midnight fairy

sfw g/t minor aspiring g/t writer

[midnightfairy1]

Hi! I just found you! Are you gonna make a masterpost for your writing and other fun details?

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Science!

Every hypothesis you may read in the posts below is verified by my own research and scientific calculations, not by experts.

Do Borrowers Take Fall Damage?

Borrower Speed, Strength, and Durability

Size Shifters Explained Using Math and the 4th Dimension

My Writing

The Forest Kingdom 🌲 (hiatus: 11.4k wc)

A forgotten race of fairy-like creatures live in the forest, unbeknownst to humans. They are known as feykin, or fairies without wings. They share a deep connection with each other and with nature. Two childhood best friends, Cassian and Sylven, live in a village on the outskirts of their kingdom. They were inseparable. However, a mysterious scheme that involved Cassian’s parents separated the two when Cassian went missing without warning. Years later, with the threat of humans growing more pressing by the day, Sylven is betrayed by two patrols and left stranded at the mercy of a teenage boy. However, Sylven is shocked to learn that this human was none other than his missing childhood friend.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

etc…

Rosabelle’s Child 🌸 (ongoing: 8.1k wc)

Rosabelle breaks fairy rules and falls in love with a human, only to give birth to a wingless baby boy. As this boy, Sam, matures, he awakens a strange, impossible power within himself. As humans invade the forest the summer after his 18th birthday, how will Sam use this power to protect his friends?

Chapter 1: Forbidden Love

Chapter 2: The Fox

Chapter 3: Thirteenth Birthday

Chapter 4: Growing Pains

Chapter 5: A Rainy Night

etc…

The Tooth Fairy 🪥 (ongoing: 8.5k wc)

based on this prompt I can up with a while ago, but I lowkey felt like writing for it.

Chapter 1: Discovery

Chapter 2: Houseguest

Chapter 3: The Party

Chapter 4: Second Impressions

etc…

@i-am-beckyu also made a fic based on this prompt!

Tooth be Told

[midnightfairy1]

how we ALL felt seeing gullivers travels as a listed novel on the ap lit exam today

p.s. i can and i did spend an hour writing an entire essay on those g/t scenes at 8 am this morning 🥹🌹🔋✌️ill let you guys know if i get that 5

[midnightfairy1]

g/t prompt again!

GUYS GUYS GUYS

This may be my favorite g/t prompt yet! I’ve been thinking obout this for months, even while I was afk on tumblr, I used this g/t prompt as a scenario to fall asleep to. Prepare to be impressed 😼

Ok so, we all know the classic dungeon story where there are dungeons that pop up with monsters, loot etc. And these dungeons are ranked S through E rank. And if they are not completed in time, the monsters from the dungeon are released into the civilian world. Luckily, there are hunters, also ranked S through E, that can clear these dungeons. They awaken abilities that help them fight monsters.

Now for the g/t part: imagine a s rank dungeon appears in the middle of the most populated city in the world. Hunters are freaking out, and a team is put together of some of the best hunters in the world. They enter the dungeon, fearful of what awaits them. However, once they stumble through the gate to the dungeon, they find themselves on the desk of stressed out high schoolers, or maybe on the nightstand of a college student in greek life. The team of hunters are tiny in this world (our world), and maybe technology is foreign to them, depending on how you attempt the worldbuilding for the smaller world. As it turns out, the final boss from this dungeon that the need to kill is the human that lives in the room they stumbled into.

I dont want to explain too much further, because my brain is exploding with possibilities. I think this would be a really fun world to build because i would want to customize the abilities of everyone from the hunter team. Maybe the other dungeons, like the c rank and b rank, lead the hunters into forests as tiny people who have to fight off the common bunny rabbit, bird, etc. to clear the dungeon. Please feel free to use this idea, but please tag or message me because I would lovee to see it.

[midnightfairy1]

The Tooth Fairy

Chapter 4: Second impressions

TW: This chapter is a much needed break with fluff. Mild fear and mention of a black eye?

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My house was only a couple streets away, so it didn’t take long to make it home when running. I fumbled through the folds of my jacket, searching the pockets for my house keys. My hands were still shaking from the adrenaline.

The corner of my mind where the memory of Max was hiding already started growing fuzzy as I tried to reach for it. Good—I don’t want to remember anyway. I was extraordinarily mindful of the small warm body also buried in my jacket, maneuvering in such a way so that I didn’t disturb him. It did not evade my attention how limp his body was.

I wasn’t aware of the time at this moment, I only knew that nobody else on the street still had light in their windows. I lost my phone in the commotion, and I could only hope that it was also tucked somewhere on my person.

I turned the key and simultaneously shouldered the way through the door, as police might do when breaking into a locked house. A shudder erupted through the walls. Luckily Nessa was at a slumber party tonight, or I would not hear the end of her fussing at being woken up. I kicked the door shut behind me, resulting in yet another earthquake, and messily threw my hands at the lock before stumbling over to the kitchen. Now it was finally time to take care of Sky.

My fingers loosely looped around Sky’s back, lifting him gingerly into the air and transporting him over to a folded paper towel on the kitchen counter. My breath hitched seeing him in my grasp, once again reminded of how tiny and fragile he was. I noticed a redness on his knuckles, definitely a result of his attempts to free himself of that horrible jar. I set him down, then ran a hand through my hair–a nervous habit. I can’t call for help. What is the first thing I should do with an unconscious person? The answer came to me slowly, a fuzzy lesson my football coach had given me freshman year being my only source of information. Try to wake them up. Do not put them in water. Do not give them food or drink. Do not let them rest on their back.

I put my pointer finger against the small of his back, tenderly turning him over. Leaving someone on their back can result in a choking hazard. I leaned in close, and used that same finger to nudge his shoulder. “Sky…” I tried to speak softly, but it came out as more of a mix between a growl and a whisper. “Sky, can ya hear me? Please wake up buddy… m’worried ‘bout ya.”

He shifted slightly, giving me hope, but ultimately slumped back down, the tension in his muscles easing once again. “Sky!” I tried once again. It was no use. Even if I wanted to call emergency services, I couldn’t. My phone was still god knows where. And Sky would have resented me for exposing him to even more giants, considering how he had reacted around Max and I.

I slammed my fist down on the counter, a few feet away from Sky, losing hope, when I heard a tiny voice escape his lips. “Henry…?” My gaze snapped over to him. I could just barely make out his eyes, pried open just enough so that he could make sense of the world around him. “I- is that you? You saved me, I saw.”

Startled into action, I was once again at Sky’s side in no time. Taking charge and invading all personal boundaries, I brought my finger up to him once again and slipped it under his head to support him. “Hi buddy, yes, it's me Henry. You’re safe now. Promise. Stay awake for me buddy, ya can’t close your eyes. It’s dangerous.” I spoke quietly. “How ‘bout ya sit up a bit, might make it easier to stay awake.”

Like a butterfly kissing my finger, I felt a faint flutter against my skin. Sky had looped his arm around me, using my finger as a support he could hoist himself up against. However, I felt his strength faltering and he was about to slump back down when I cut in. “Hey hey hey, what’r ya doing? Let me help, focus on regaining your strength and keepin’ awake.” I loosely placed my thumb and pointer finger under each of his arms and lifted him up a bit, so he was now propped up against a glass of water I had placed behind him. We stared at each other quietly for a few moments, not awkwardly, but each in awe of each other. Sky was having trouble staying awake, his head lolling to the side every couple seconds.

“Hey Henry?” Sky whispered, and immediately he had my full attention.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Why are you doing this for me?” He squeaked out. Why was I doing this? My brows knit together. I didn’t understand the question. I owe it to you. I wanted to say, but I refrained from making that kind of outburst. Before I could respond, he continued. “I mean… I watched you beat up your friend; it was pretty intense actually...” He curled in on himself, hugging his knees and hiding his face.

“Sky…” I ran a hand through my hair. I thought he had passed out before my fight. Imagining a creature as small as himself watching me all violent like that… I cringed internally. “I didn’t know you saw that.” I looked away, avoiding eye contact. “That’s not me, okay? I was just so… so pissed at Max for hurting you. I could tell he wasn’t that drunk–he knew what he was doing. I hate people like that.” Sky looked up at me with wide eyes. “But I promise man, you are free to leave whenever you want, I just wanted another chance to make a better impression.”

Sky nodded slowly, seeming to understand. Or he was just really tired and had endured some blunt force trauma to the head when Max trapped him in those grabby fingers. I needed to think of something that would keep him awake. “Hey so uh… Sky?” He perked up at my mention of his name. “Why don’t ya tell me a bit more about your life. Like, what’s it like being the grandson of the tooth fairy? Where do you live? What do you do with your teeth?”

I watched as the tension in Sky’s shoulders dropped a fraction, and he gave me a warm smile, before telling me about some of his adventures.

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I had to admit, Sky was a bit cagey over some of the details, and he avoided my second question altogether, but I couldn’t blame him. I was just grateful for any snippet I could get, any window that let me see a teeny bit more into his life.

