travel as a fairy with a broken wing, the snowy owls giving him flight.
One of your feistier fairies, Maki–known for breaking your rules–had been crossing the border to meet with her sister Mai, born of the same laugh. Except that Maki was born on the warm side and Mai was born on the winter side.
Mai had nearly lost her wing while crossing over to the warm side, an idea she had generated. The little tinker made a portable snowmaker but had run out of ice, leaving Mai too warm.
Thankfully, they had gotten her back over to the winter side, Nanami meeting up there to care for Mai, who thankfully helped her fix her wings before the damage became irreversible.
"This is why we do not cross the border," Nanami explained. "Your wings could break."
The girls tried to protest, not wanting to be apart. He understood, of course, better than anyone.
"The rule is there to protect you. I'm sorry." He apologized genuinely. "You two can never see each other again."
"No, please! We belong together!" Mai protested.
Nanami closes his eyes, pained by the reminder. You and he belonged together, but had to stay apart to stay safe. He knew how the girls felt. Wanting to be close to that certain person. All he wanted was to fly to you, hold you in his arms again, and never let go. He could see you once again and die that next day a happy man, having that chance one last time.
"Lord Nanami! Your rule will not keep us apart!" Maki claimed fiercely.
"Maki!" Your elegant voice cuts through.
All turned to look at you, the queen.
Nanami froze in place, seeing you again for the first time in years. You were radiant, no longer the new young queen of a small world. But a wise ruler, you were older, not in the way humans aged, but how responsibility ages a woman, especially one in rule. Your wings carried you steadily now, no longer with that fluttering, reckless joy.
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. He was stunned. You were real, really here, fluttering only feet away from him.
All the memories came rushing back at once.
Your warmth under his hands.
The softness of your lips.
The jingle of your laughter hitting his ears.
All he could think of was how beautiful you looked, and how his heart ached being near you again, coming back to life.
"It's not Lord Nanami's rule, it's mine." You explain to your fairy.
She looked up at you in surprise. Not expecting you to be the one to enforce such a rule.
"I'm sorry," You apologized to her, sadness etched into your beautiful face.
"You should go deeper into the cold," Nanami suggested to Mai.
But before the girls could part for good, they hugged goodbye. Their exact same patterned wings, sparkling in sync. Quickly flying away from each other, not looking back at the other, for the pain was too great.
You looked down sadly, glancing back up at your long-lost love, the border dividing you two still after all this time. Closing your eyes in pain, believing him to be angry with you, you fly back to the Pixie Dust Tree.
He sighs longingly, mounting his snowy owl and flying away from the border, but not before knocking down the machine that nearly got Mai's wings broken.
Unfortunately, the machine hadn't been destroyed as he intended; it had gotten caught on some branches, the running water kept it running, and there was an unlimited supply of ice. Creating a giant snowstorm on the warm side of the fairy world.
You met back up at the tree to speak with Maki.
“Queen Y/n, why?” She asked, her heart breaking in the question.
You never told anyone this story, but Maki had to understand. She was one of the only other fairies in a situation similar to yours.
“Maki. Long ago, when Pixie Hollow was very young, two fairies met and fell in love.”
The entire time you explained your story, you kept the same melancholy look on your face, only occasionally lifting up when you remembered some memories of your Kento. Little did you know, Kento was in the same situation as you, but with Mai, explaining the same story to her.
“One of them was a Winter Fairy and the other was from the warm season,” you continued. “The two fairies were enchanted with each other. And every sunset they meet at the border where spring touches winter.”
“But as their love grew stronger, they wished to be together and share each other’s worlds. So they disregarded the danger and crossed.” You paused with a heavy sigh. “One of them broke a wing.”
“For which there is no cure.” You turned away from her, trying to keep yourself composed. “From that day forward, I had decreed that no fairy would cross the border again. Lord Nanami agreed.”
“And…the two fairies? What happened to them?” Maki asked.
Your wings lowered. “They had to say goodbye,” you answered with a whisper.