He told stories about some of his first adventures with his grandma when he was young. I learned he wasn’t allowed to leave the fairy village alone yet, which explained why he was so damn clumsy getting caught all the time. I didn’t pry if he suddenly switched stories, I didn’t want him talking about anything he wasn’t comfortable with. I ended up getting another cup of water because he was leaning against my old one, and I offered him a glass served in the cap of my toothpaste. He nervously accepted, and I smirked at the thought of the tooth fairy’s grandson drinking out of a toothpaste cap.

Hours could have gone by for all I knew, but it felt like minutes before the first rays of sunlight hit the windows.

“Jeez, we were up late.” I chuckled. “Or I guess you could say early now that it's morning.” Sky smiled up at me, but his expression faltered, and I noticed him shifting uncomfortably. “Hey what’s wrong?”

He needed to crane his neck just to make eye contact, so I dropped to my knees, facing him at his own eye level. “You are uh… you’re still going to let me go, right?” My heart melted.

“Of course, that’s what I’ve been saying this whole time. Why’re ya asking again now?” I asked. Every time he questioned me, I just felt more and more guilty about our first meeting, and how I had grabbed and trapped him.

“Well… my family is going to be expecting me home now–at sunrise. So I better be going.” He looked sheepish, as though he felt bad asking to leave.

“Oh no yeah–I totally understand man. You sure you’re going to feel okay to uh… to fly?” I was worried about his condition, despite the fact we had been talking for a while. He stood up and nodded eagerly. A fuzzy feeling coated my heart when I saw that even standing, he was nowhere close to reaching the height of the water glass beside him. I flashed him a smile and stuck my hand out, palm up. “You at least want a ride over to the window?”

My heart dropped as I saw him stumble backward at the sight of my hand, a look of horror flashing through his features. A newfound wave of guilt slapped me in the face, for thinking I could be so casual around such a fragile person. However, he recovered quickly, shooting me a shy grin and shuffling forward.

The odd sensation of butterfly kisses came back, as I watched him tentatively put his tiny hands against my skin. My breath hitched as I watched him push himself up, using the underside of my thumb for leverage. The feeling of another, diminutive person crawling on me was unreal. I could feel every sentient thought behind each tiny step.

He crawled to the center of my palm then settled, looking back up at me for reassurance. I smiled at him, trying my best to appear warm. I curled my fingers instinctively, bringing my hand up against my chest and bringing my other hand underneath for extra support.

“Ya good?” I finally choked out, having to look down my nose in order to see him. I felt him stretch out before he finally responded.

“Yeah, you’re super warm.” He responded, having to crane his neck to meet my gaze. I felt my cheeks grow hot at that comment, and I looked up quickly hoping Sky couldn’t see my blush. I cleared my throat.

“Kay, ready to go?” I mumbled.

“Yes please, I’m ready.” Sky’s voice was rough too, making me think he was also still recovering from seeing me blush.

I walked steadily, making sure not to startle my precious passenger. The fact that I was holding an entire life in my hands was not lost on me. I got to the window in five times the time it would usually take me, but I couldn’t care less.

I lowered my hand slowly, still unnerved by the feeling of a tiny being depending on me. He used his wings this time, fluttering them until he was standing on his feet. I cupped my hand next to the windowsill in order to give Sky a seamless transition from skin to wood, and I watched him wobble off my hand. He lost his balance for a second and I brought my other hand around to support him, offering a finger. I grinned to myself, noticing how this time, he didn’t flinch back.

“Well,” Sky coughed awkwardly, “This is it, isn’t it?”

“Aw don’t say that.” I responded. “I’d love to see you again sometime. You’re always welcome to stop by.”

This time, it was Sky’s turn to blush. It was hard to tell due to the immense difference in scale, but I swore I could see just a tiny bit of pink fade into his cheeks. With that, I reached several heads above Sky and undid the latch, pushing the window open and letting the cool, morning air inside.

“And you’re sure you’ll be okay?” I pressed.

“Yes, yes, stop fussing.” Sky quipped, and I grinned.

“Alright, suit yourself.” I backed up, hands raised in surrender. However, I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of vulnerability and I leaned back in, the smell of morning dew hitting my senses all over again. “Hey man, I’m really gonna miss you. For reals.” I propped my forearms up up the windowsill and leaned my head down against them, so I was eye level with Sky.

“Yeah, me too.” Was all the response I got before Sky walked forward and hugged my cheek. Warmth exploded through me, stemming from every point Sky’s skin touched mine. Slowly, I brought one of my hands around and placed a light pressure on his back, in an attempt to hug him.

He eventually pulled away after a few long moments. “Bye Sky.” I choked out, attempting to hide my wet face behind my hands. My efforts were proven fruitless, however, as if I could prevent a fairy from seeing my tears when my face was the size of a billboard.

He lifted himself into the air with his paper thin wings, seemingly weightless, and turned to face me one last time. “Bye, Henry.”

And then he was gone. As quick as the blink of an eye. A sudden wave of fatigue hit me and I pushed the window shut, not even bothering to lock it.

I stumbled into my bed, sleeping through my entire Saturday. I woke up a little before midnight. Although I had to check the time on my PC. God, where is my phone?!

All I knew was that I was in deep shit once I got it back. I could only hope that Nessa was still with that nice mom who hosted her sleepover the previous night, and that I wasn’t kicked off the team for beating Max.

I was hot so I took my shirt off, hobbling into the bathroom while running my hands over my face. A nasty purple bruise had already started to stain my right eye, evidence of one of the few punches Max got in. I looked rough. Jeez, I hope Sky hadn’t seen this. Although I knew he had. And he had talked with me anyway, even after evidence of my violent tendencies had plastered themselves across my face. The only reason why Sky had gotten so comfortable around me must've been because he was so tired, and because his likely concussion was impairing his judgement.

And with that, I slumped back into my bed, closing my eyes for the last time before morning, fearing the commotion I would inevitably wake up to.

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Chapter 5:

A/N:

Aww, Sky is already turning into Henry’s little babydoll. ATM I have no idea what the next chapter is going to be about (open to suggestions).

[midnightfairy1]

The Tooth Fairy

Chapter 3: The Party

TW: If you are easily triggered, take the tw seriously this chapter! Violence, physical assault, blood/injury, homophobic slur, bullying/intimidation, substance use (alcohol), implied harm to a small/helpless being, emotional distress.

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“Ew dude, look what my mom sent me.” Conrad, one of my friends, exclaimed through a mouthful of food. It was Monday, and the beginning of another hellish week at school. My parents were still out of town on that business retreat. I hardly slept the rest of the weekend after meeting Sky. I would’ve thought the tiny fairy was just a figment of my imagination if not for the engraved coin he left behind. Subconsciously, I reached into the pockets of my sweatpants and started turning the coin over in my grasp, tracing over the engravings with my fingers. I bring the coin with me everywhere now. “Hey, hey. Dude? You there?”

Conrad waved his hand in my face, bringing me back into the reality that was lunchtime on Monday. “Yeah man.” I yawned, my words slurring together. “Just tired.”

“Bro, I can tell. Everything okay?”

I rubbed my hand over my face. I was aware of how matted my hair had gotten, and the fact that I left for school in the clothes I slept in. I was too mentally exhausted after a weekend watching my seven-year-old sister with one too many activities planned. I sighed dramatically. “I’m just sick of looking after Nessa all weekend. Haven’t had any time to myself, ya’know? Anyway, what did’ur mom send you?”

Conrad, having seemingly forgotten what he was trying to show me earlier, exclaimed a small oh and turned his phone back on. “My brother lost his tooth this morning and my mom sent me a photo of the inside of his mouth. Gross.”

It took me a second to process what he said before my heart stopped. Lost tooth? That means Sky will be there. I needed to see him. I let our few fleeting moments together go to waste, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since that Friday night. I felt drawn to him; captivated. I recollected myself, a plan already forming.

“Ew man, I don’t wanna see that either.” I pushed the phone away and gestured to the untouched slice of pizza I got from the school lunch lines. “I’m tryna eat.”

Conrad stretched out, leaning back in his seat, looking a little sick himself. “Yeah, now that you mention it, I think I’m full for the day.”

“No, eat. You need to fill up for the game later.” I reminded him. We were both on the football team, and we were playing our rivals later that night. I’m more of a bench warmer, but Conrad is a star player, number one on the offensive line. Not that I cared too much whether we win or lose, but I needed to establish my scheme. “Hey Conrad?” I continued, watching as he perked up mid bite through his pizza. I flashed him a smile, probably my first genuine one all day. “If we win, how do you feel about a victory kickback at your house?”

News spread like wildfire, and soon the whole football team was in on the party. Everyone was hyped up to win, the promise of alcohol lifting their spirits. In the locker room before the game, everybody was rowdy and pushing each other around. I stuck close to Conrad. I never enjoyed drinking too much, and I needed to stay sober if I wanted any chance of seeing Sky.

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We dominated the field. Any fear or anxiety I may have had evaporated after the first two minutes of the game. We crushed them, mostly thanks to Conrad and a few other players. I even got to play a good amount of the game, for most of the second half. Once the first part of the night came to an end, I was trapped in the middle of a cheer with the rest of my team, all of us flushed and happy, running high on adrenaline alone. We packed into one of the guys’ minivans and drove to Conrad’s house, a few of us taking a premature swig out of one of the many hard seltzers littering the floor of the car. Conrad had made sure his parents would be out for the night the minute I asked him, so it was safe to assume things were about to get heated.

Once we got to the house, Conrad brought out a stack of solo cups from the pantry, along with a few of the cheap shot glasses he had received as gag gifts from guys on the team at one point. It was intense for a little bit; everyone was still drunk off the win, obnoxious and a little too generous when pouring each other more shots. I kept to myself mostly, drinking from a red solo cup filled exclusively with a chaser. Conrad had a lot of options, so I helped myself to a healthy serving of lemonade.

“Dudeeee…” Conrad suddenly swung his arm over my shoulder, his cheeks flushed. He wasn’t quite as tall as me, so his weight pulled me down. My center of balance was thrown off and I stumbled. Maybe he’s had one too many drinks. A lot of time had gone by already, and most of the guys left by that point. Now it was just a few of us, but it was hard talking to anyone when they were this drunk. The energy had shifted, and the room didn’t feel as bright anymore now that it’s emptied like this. “Max found something crazy in the guest room.”

“Mhm? What’d he find.” I mumbled, pulling Conrad’s arm off me and shifting his weight so I supported him from in front instead.

“Some weird ass bug. Maybe an overgrown firefly? It was movin’round a lot but Max finally got it in a jar.”

My brain was slow to process this new information. My body was sore, slow, and tired after playing in a football game and then having to endure dreadful social interactions for the last few hours. Bug? Tiny bug? Firefly? My blood ran cold. Had Max managed to trap Sky?! “Show me.” I snapped, my voice rough and harsh. When Conrad didn’t move for a few seconds, blinking slowly, I shook him slightly and continued. “Conrad, now.”

Finally understanding, he stood up straighter and started moving in the direction of the guest room, where you could just make out the muffled cheers of teenage boys. “This way.” He stumbled while walking, and my pushing him forward did not help. But I needed to get into that room, as soon as possible.

I slammed through the door, pulling everyone’s attention. I scanned the room, assessing the situation. A couple guys were on the floor, and a couple were on the bed. Max was on the floor, reclining back against the wall and taking up space. He was gripping a jar so hard his knuckles were white. My breath hitched as my eyes focused on the tiny, shivering figure inside the jar. Sky. He was here. He was real. And he was trapped.

My eyes widened. “Hey!” I yelled, forgetting myself. I rushed over to Max and he scrambled to his feet, sensing the animosity I currently harbored towards him. The action jostled the jar, and I could see Sky slam into the bottom as it gained elevation.

“What the hell dude!” Max yelled at me, looking up. For once, I was grateful for my height. I stared down at him, trying to intimidate.

“Give me the jar.” My voice was low, and I stepped forward. In my peripheral, I could see the other guys getting uncomfortable. A few opted to leave the room, but Conrad stayed. Much to my dismay, Max did not listen.

“Why would I do that?” He responded, possessive. I paused, the gears in my mind turning. Something was off. Max didn’t sound drunk. “I found it first. It’s mine.”

Max wasn’t drunk, I realized. He knows Sky is special, and he’s buzzed just enough not to have the common sense to hand over the jar. He held the jar up, taunting me, and for a split second I locked eyes with Sky.

His tiny face showed such a wide range of emotions in such a short amount of time. I saw the confusion, the realization, the hope, and then the disgust. I was hurt by that last look before it dawned on me. Sky thinks I’m with these people. That I planned this. He thinks I want to trap him. But that wasn’t true. Not anymore. Right now, he’s helpless, but I can save him; I can be his knight. “He is not yours, Max. Give me the jar.”

I lunged forward trying to snatch it from his grasp. Max, one of the better players on our team, easily dodged me and pushed me forward so I stumbled over my own weight. I fell to one knee. I stood up fast and swiveled around, but now Max was next to the door. He popped off the lid and grabbed Sky. I heard a little yelp escape Sky’s throat, and my heart shattered. Max unceremoniously stuffed him in his pocket, zipped the pocket tight, and pushed through the door.

I chased Max all the way into the road, earning yelps of alarm from the few remaining partygoers as I shouldered past them. I finally caught up with him in the street when he made a run for his car—he was buzzed enough to stumble while trying to run for me.

Clouds were overhead, blocking out the moon and stars. A faint breeze blew through, ruffling my clothes and hair, and carrying the scent of the storm that had moved north since last Friday. No light was shining through the windows of the houses around us; the town must have gone to bed hours ago. The only light illuminating Max’s figure was provided by the singular street lamp up the road. For a moment, all you could hear was the shuffle of our shoes on the gravel beneath us, and the heaviness of our breathing.

I managed to grab his arm and I swung him around, pushing him up against his car. Iron was flowing through my veins, and my grip was steel. I managed to keep hold of just enough common sense to be mindful of the pocket Sky was trapped in.

“Holy Fuck. What the fucking hell has gotten into you?!” Max yelled at me. I tightened my grip.

“No. You don’t get to talk. You’re hurting him.” I growled back. Max looked up at me with wild, exasperated eyes. He searched my face, looking for an answer he wasn’t going to find.

“Who the fuck is ‘he’?! What the fuck are you talking about?!” Max tried to shove me off of him, but I just increased the amount of pressure I was pinning him with. He winced, but I didn’t budge. “Fine! I don’t care. Take your stupid bug.” Max violently zipped open his pocket and yanked out Sky. I could see pain flicker through his face as he was crushed in a massive fist, Although he didn’t make any noise. No gasping or screaming or yelping; he looked limp. That in itself was alarming.

He shoved Sky into my chest, and my hands fumbled over each other in an effort to hold him. Cradling Sky against me, I started to storm away. His wings were dim; it was hard to tell whether or not they were glowing at all.

My car was still in the school parking lot so I turned back to head into Conrad’s house when I heard Max mutter under his breath: “Fucking fag.”

The next few minutes were a blur. I swung around fast, leaving my letterman jacket with Sky buried in the folds on the ground behind me. I punched Max in the face and he staggered away, slamming back into his car. Before he had a chance to stand up, I struck again. And again, And again. I hit him until Max didn’t even have the ability to stand back up. He got a few hits in here and there, but I was stronger. My knuckles were coated in his warm blood. I tried to wipe the sweat off my face, and ended up with a red smear in the same place.

Fuck. I was in huge trouble.

Not being able to stomach another glance to the unconscious body lying before me, I grabbed my jacket as a bundle of fabric in my arms and took off running. The sickening feeling of dread I felt welling up inside my chest was overshadowed by the bright feel of relief I felt now that Sky was safe and with me once again.

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Chapter 4: Second Impressions

A/N:

I wrote this whole episode from my phone during breaks at my work. When there’s a will, there’s a way.

[midnightfairy1]

g/t prompt series ⬇️

recently in my scenarios that I play out in my head before falling asleep, i’ve been caught up with a new idea that brings a lot of angst. I like the idea of two people communicating, not knowing the other is a giant/tiny before meeting up.

@tinyundercover did this so well with her pepper and felix story, and now im craving more. Like, i got heart palpitations when it was revealed to pepper that his soulmate he’s been talking to was hundreds of times his size.

i love the idea of the tiny in paticular getting close to someone, only to realize later how powerful that person really is compared to them. especially in a universe where tinies are discrimated against. the tiny, in a moment of weakness, calls on the giant for help. they giant, only just finding out now that the tiny is a tiny and not a fellow giant, disregards the expectations of their society and rushes to help the tiny in need.

or the other way around. it was revealed to the giant early on that the tiny was a tiny and not a giant. the giant immediately folded, feeling overwhelming protectiveness over the tiny even though virtually they cant do anything. they also pretend to being a tiny, coaxing the tiny into trusting them more and more before planning an irl meetup. they finally reveal their true selves to the tiny, confident in the strength of their newfound friendship.

even if both parties know of the other’s size prior to the meeting, the angst from the shift in power dynamics always gets me. online, the two are equals, but in person, the giant needs to protect the tiny. this works with video games in a modern au, discord, social media, or over walkie talkie. you could also tiny more magically and do the telepathy thing, or something im not thinking of.

[chaosduckies]

We need more dystopian gt fics

Could you imagine what a dystopia society could be like in gt?