Her wings lowered as she moved to the open hole of the Pixie Dust Tree, flakes of snow catching her attention. With a gasp, she called for you, your wings perking up in attention as you then also noticed the flurries around the tree.
There shouldn’t be snow in the warm seasons!
You quickly fly to the border with Maki and others of the council, worried for the fate of Pixie Hollow. There, you saw the others trying to dislodge Maki’s machine from the branches, to hopefully stop the storm. But the temperature was quickly plummeting, even after the machine was dislodged. The seasons have been thrown out of balance, and ice is quickly spreading through the warm seasons.
You and the other fairies hold your arms close to your bodies to preserve heat.
The Autumn Council fairy speaks up as he watches the branches break off one of the frozen trees. "My Queen, the Pixie Dust Tree!"
Your eyes widen in horror. You didn't answer; you just started to fly as quickly as you could to the Pixie Dust Tree. "We have to hope we can stop the tree from freezing. Or else there will be no more pixie dust, and with no dust, no fairy will ever fly again."
It felt like it was your fault all over again. Had you just let the girls see each other and find a way around it, like Maki was trying to do, the tree wouldn't be in danger.
Your crown has always been such a heavy burden. Nothing you had done could possibly be good enough.
"Hurry! We must do everything we can!" You announce.
Your fairies worked quickly, using their small blankets to try to protect their home. Other fairies hide the warm-season animals to protect them from the cold. You, as the queen, had different magic, more powerful magic, using whatever of it you could to preserve the tree.
The freeze was fast approaching the tree, and all the efforts you and your fairies were making were effortless. It seemed hopeless.
Maki finally returned to the tree after her long, final run to save some of the animals. She brought Maki with her, along with some of her other winter friends, and was able to pass them now since it was cold enough.
"Queen Y/n! They can help!" Maki exclaimed.
"Our frost, it covers like a blanket." Mai quickly explained. "It can protect the tree."
Your eyes widen, a solid solution.
"Do it," you answer quickly.
The frost fairies quickly went to work covering the Pixie Dust Tree, the freeze spreading even fast towards the tree. The three frost fairies weren't enough though, they were too small, the tree was too big, and the freeze was spreading too fast.
"The tree is too big!" One of Mai's friends yells, worried, as she continues to work.
Worry etches over your face until you hear the screeching of an owl. You turn to the sound to see Lord Nanami–your Kento–flying on his snowy owl, along with more frost fairies following him to the Pixie Dust Tree.
He gives out quick orders to his fairies that you can't hear, who spread out throughout Pixie Hollow, most coming to the Pixie Dust Tree. Frost quickly spread across the land, coloring it white, along with the Pixie Dust Tree. Relief spreads across your face as you hug yourself tighter to stay warm, making sure all your other fairies have blankets, keeping their wings warm.
Everything was now covered in frost; all that was left to do was wait for the freeze to stop and wait for it to melt. All that was left to do was hope Maki and Mai's plan worked.
The other winter fairies met back up at the Pixie Dust Tree once they were finished. Nanami ordered the warm fairies to go hide inside where the heat would be.
Nanami finally comes up to you, the last fairy outside of the tree. "Will everything be alright?" You asked, worried.
He sighed. "I don't know, I've never seen anything like this." He answers truthfully.
Your brows furrow together as you look at him. You hadn't been this close to him in years, since the day his wing broke. You breathe out in a shiver as you rub your hand up and down your arms.
Nanami quickly takes off his cloak, covering you with it, making sure your wings stay inside. It immediately started to work. His hands lingered on your shoulders for a brief moment, savoring whatever time he had with you.
"Thank you, Ken," you whispered out, a soft smile forming on your face. You hadn't called him that in years, but it still felt right; you couldn't call him anything else. “I’m so sorry–”
“Shh,” he hushed you, his cool hand cupping your cheek. It felt like no time had passed, like everything between the two of you stayed the same. “Nothing to apologize for, my love,”
“Please, take cover, stay warm.” He pleaded.