Give me a society where giants are the rulers and make humans are just servants or used as pets and eventually one day someone grows a little too tired and rebels and meets a giant who’s on their side

Give me the complete opposite where humans have the technology to cage the giants leaving them immobile until a human sympathizes with one and slowly works to free them all

Give me a world that forcibly shrinks/grows people as punishment for whatever crime they committed and make them live like this for the rest of their life. An outcast to their society who’s thrown outside of their walls

really there are endless possibilities here

and if anyone does decide to write/draw any ideas like this please tag me I’d love to see it 🙏

[midnightfairy1]

these are so good im tempted to oneshot

[midnightfairy1]

ok yet another abstract g/t scenario/prompt here me out ⬇️

I’ve always gotten like a g/t kinda vibe from video games, because you need to move around this little character on a screen. Now let’s bring this concept to life!

imagine the characters in the video game are sentient, and you didn’t realize. maybe they are aware of the human’s presence, controlling their world, maybe not. If they are they could grow to either resent you or love you (i personally like resent because it’ll add more angst).

they are completely at your mercy, but you had no idea they had thoughts and feelings of their own. Suddenly, an anomaly happens and they are out of the screen, sitting on your desk and free from the PC. They are terrified of you, thinking you are cruel for everything you put them through in the digital world. or maybe their phyce is crumbling because they just realized their whole world was just a video game. now you have the help them, comfort them, get them back into their world.

OR maybe it’s the other way around. They weren’t sentient until YOU brought them to life, reaching into you screen and pulling them out, maybe in accident or because you needed a friend and didn’t realize the consequences.

The screen is the “to scale” version of them. I like this concept a lot because you could pull from any video game, and the character might have special powers or appearances. This also works for anime or tv (I almost like this idea more).

What if bringing the character to life was the game? but you didn’t realize their thoughts/feelings were real until it was too late, you thought it was just code or AI intelligence.

ok that’s all thanks for humoring me!

[midnightfairy1]

new g/t prompt!

trigger warning: mentions of death

I recently got back into reading webtoons, and by far my favorite plot line of all time is when somebody had a horrible/mediocre life, dies young, and is sent back to the past with their memories to rewrite their destiny for the better with their newfound experience. I love this trope so much; it fascinates me and leads to most satisfying works of fiction I’ve ever read.

Now imagine this G/T! (with the examples i’ve listed below the cut) ⬇️

Maybe the tiny lives a sad life alone, dies from an animal or sickness or whatever (something that they absolutely need the giants help to survive from), and is sent back in time. They know their only hope of surviving is by seeking help from the giant, forcing some g/t interaction *wink wink wink*

OR think of it from the giant’s perspective. Maybe the giant sees a tiny on the ground and ignores them, or accidentally hurts the tiny in a fit of anger, storms out of the house and dies, etc. Or, thinking creatively and away from the borrower trope, there are so many possibilities. Anyway the giant dies, related or unrelated to their relationship with the tiny, and is sent back in time. They’ve already met the tiny, but the tiny doesn’t know this. They have to painstakingly re-earn the trust (assuming they had it in their past life).

Or the giant could travel back in time, keeping their memories of a disaster (be it natural or premeditated) that took out a society of tinies and work to prevent it, stripped of all the trust they had gained from the tinies in their previous timeline.

What if the giant and tiny had grown comfortable with eachother in the future, but then the tiny dies, gets sent back in time, and tries the contact the giant again for help. wether or not the giant knew little people existed in whatever world this is, they have no idea how to treat a tiny because the years of experience the tiny was expecting from them are nonexistent. They could be clumsy, fearful, or even scary (but let’s try to be careful of the toxic pet trope many sfw creators like myself find uncomfortable and dehumanizing)

You could also add supernatural/sci-fi twists! For example, it would be interesting if the ocs gained that infamous “stats board” (for lack of better terms) that appears in the air when a webtoon character travels back in time. Or whatever the creative minds of tumblr come up with—I cannot begin to predict the extent of scenarios.

Here I listed out a few examples that popped up in my mind immediately, but the concept of this prompt is really up for infinite interpretations. If you guys know of any buried stories like this, please comment! However I’ve been through the depths of tumblr and back during my lurking days and couldn’t find anything similar. I’ll probably end up doing at least a one-shot of this prompt in the far/near future, but if any writer/artist is truely motivated, please take matters into your own hands because now i’m craving a story like this. I hope this was able to inspire at least a few of you!

PS: I’ll also take any recommendations for non g/t webtoons that follow the original prompt!

[midnightfairy1]

The Tooth Fairy

Chapter 2: Houseguest

word count: 1998

trigger warning: size difference, power imbalance, temporary captivity, emotional distress, fear responses, mild language, supernatural themes.

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After I asked the fairy if he wanted to get warmed up, he nodded warily. I suspected he would’ve agreed with just about anything I asked of him, but I wanted to help him out nonetheless. I left him in the jar as I rose from my seat, and watched as he cowered below me when I reached my full height. The sight made me uneasy; why was he so scared of me? It’s not like I would ever hurt the poor thing. “Be right back.” I flashed him another smile.

I trudged into the kitchen, my movements less than graceful, as if I were struggling through a knee-deep pool of molasses. Warmed up… What did I mean when I had said warmed up? I guess I could get him a change of clothes… Scratch that. I could dry off the clothes he already had on. In the meantime I would need a towel to put him in. I grabbed the softest dish towel in my kitchen, but thought twice before returning with it. As an afterthought, I gingerly soaked the towel in hot water and wrung it out. Finally, I crept back to my room with the warm cloth in hand, eager to appease this fairy.

I took a seat at the desk the fairy was still atop of, and heard a small yelp from the jar in response to my sudden incoming.

“Hey, hey, chill.” I breathed, eyeing the jar. “Here, let me get ya out of there–” I started, gripping the jar with one hand while shoving my other hand through the open top.

“Stop!” The fairy suddenly yelped. I froze. “Just, stop.” I set the jar down with an audible clank.

I leaned in, looking closely at the fairy’s face. Now, with my gaze focused, I could see that his eyes were puffy and glossy, his whole face wet. Shame swelled within me, heating my cheeks. Huh. Had I been scaring him that much? Had I been hurting him? Fuck.

To my surprise, he continued, hands moving fast to keep up with wiping the steady flow of tears now falling from his face. “You- you grab me, throw me in a jar–that hurt by the way–no apology, threaten me- I- I can’t do this. Why do you keep calling me little guy,” He spat out those words with a vulgar distaste, “I hate that.”

I was silenced. As if realizing his outburst, the little fairy slapped his hands over his mouth, sliding to a sitting position and eyes alight with fear once again.

Oh my god. Who the hell did I think I was? Getting all annoyed he was scared of me? I had no right. I was a giant captor who had grabbed him while he was in the middle of his job, covering for his sick grandma. I was a monster.

I turned away, rubbing my face with my hands. “Oh my god, I am so sorry little- I mean- sorry. I wasn’t thinking, sorry.” I muttered awkwardly, the words stumbling out of me. I sat there for a few moments, drowning in my own shame. The fairy had every right to hate me. I stole a glance at him through the fingers covering my eyes, and found him watching me wearily, but curiously. We sat there for a moment longer, before the fairy spoke up again.

“Are you going to keep me here?” His voice was small. His phrasing was generous, but I could hear the tremble in his voice. He thinks I’m kidnapping him. He wants to know if I’ll let him go, or if I’ll keep him prisoner. I translated in my mind. My head hung low.

“Yeah, of course man. No problem. I wasn’t thinking straight earlier–grabbin’ ya and all that. My apologies. Let's get you out of that jar.” I breathed out slowly, focused. I felt his eyes on me, analyzing me. “Now here’s what we’ll do: I’ll tilt the jar very slowly, so you can crawl out on your own. Does that sound better than me grabbing ya?”

The fairy nodded quickly.

“Kay then,” I reached my right hand forward slowly, gripping the jar with the same strength as before, but making sure to keep more control over my actions. Everything was deliberate. “I’m gonna start tilting it now.”

My hand turned counter-clockwise, painstakingly slow. I watched as he stumbled forward, hands clambering for purchase, but finding none while the slick glass walls moved around him. It was a pitiful sight. I finished lowering the lip of the jar in silence. Now that he was out of the jar and on my desk, standing next to my pens that were twice his height, my breath caught. I felt myself unintentionally leaning in, close enough so that my eyes could focus on all his dainty little features.

“You good?” I croaked out. He was just as mesmerized, necked craned so he could meet my eyes. All he managed was a slight nod. “Do you want to leave now?” He nodded again, although this time the action was slightly delayed.

Without explanation, I rose again, slowly, and made my way over to the window. I could still hear the rain outside, albeit the storm had calmed down from the level it had been at earlier. Deciding not to fret about the raindrops that might invade my room, potentially ruining the hardwood floors, I pushed open the blinds, unlatched the window, and swung it open. Wind whipped through the room, ruffling my hair and spraying water on my face, however my eyes never left the little fairy who stood on the desk.

I gestured to the blackness that lay outside. “Well, now's your chance.” I commented, stepping back once again and giving the fairy a clear path from the desk to the window. “I’m not keepin’ you here.”

Seemingly snapped out of a trance, the tiny boy jolted into action. He tried to lift up his damp wings, but the water weighed them down, dragging them behind him like a cape. I could barely make out a little shiver that jolted through them. Seconds started ticking by, and by the time a whole minute had passed, the tiny boy was still trapped on the desk. I could see his chest rising and falling in quicker intervals, and the signs of him starting to panic as he frantically batted at his wings with his hands. I realized that this may be a night longer than expected.

“Hey, it’s okay if you can’t get your wings to work, you can stay here while they dry off.” I held my hands up, trying to calm him. I stepped closer, meeting his distressed gaze. I tried to keep my voice soft and low.

“No no, no no no.” The fairy spoke again, stepping backwards and away from me. He clutched his head. “This can’t be happening. I don’t believe you. You’re not going to let me go, are you?”

I felt a lump in my throat. “Of course I will–I want you to know this is a safe place for you.” I stopped walking forward. “Will you let me help dry your clothes? You must be freezing. I brought you a warm towel,” I gestured to the rag at the edge of the desk. “But it must be cold by now. Hey, uhh…” I knit my eyebrows together. What was his name again? Had I even asked? Jesus, I had to be the worst host in the world. “What was your name again?”

“...Sky. My name is Sky.”

“Cool.” I flashed Sky a smile. “Mine’s Henry.” Sky. I thought. What a pretty name for such a pretty fairy. “Hey Sky,” Sky perked up as I addressed him. “How about you change out of those damp clothes; your wings will probably dry faster that way. I’ll go make us a snack.”

I wanted to give him a little bit of privacy, and I was starting to get hungry myself. Quickly, I knelt down to my laundry basket that lay beside the desk. I had washed the clothes days ago, but was too lazy to put them away. I rifled through my t-shirts until I found a softer shirt, one that I often slept in and had become nearly a ball of cotton after going through the washing machine so many times.

“Here,” I said, scrunching the shirt and placing it beside Sky. The shirt alone was unassuming, but next to Sky, it completely dwarfed him. It messed with my brain, seeing him so little compared to household objects, because he looked so similar to a human–aside from the wings of course. Sky stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

“Uh, you can wrap yourself up in that.” I muttered, gesturing to the shirt. I hoped Sky didn’t notice any color flooding to my cheeks. I rubbed the back of my neck, then continued. “I’m going to the kitchen… back in fifteen.”

I quickly excused myself, tip-toeing to the kitchen. I’d be surprised if Nessa manages to sleep soundly the whole night, with all the racket I’m causing outside her door. I got myself a cold glass of water, trying to process what was happening. Checking the clock on the microwave, I noted the time: 2:03 AM. I’d head back at around two-twenty, maybe give Sky some time to calm down as well.The fact that he kept shaking, despite my reassurances and apologies, did not evade my attention. He needed a break, despite knowing the giant was still only a room away.

I sipped my water until I drained the glass. I got myself another. And then another. I stood over the sink, splashing water on my face in order to wake myself. I checked the time again. The neon letters hurt my sluggish eyes. The clock read 2:30 AM. I decided to head back in.

I crept back down the hallway for the last time that night. I tapped slightly on the door before entering this time, warning Sky that his time in peaceful loneliness had come to an end. I cracked the door, peaking my head in, but something felt off immediately.

“Pst. Hey. Sky. I’m back.” I whispered. “Sky?” God, this is so annoying. If I can’t see anything, how am I supposed to– And that’s when I realized. There was no light. I wasn’t surprised Sky decided to turn off that dreaded desk lamp–it produced blinding white light directly above him–but I should have at least been able to see the yellowish glow of his wings. Sky is gone. He must have gotten his wings to work in the time I was gone. That fact, however, hit me harder than I expected. I felt a lump in my throat, and another emotion I couldn’t recognize forming in my chest.

I dropped the act, each of my footsteps each an earthquake of their own as I navigated back to the desk where my t-shirt was still scrunched up. My eyes felt wet, and it suddenly got harder to breathe through my nose. I grabbed the t-shirt in a fist, bringing it up to wipe my face, when a coin fell out of the folds. It clattered on the floor, shattering the silence. I couldn’t have been quicker picking it up, my big fingers fumbling over the meticulous design. It was gold, and had a little crown and tooth engraved on the front. I held the coin very gently, as if it were made of glass.

That night, I went to bed with the coin still in my grasp. My dreams were filled with Sky’s face, though I doubted I would ever see him again.

That was until I heard the news my friend shared with me at school a few days later.

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Chapter 3: The Party

A/N:

Don’t judge Henry for crying, he’s just tired. Btw I know there are inconsistencies, chalk that up to Henry being an unreliable narrator.

[chaosduckies]

A Caged God (3)

This one is a little longer but for a good reason! Some fearplay and angst but not too much. The editing MIGHT be bad just because I gave up halfway through but that's okay it's better than what it used to be!

Wc: 6.1k

CW: mentions of broken bones, blood, murder, depictions of violence

It was nice to be useful. It gave a feeling of self-righteousness. A sense of accomplishment that made you feel you could actually do more with your life than you already have. Helping your mom take the clothes off the clothing line or helping your dad out in the forge to shape weapons, maybe even working on your own hobbies. It gives a sense of belonging in the world that you’ve finally amounted to something. When you’re trapped in an inescapable cell with an angry, intimidating, terrifying god who just found a use for you, it is not one of those times when it feels like you’ve amounted to anything. 

The air felt thicker than it was before. It was almost like it was trying to drown me. My chest heaved up and down as I stared at the god. What have I done? I wasn’t thinking straight. I wasn’t thinking about why they could’ve been in here. Obviously, to stay restrained, but for what? My breathing quickened when they continued to stare at the undone chain. It wasn’t attached to the ground anymore, but it was still wrapped around their ankle. I didn’t want to be useful to them. I only undid the lock to save myself from death, and now it seems like I was going to pay for that. 

My muscles begged and trembled under their petrifying gaze, hoping that they wouldn’t make me do what I thought they would. What would happen if I set him free? If the gods really wanted him to be set free, then why not let him be free? I’ve done something wrong. I’ve put the fate of the world on my shoulders, and now everyone is going to die just because of one stupid mistake. 

I stared back at the broken chain, watching it painfully drag across the ground. The runes that once covered them were now gone. Like a spell was broken. What did that mean for me? Was that the reason that the shield around me stopped appearing? Bile rose in my throat, but I forced it back down, nearly gagging at the taste of acid. I thought I was just finding a way out, but it seems like the Fates had other plans for me. They really had a funny way of trying to fix what humans did if that was the case. 

“Think you can do the other one?” Instead of the harsh tone that he had earlier, it was a little softer but still strained, as if it hurt just to speak. I assume since he’s been locked down here for so long that he hadn’t bothered to speak or scream for help. Meaning that we were too far down beneath the surface to call for help. Though even if we weren’t, it wouldn’t be a good idea to gain the attention of guards that most likely are on the lookout for me already. Especially after what the griffin did to the other two soldiers. 

I stared across the room, staring at something that was slightly hidden in the darkness but was still slightly illuminated by the torch that was somehow still lit on the ground. What would happen if I said no? What if I didn’t want to? My limbs felt like they were about to fall off from over-exhaustion. Would he somehow force me if I couldn’t even move? I shuddered at the thought, thinking about being forced as a slave to undo all of the chains. Including the ones on his hands and neck. My breath hitched in my throat, my neck straining as I slowly stared up. Fear crawled its way out of the pit in my stomach and into my throat, not a single word able to escape my mouth. 

I couldn’t do this. 

He glared down at me with a sigh, the chains continuing to drag across the ground as he moved to a more comfortable position that didn’t look comfortable in the slightest. I clenched my fists tightly, pushing myself up against the wall and just shook my head and hoped that he would understand. That if he had even an ounce of mercy left in him that he’d leave me alone at least until my limbs felt like they could move again. It hurts just to move. The adrenaline rush was wearing off and it didn’t seem like it’d be long before my eyes would force themselves to shut. 

It was safe to say that I’ve secured my life. At least until they don’t have a use for me anymore, but at least it was a little bit more time than it could’ve been. That was really all I could ask for. Well, that and to get out of this hell-hole, but that probably wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. 

“Just rest.” It sounded more like an order rather than a suggestion. Even though it didn’t seem like he was going to try to murder me anymore, I still didn’t know if it was smart to keep myself vulnerable while he had one of his five chains undone. What if the locks weren’t the same either? I’m practically risking my entire arm just to save someone who was probably going to end my life after I helped him escape. I didn’t doubt it. 

To be sure that nothing would happen, I forced my eyes to stay open for a few extra minutes to make sure that he wasn’t going to try anything on me. Whether or not the shield formed around me if he did was a mystery, and all I could think about was how he would rip me apart limb from limb if he ever got ahold of me. That didn’t help in calming myself down so that I could actually get some rest, but by some miracle, my body had finally succumbed to the exhaustion and nausea. My eyes slowly closed as I lay myself on the ground, scrunching up to make myself as small as possible. 