There was no arguing with him; that part of him stayed the same as when you were young. You both turned away, going inside the tree before you turned back to look at him. Since his cloak was now wrapped around you, his wings, including the broken one, were revealed to the world. It made you feel sick, reminded you how this was all your fault, and that guilt never truly leaves.
The winter fairies stood guard outside the tree while the rest of the spring fairies stayed inside, waiting for the freeze to finally stop.
And once it was over, all fairies gathered where the pixie dust flowed from the tree. Nanami quickly moves to your side, waiting and watching with you.
Then the familiar glow of pixie dust pours down and pools in the center.
All the fairies flew around in joy, thrilled that the plan had worked; all their hard work covering the tree had paid off.
Her sister flew down, worried that her sister wasn’t flying with her.
Maki slowly took off the jacket she was wearing, revealing her broken wing barely hanging on by a thread.
You covered your mouth in shock.
One of your youngest fairies had now lost her gift of flight.
This is precisely why you had your rule; it already happened to the man you loved most, now to another one of your fairies.
Nanami stepped foward noticing your internal conflict. His hand holding onto your shoulder in comfort. "This happened because we tried to keep you apart."
But it was your rule, not his.
"Never again," you say firmly. Nanami looking down at you in surprise. "You belong together."
The sun's light starts to shine through the Pixie Dust Tree, and it's warming up. The winter fairies had to get back to winter soon.
Before the girls parted, though, they connected their wings together as they did many times before, ever since they found the other. A burst of light pops through, making them jump apart and giggle.
They quickly stop noticing Maki's wing was starting to heal.
Your eyes widen hopefully.
They brought their wings together again until Maki's wing was fully healed.
The girls proved to you winter and warm fairies could be together, it could work.
All the fairies celebrated, Nanami wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you close to his side. You lay your hand to rest on his chest, leaning into his touch that you havent felt in years. You've missed him. This felt like a dream you've dreamt a million times over the years.
For a moment you both looked at each other before leaning towards the others' face.
Lips colliding in a soft kiss this time.
His lips were cool, yours were warm, it felt like pure bliss.
Now with the border open to the winter and warm fairies, most times the warm going over to winter with a new idea to shield the warm fairies with frost to keep the warm in, like they did with the tree.
Nanami wasted no time getting you over to him, your wings freshly covered in frost, though the rest of you were bare on his bed. He made sure to warm the place up for you, but as long as your wings were safe, you could bear the cold.
He had your body laid out on his bed before him like a feast. Your nipples perked up from the cold, but he found your body still felt warm.
He found his way in between your thighs, pressing your legs up so your knees nearly met your shoulders. You were already slick for him, waiting far too long for him.
Nanami just stared at you from in between your thighs for a good few minutes, wanting to simply admire your beauty he'd dreamt of far too many times.
You whined in anticipation. "Ken, please,"
"I'm sorry, my love," he apologized as he kissed his way up your plump thighs. "I've waited too long for this to rush, I have to worship and admire every bit of you."
You were about to protest his waiting again before he dove into your cunt.
You cried out, bucking your hips up to meet his lips.
Now normally Nanami might be a bit neater while eating, but he couldn't with how sweet you tasted like he knew you would. Your arousal pooling onto the bed, well whatever he wasn't lapping up anyways.
"Oh, s' good..." You cry so sweetly out at the pleasure, the feeling of his tongue against your lips, his nose nudging against your clit.
Worst of it was that he stared directly at you the entire time, wanting to see every expression you had to offer him. He wanted to see more, though, so he brought his middle and pointer finger to the entrance of your cunt. Pushing through the tight ring of muscle with ease, he moves his fingers in and out at a torturously slow pace.
Your back arches at the dual stimulation, your pussy clamping down around his fingers making him moan into your cunt. He moves a bit faster until your moans turn into high pitched cries.
"haahh~ Ken! 'm cummin'!" You slur out, drunk on the pleasure he's giving you.
He stops immediately, making you try to grind your hips onto his face to push you over the edge, but he fully moves away from you.
"Nonono, Ken, please," you beg, lifting your hips up to chase after him.