I hoped and prayed that I wouldn’t be killed in my sleep. 

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When I woke up, it felt peaceful. Like nothing had seemed to happen the night before. It felt calm and otherwise normal. Like I was back at the village rather than setting up a dingy camp in the middle of the forest, making sure I was hidden well enough. 

My eyes groggily opened, my body aching as I sat up and stretched. And when I finally took in my surroundings, I found that I wasn’t back in my mother's house. I was still trapped in this prison. Too far beneath the ground to be heard if I screamed. So dark that I could barely see my own hands in front of my face. At least I was alive. 

My eyes trailed to the torch that was lying on the ground just a few feet away from me. Panic surged through me, quickly lunging for it and fumbling to grab it. I tried to light it up again, stroking it against the ground once. Nothing. I tried again. Nothing. 

“Nonono-” I tried it one last time, and there was still nothing. Not so much as a single spark either. Out of frustration, I threw it to the ground and pushed myself back up against the wall. The god was still asleep. I had to be quiet. Try not to panic. It seemed like such an impossible task when you were barely able to see in front of you. Was… this how it was for him when he was trapped in here? Even if he did something terrible, was this really an appropriate punishment? To be locked in a prison that didn’t have any light? No food or water. Chained to the walls and floor, where even if you broke them, they would manufacture themselves back together. No one deserved this kind of torture. Who knows what else happened with the cuts and bruises that were all across their arms? 

I looked around helplessly, sucking in a deep breath before forcing my legs to stand up. They felt like they were about to fall right out of its socket, but I still limped over to where I saw the other chain in the ground. Or at least I had hoped that it was in the direction I was going. It would be better to get this one done while he was asleep. I didn’t like the idea of him watching over me, judging, or even planning on what he’s going to do with me once I was done being useful to him. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it when I ran right into a chain. I groaned quietly to myself, making sure that I hadn’t woken him up before following the chain towards the clasp. 

I felt around, trying to find the hole, and once that was found, I stuck my arm in, looking for the levers that I had pulled on last time that unhooked the chain little by little. It was hard, and it took forever, but once I had them all, the runes glowed for a split second before disappearing in an instant. I had no idea how much time had passed, but it felt like it had been forever. An hour or two at least. I couldn’t climb the walls to get to the clasp on the walls for his hands, which only meant one thing. He’d have to help me up there somehow. Could I really trust him not to let me fall to my death? It was high up, and I was sure that I would die and if not then I’d break a few bones and that would still be deadly. 

I tried not to think about it too much. My arm started hurting again and I doubted that he’d let me rest for another day. At least I was able to move again. My head hurt from the adrenaline rush, but I was able to think properly. I wasn’t sure if I’d be like this after he’s entirely free, but it was nice to be calm and relaxed. Even if this wasn’t the time or the place to do either of those things. 

It wasn’t long before both chains began dragging against the ground again. I made sure to stay far away from the one that was closest to me, just in case and listened carefully. My heart began racing, hoping that he would find some other way to get me up there other than holding me. I wasn’t even sure if that would work since the shield would just form around me. Wouldn’t it? Or maybe since he was halfway free now he could do the rest himself. I wasn’t sure how magic worked, only that it was hard to get out of. 

When I looked up, it always sent a chill down my spine to see his eye glow. How there always only seemed to be one. It was even more inhuman for it to glow. Proof that he wasn’t human. Not that I needed any more proof than what I’ve experienced here. But his eyes weren’t glued to me. They were staring at the unlatched chain now, taking a few seconds to observe it before staring at me. I flinched, expecting something to come from the shadows and grab me, but all I could see was emptiness. 

I released the breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding and could only hear what he was doing. Chains rattled from high above the wall, so I could only assume he was trying to move his arms closer to take the clasps off of his legs himself. The chains came to an abrupt stop, but he was still pulling as hard as he possibly could. The wall started to give out, but not before I heard another sickening crack! Like the day before. I nearly gagged at the sound, grateful that I wouldn’t be able to see a sight like that again. What kind of masochist was he? 

With another crack, the chain sounded like it was released as he groaned in frustration, finally looking back down at me. 

“Why are you helping me?” The harshness that lined his voice was back. My breathing quickened, my thoughts racing a million miles per hour as I searched for an answer. I knew that showing I could release him was a bad idea, but I also had no idea what brought it up in the first place. Sure, to show that if he killed me his one shot at getting out of here was gone, but that couldn’t be it, could it? 

I was raised on old fairytales and legends of the gods. I’ve heard all of these magnificent and thrilling tales of what they’ve done, including most of the history books. The campfire stories that my mother would tell me when I was younger. Sure, they were nothing but tales and I hadn’t believed most of them, but I knew that the gods were real. I knew that they were mighty beings with nearly infinite power. I knew that humans somehow drove them off with magic of their own a long time ago due to our greed. Why was I helping him? 

“I… don’t know,” I answered truthfully. I hoped that he could tell that I wasn’t lying. I had no other reason other than for survival, and I wasn’t even sure if that was guaranteed for me just yet. 

He spat in response, “There’s a reason. You humans don’t help someone unless you’re after something.” He turned back towards the clasps around his ankle like he was trying to figure out how he was going to get himself free. Was that his mindset? I mean, I guess that’s what he would think if humans were the ones to do this to him. It made perfect sense, actually. It was also kind of depressing. How long has he been down here? 

“I just w-want to get out,” I whispered, thinking that he hadn’t heard. I was dreadfully wrong. 

He glared down at me like I had just offended everyone he knew. I shuddered under his glare, but tried not to show how terrified I was. I’d say it was working in my favor, but it was hard to tell when I couldn’t even see any of his features. Who knew what was going on inside his mind? Probably plotting the most agonizing death for me. 

The god didn’t reply, though, just stared for a couple of extra seconds before turning his attention to the chain that was attached to the wall. What I was most afraid of was that he was going to force me to get it off by dangling me. I think even being in his hand was terrifying enough. How could I trust him with my life after he was trying to kill me not even a few hours ago? I couldn’t count on the fact that I could undo the chains. What happens to me when I unlatch the last one? Would he slowly torture me? Tear my limbs from my body? Keep me in here so I can experience what he’s been through? Use whatever powerful magic he had to make my life insufferable? There was so much more that he was probably capable of, but the more I thought about it, the more it made me want to throw up my own organs. There is a fate that’s worse than death. 

The god looked back down at me, sighing before he started moving something. I couldn’t tell what, but I heard a chain being unwound. It sounded high in the air. I was suddenly aware of my surroundings. My eyes were wide, searching all around in the darkness to try and find where his hand would be lunging out for me. My chest heaved up and down, scared of seeing fingers that could easily crush me without any effort at all. But nothing came. 

“You can’t see, can you?” It sounded more like an irritated statement for some reason. Like I was the cause of his aggravation. Okay, maybe because I somehow stayed alive this long despite his efforts to suck the soul out of my very being, but I count this as a win that I get to live to see another day. 

“No.” I kept staring around, only able to see the silhouette of my arms and legs in front of me alongside a little bit of the stone ground beneath me. How did he expect me to see without my torch? It wouldn’t light up no matter how many times I tried. Not unless I had some other form of fire to light it at least. The wrapping was about to give out too so even if I was able to light it by some miracle, it wouldn’t last too long. 

Suddenly, the chains rattled a little more before I could finally see it. A distant silhouette of something resting on the ground. I tried to make it out, even crawling a little closer until I realized what it was. His hand. Did he really want me to get on him? Was it a trap to see what I would do? Did he really think I was going to literally put my entire life in his hands? Not after he was about to kill me. This wasn’t about to happen. I wasn’t stupid enough to blatantly trust someone even if they were a god. 

He scoffed before trying to slide his hand a little closer to me. I backed away, shaking my head in response. I just had a bad feeling about this. I could only assume that he’s killed humans before, so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for him to do the same with me after my job was finished. I was not about to be used as some kind of tool. 

“The sooner you get this done, the faster you get out of here.” He explained. I wish he was wrong. I wish that he wasn't my only form of hopeful escape from this place. I wish that I could turn back time and never walk into this god-forsaken prison in the first place. I wish I wasn’t the one who decided to take off on my own to try and fix the world. Now look where that’s led me. It was either death or facing a fifty-fifty decision that would either kill me or allow me to see the light of day again. 

I groaned quietly to myself before forcing my legs to stand up and walk forward. Even a task as simple as this took so much energy from me. It looked terrifying. If I fell, then everything that I’ve done would be for nothing. This was a bad idea, and I wasn’t even sure if the shield would come back again. I doubted it since most of the runes around the chains had disappeared. With every chain I unlatched, the more freedom he gained and I don’t think I like the thought of what was going to happen when he finally gets out. 

He waited patiently for me to get on, but it wasn’t exactly easy when you could barely see. The tattoos that wrapped around his fingers and arm helped, but not too much. It was hard to lift myself up when I found where the dip of his palm should be to make it easier on me. This entire thing was terrifying. Not just the height. I was in God’s hand. Everyone in the village would be shocked if I could live to tell it. This would’ve been such a nicer moment if I weren’t trapped in a prison and my life wasn’t on the line. Instead, it made my heart beat fast, but not because of the thrill. It made my head dizzy, but not because of the excitement. My limbs all of a sudden felt like jello when I finally pulled myself up and rolled to the center of his hand. He was warm. So warm. 

My eyes widened when his fingers curled in slightly, creating a barrier before lifting his hand. My stomach felt like it flipped upside down from the quick movement, my body in the air for a split second before I was lying in his hand again. My heart was racing even faster now, my breathing straining to keep up with it. My head felt so dizzy that I was seeing a duplicate of my own hands as I pushed myself to sit up. I groaned, placing my head between my knees in an attempt to get rid of the nausea. My body started trembling as I felt piercing eyes stab through my back. He was growing impatient, but I didn’t have the mental strength to push my body forward just yet. I assumed that he brought me up to the clasp, and I was right. I was so close that I could already see the hole to try to pull on the levers. If they were the same, that is. These looked different than the ones on the ground. 

I started to crawl forward once the nausea had somewhat dissipated. The impending doom started to settle deep inside of me the closer I crawled towards the edge of his hand and towards the clasp. He was going to drop me. I just had a terrible feeling about this. All of a sudden, my body had refused to move any more than it already had no matter how much my mind screamed to keep moving. He wasn’t going to grow impatient with me, right? He couldn’t push me further than I already was. 

“I can’t exactly afford to drop you if that’s what you’re worried about.” His voice sounded normal now like he was finally getting used to talking again. That didn’t take long at all, but it absolutely scared me half to death now that his voice was louder than it was. I still wasn’t even sure if I could believe what he was saying either. What if he does it as some sick joke that does end up killing me? He seemed like the type after everything he’s done to me. 

Despite it all, I still crawled forward, the anxiety of falling eating up at me before I had finally reached the clasp. It was different. There were no levers this time. Instead, there were gears in place which I could only guess were the things that made the chains unwind and wind back up. It was nearly impossible to see, but the faint glow of the runes that were inside the chain gave me some idea of what to do. I just had to pull on the gears until they came out. I just had to figure out which one would break the entire thing first. My breath hitched in my throat at how I was going to do that, afraid that the wave of nausea would hit me again. 

“U-um. C-could you move your hand a l-little bit please.” I bit down on my tongue for stuttering so much, but he complied. He barely moved his hand as I looked inside and saw the gear that was turning it all. It wasn’t too big, but it was going to be hard to grab onto. My hands trembled as I shoved both my arms in, trying to feel for it. I winced at myself when my arm scraped up against something sharp, but pulled as hard as I could when my hands were around the gear that I thought was the one I had seen earlier. I went tumbling backwards when it came out so abruptly. My eyes widened, hoping that I wasn’t about to fall to my imminent death. I couldn't even catch my balance on the squishy surface under me. To my luck, I didn’t fall off, but the gear that I had pulled out wasn’t the right one. I groaned out of frustration, throwing it as far as I could, shuddering in horror at how long it took to hit the ground. 

The god chuckled, moving his hand closer to the clasp for my sake. I rolled my eyes and tried again, unable to find the gear. This might take a while. I just hoped that he had the patience to wait. 

“What are you doing here anyway?” He asked, and all of a sudden, I could feel his breath close to me. My hair ruffled, becoming even more of a mess than it already was. My breath hitched in my throat as my heart pounded hard against my chest. He wasn’t going to give me a break, was he? I’d prefer not to do this while someone was watching me over my shoulder, much less a god. Why ask me the question anyway? 

“I was… running.” Give them an answer that suffices for what they’re looking for, but nothing that’ll leave them digging for more. It’s what I always told myself, but I wasn’t sure if that would work on him. He wasn’t one of the rich scumbags who were too caught up in their own delusions to see what was really going on. 

“From what?” I could tell that he was wearing a smirk on his face. Just from the tone of his voice that drowned out any other noise. I winced, trying to focus on grabbing the gear but still answered, deciding that it was useless lying to someone who wouldn’t fall for any tricks. 

“Guards.” I pulled hard on another gear thinking that it was the one, but when I pulled it out the chain didn’t budge at all. I would think that at least getting the gears out would do something. I slumped, a little defeated, but decided to try one more time despite the blood that was trailing along my forearm and the rust that was covering my hands. 

He didn’t reply, just watched as I struggled to find the gear hidden behind the others, wincing when something cut my hand, but this time I knew I had a grip on the gear I saw earlier. I pulled on it as much as I could, barely getting it to move out of its place. I took a second to catch my breath before planting my feet along the wall and pulling even harder this time. I yelped when I was thrown back, holding the gear in my hands. This time, the chain unwound itself, falling to the floor with a loud thud! I sat up quickly, watching the runes disappear like they were never there in the first place. There was still the clasp around his wrist, but that one didn’t look like it had runes on it. At least from my angle. It looked strong and reinforced.

“Humans are still as greedy and lustful as ever I see.” He sighed, and in another quick motion, I was brought up to his other hand. I groaned, feeling the bile travel up to my mouth, but I forced it back down. Does he realize how much that hurts? Or maybe he means it. 

I crawled onto his other hand, being brought up to the clasp again, and did the same thing as before. Searched for the gear that looked similar to the one I pulled out earlier. The bleeding from my arm was stopping already which was a good sign. All I had to do was not cut it again. That seemed easier said than done when I was shoving both my arms in a tight space filled with sharp things. Though while he’s still somewhat restrained, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask him a few questions. If he would bother to answer them that is. He didn’t seem to like humans all that much. 

“Why are you down here?” His fingers twitched around me. I stopped working for a split second, turning around slowly to make sure that he wasn’t about to drop me for asking such a question. Instead of being the merciless god that I thought he was, he just glared and turned away. 

“Choose a different question.” My eyes widened at the invitation. Was he willingly letting me ask him questions? Well, judging by his response to the one I wanted to know the most, it was only a few. It was a good thing that I had plenty to ask then. 

I started working on trying to find the gear again, pulling out one that didn’t move anything, “So… what happens a-after I get you free?” I stopped just before I was stabbed by another sharp edge on one of the gears and carefully moved to avoid them. 

“Hm,” He thought about the question for a while before answering, “Nothing.” It wasn’t an answer that I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear that he was going to try to fix what’s been done to the world. Maybe get the other gods to come back even. When he says nothing, did he really mean nothing? Was that just something to make me believe him? Was he going to get vengeance? What would that mean for the people in my village? What did that mean for me! 

“What’s your name?” What was with the personal questions? I didn’t want to answer them, but did I really have a choice? I was completely at his mercy currently and I was sure he would find a way out now that one of his hands was free. 

“Roland.” I focused on grabbing the gear now, trying not to dwell on the fact that this entire interaction could be another mistake. Though if he was allowing me to ask questions it couldn’t hurt to take advantage of it. 

“Why try to kill me?” 

He didn’t reply right away, but he made a movement that I could only assume was a shrug, “I don’t like humans. Simple as that. You’re the exception I suppose.” Was that supposed to make me feel better? I could tell that it was an honest answer. 

“Why trust me?” He countered quickly, and for a split second, it felt like he was going to drop me. I let out a sigh of relief when the squishy surface didn’t disappear from underneath me. 

“I don’t h-have a choice but t-to.” I bit my tongue for stuttering, not paying any attention to his reaction as I finally grabbed a hold of the gear and pulled again. This one came out with less force, the chains fell to the ground loudly once again. I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart skipping a beat as the realization of what I just did hit me. He was free. There was still a chain on his neck, but I was so sure that he could tear it off like it was nothing now that he had the use of both of his hands. The chains were holding him back from doing anything to try to get himself free. 

The god quickly placed me on the ground. I hit the rock-hard surface painfully, my body sliding across the stone and causing my body to ache even more than it already was. I forced myself to sit up, pretending to fix my jaw. All of the chains dragged across the ground now. I stared up in horror as he glared down at me, both hands wrapped around something on his neck before tearing it apart like it was nothing to him. He did the same with the clasps around his arms and ankles, each one seemed like nothing more than breaking a few branches to him. 

My breath shuddered as I pressed my back up against the wall as far as I could, hoping that by some miracle I wouldn’t be noticed. That he’d create a way for me to get out on my own while he escaped and didn’t decide to kill me. I saved his life. I let a possible murderer loose and he was most likely going to put an end to my short, miserable life. 

I held my hands over my mouth as he stretched, watching his limbs that seemed like an impossible size to me reach from one end of the prison to the other. Something that he wasn’t able to do before. My breath hitched in my throat when his gaze met mine. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he lowered his hand as he had before. Palm-up, but this time his fingers twitched. I didn’t trust it. That same bad feeling was back, and this time I knew that he couldn’t be trusted. There was nothing that proved me to be useful anymore. He was going to torture me to death. Give me the same experience that he did while down here. 