He climbs up to hover over you, his thick cock lying against your lower stomach. It made your lower tummy clench in anticipation; you've been wanting this for years. You felt him throb in need against you.
"Don't worry, my darling, I'll give you what you need," he reassured you. "I'll make you cum as many times as you need, just as long as its on my cock~"
You wrap your hand around his thick erection, lathering your hand up in the pre cum leaking from his angry red tip. It was like his cock was angry at the two of you for staying away from each other for so long. Never again, though, you two were going to make up for all the time you've lost.
You move your hand up and down his long cock, giving a slight twist when you reach the head. Fuck– it made him groan out at the feeling of your small hand wrapped around him, rubbing him so nicely. He thrusts into your hand, matching the pace you set with your hand.
His face was so lewd, his cheeks flushed along with the bridge of his nose. His usually neat hair was sticking against his sweaty forehead, his eyes squinted into a needy expression. All you could do was watch him; he was so pretty.
He was already so pussydrunk, and he hadn't even bullied himself into your cunt yet.
"You're so beautiful, you have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this." He admitted taking one of your breasts into his hand, rolling your hardened nipple betwen his thumb and pointer finger. "How pretty I knew your cunt would be, how sweet you'd sound–fuck–"
He had enough, he couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed your legs, easily throwing them over his shoulders putting you in the meanest mating press.
He glided his cock back and forth against your slick pussylips, the head of his cock catching against your clit every time he thrusted upwards. It made you whine out in pure need.
"Ken~" you whine, looking up at him with those big fucked out eyes of yours. He couldn't deny you or tease you any longer, no matter how intoxicating it was.
He slowly pushed himself into you, you mouth forming into an O shape.
"O-oh, fuck," he moans out lowly, he always thought you would feel good but not this damn good. You stretch so beautifully around his cock, like you were made for him, and hell maybe you were.
You let out a breathy moan, feeling every bit of him stretch you out, feel every vein against the ridges in your cunt. A squeal sound escaping your pussy when he finally bottomed out. He positions his hands onto the bottom of your thighs as he dives himself in and out of your cunt at an insanely sickening pace.
You couldn't hold back your moans, little 'ah ah ah's leaving your throat. "P-please, Ken, please, more,"
And who was he to deny you?
His hips rut into you faster and harder, the head of his cock kissing your cervix at every push in. Stuffing you full of him. Opening every crevice of your velvity cunt.
Looking up into his eyes seeing his eyes already blown, under the spell of you that he never wanted to break out of.
"S'good, fuck, oh–" he can't even speak couldn't tell you everything he wanted to, he'd have more time for that later though.
"Kento– hck! You're gonna break me," you whined your body unintnetionally squirming away from him making him suddenly lock back into reality.
His hands move to grab at your waist and drag you back onto his cock, firmly keeping you right where he wanted you, to use you how he wanted. He was going to make you take it, you were made just for him weren't you? Of course you'd have to be able to take his cock.
"Hah don't run, sweet girl, please," he begged as he plowed his cock into you, dragging your hips to meet his thrusts.
Your moans started to turn into high pitched mewls, his cock now hitting the perfect spot inside you, bringing you closer to the edge.
"O-oh! Ken, i'mma cum!" You nearly screamed.
"Yeah? Cum with me, my queen, I'm nearly there–gods you feel perfect," He groaned out coming low from his chest.
"Inside–please, please, I need it," Fuck, don't tell him that, he'll never pull out again.
The slick sounds of your cunt getting louder and louder as you get closer and closer.
With a shout of his name, your cunt spasms around his cock, massaging it just right to bring him over the edge with you. Stuffing you to the hilt and shooting his load deep inside you, feeling the throbbing of his cock at every spurt of cum that filled you up.
You both try to catch your breath with him still keeping his cock inside as to make sure the cum stays nice and plugged up in you. But you noticed his cock doesn't start to soften in the slightest, if anything he felt harder.
"Let me know when you're ready to keep going, my love, we've got lots of lost time to make up for..."
a/n: I’m really proud of this one guys, I hope you guys enjoyed