“Consider this payback for what you did for me.” His voice wasn’t harsh at all. It sounded more like he was genuinely happy, but I knew that wouldn’t last for long once people realized that he was alive. What people would do to get even just an ounce of his power… I didn’t want to think about it. Either way, the outcome wasn’t good and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be around for it. I feel like I should be more worried about the people rather than the angry, revenge-seeking god that was about to end all humanity. Or at least that’s what I thought. 

“Y-you’re getting me out?” My voice was shaky. The exact opposite of what I needed it to be right now. 

“Well, unless you don’t want me to.” He started to pull his hand away, the silhouette disappearing into the darkness. I shook my head, “N-no!” He chuckled before placing his hand back down again. I pushed myself back up and stumbled straight into the dip of his palm, quickly trying to calm my breathing down. I was getting out. I nearly smiled at the idea before his fingers curled around me. His movements were fast and dizzying, but it only took tearing down a part of the ceiling to bring down the rest of the forest that the prison was buried underneath. Light seeped through the hole that wasn’t big enough for him. 

I looked up, able to get a good look at him for once, only to look in horror. That was why I could only see one of his eyes. The other one was missing. It looked torn out by the looks of it. Scars lined almost every inch of his body, some still healing as if they were new. The golden tattoos that I had seen earlier looked more like they were part of his dark skin. So this was who I was with down there? He didn’t look like he deserved a punishment as bad as this. So if he didn’t deserve to be there, then why not answer my question? 

He lifted his hand through the hole to let me out first. The light was almost blinding, but it felt amazing to see the light of day again. 

“I would move if I were you.” He advised, but he didn’t have to tell me twice. I practically ran off his hand and into the trees before the entire ground caved in, allowing the god to crawl out. He was taller than the trees even without standing up. They would look like a long branch in his hand if anything.

He held his arm in front of his face, the sun blinding him, but it didn’t take long for him to grow used to it. He took a few deep breaths, looking around him and smiling at his surroundings. Was he happy to be outside? I would be too if I were trapped underground for so long to be fair. I was only stuck down there for a day and I couldn't be more grateful to be back up here already. I’m never going to take this for granted again. 

He breathed softly, leaning down to peer into the trees, locking eyes with me. He smirked and laughed, but this time it didn’t feel malicious. I should get out of here before the distractions ran out and he started to move. I gripped my satchel tightly, checking up on the book. I breathed a sigh of relief when it was still intact and started to walk off, but I didn’t make it far before I heard the Apostles screaming from the trail even from this far. 

“Hurry!” 

We were in trouble. 

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Me cause I ACTUALLY have a working plot for this story. Also this was a monster to edit I don't know why I decided to make it so long. And yes another cliffhanger because why not? (I didn't feel like editing the next part I'm sorry)

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The Tooth Fairy

Chapter 1: Discovery

word count: 1985

trigger warning: supernatural elements, brief distress, mild language, non-graphic physical restraint of a small character

I’m sorry I can’t get past 10k words into a story before starting a new one, but I couldn’t wait to write this! I already have the first four chapters written so I will be releasing them over the next few days. I have a lot planned for this universe; lore just kept coming to me and I couldn’t stop it.

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My night should have been simple. My parents were out of town for the week, so my Friday plans consisted of picking up my seven year old sister from dance practice, shoveling instant ramen into her mouth, and putting her to sleep by 9:00 PM. After that, I had the house to myself, and I could stay up gaming as long as I wanted. Looking back, my troubles began the moment my sister lost her tooth in the car.

Earlier that day, I was tasked with picking my sister up from dance practice. I got there fifteen minutes early, so she wouldn’t throw a fit about me being late, and we sped off the second she and her sparkly purple dance tights hit the passenger seat. It was already dark out, and I did not want to be in that parking lot any longer with all the tiny children running in the street.

“Don’t drive so fast,” She whined. “You’re gonna kill us.”

“Shut it Nessa.” I snipped back. I did not like driving my mom’s car. I was so much more used to my truck; this mini cooper compressed my legs and exaggerated all of my movements. It’s hard being over six feet in a car catered to someone so short. No wonder Nessa found my driving so jerky. Unfortunately, my truck was stuck a couple states away with my parents because it had the better gas mileage.

Nessa reached into her bag and pulled out a sandwich, the one I had made her earlier that day.

“Why didn’t you eat that during snack time?” I questioned.

“Wasn’t hungry.” She replied through a mouthful of food. Mom never allowed us to eat in her car. I was about to comment on that, to tell Nessa to put her food away, when an animal suddenly ran across the road.

“Shit!” I hissed, and slammed on the brakes. Nessa lurched forward, held back by her seat belt. The container she had pulled her sandwich out of clattered forward and onto the floor of the car. Slightly, disheveled, I slowly pressed the gas again, eager to get home. My sister did not transition as smoothly.

“Henry!” She yelled after yanking the sandwich from her teeth. “What did I tell you!”

I hung my head in shame at her comment, accepting the lecture instead of arguing back. I was about to apologize, when I heard her yelp.

“What is it?” I questioned, mildly alarmed but refusing to take my eyes off the road.

“My tooth!” She exclaimed, “It fell out!” Now stopped at a red light, I took the chance to glance at her, and saw her shoving her tongue through the gap in her teeth.

“Ew Nessa, that’s gross.” I looked away again. It must’ve fallen out as she bit into her sandwich when I braked. She held the tooth up, admiring it.

“I can’t wait for the tooth fairy to visit tonight! I wonder how much I’ll get!” She chirped. Aw crap. Add that to my list of things to do tonight. I’ll have to pause my game later so I can sneak into her room and hide the cash. I pondered my antics while we drove the rest of the way home in silence. A light drizzle started and I turned on my windshield wipers. The dark, looming clouds suggested that heavier rain was expected.

Later that night, I got Nessa to bed by ten o’clock instead of nine. She was energetic, but the rain helped me lullaby her to sleep. I figured I would go switch out her tooth with the money at twelve, giving her a little bit of extra time to fall into a deeper slumber.

I sat down at my computer for what only felt like a bit, but as my gaze flickered towards the clock in the corner of the screen, I realized over two hours had already passed. It was well beyond twelve at that point, not that it mattered. I could hear the wind whipping the tree branches against the side of the house, and I could hear the rain echoing against the rain gutter, but all I saw out of my window was pitch black. The noise creeped me out though, so I hastily closed the blinds.

I pulled out my wallet from my back pocket, fingering through the loose change and dollar bills. I could spare a quarter and a dime for my sister, but no way I was paying her more than a dollar just for losing a tooth. I never turned the lamps from the kitchen off earlier, so I let the dim lighting guide me across the hallway to Nessa’s door. A half-assed “No boys allowed” poster was taped up in the center of her door, around where my waist was in height, although the tape had seen better days. I could almost swear I heard a faint shuffling coming from inside her room, but I ignored my suspicions and gingerly twisted the knob.

The door creaked open slowly, filling the room with an eerie ambiance. I crept towards her sleeping figure, feeling more like an axe murderer than a caring older brother. Thankfully, she twisted halfway across the bed and off the pillow we stuffed the tooth under, making my job easier.

Beside Nessa’s pillow, a dim light shined and illuminated her features.

What could that be? I wondered. I inched closer, moving toward a better view since the source of the light was blocked by a giant lamp on her bedside table. I walked forward, until I was nearly looming over my sister. Despite my proximity, my eyes still had a hard time focusing on the glowing object that sat next to her pillow. Oh my god… I processed, realization dawning across my face. My brain was working overtime trying to justify the scene in front of me—it felt like I was short-circuiting.

I watched as a five-inch tall boy tugged at the edges of the pillow. He had white hair, or maybe was it light blue? And he had the most beautiful glowing wings, even I could admit that. I-is that… the tooth fairy? Is the tooth fairy a guy?

Wind whistled through the crack in Nessa’s window and ruffled my hair. I could smell the wet pavement and feel a hint of the rain in the breeze. The quarter that had been tucked in between my pointer finger and thumb shook loose from his grasp and fell to the floor. A loud and painful clattering sound echoed throughout the room as it landed, sharp and unnatural compared to the quiet scene before me. I had felt as though I was watching a movie play out, but the quarter broke that illusion. I winced as I heard a small gasp beneath me. I cracked my eyes open to find a small, shaking figure staring up at me.

The second our eyes met, I jolted into action. My body was moving faster than my brain, acting on pure instinct. I grabbed the small boy off my sister’s pillow, and raced out of the room, moving as fast as I could while keeping as quiet as I could. I could feel him squirming beneath my grasp, helplessly throwing his fists at my fingers. I loosened my grip a bit, out of fear of hurting him, and he calmed down.

One thing I did notice was that he was wet. And cold. Probably from the rain. I finally got to my room, closing the door behind me, and let out a small sigh. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and the sound of my pulse in my ears was drowning out all other noise.

After the audible click of the door, like a switch flipped, the boy in my hands started struggling again. He didn’t make much noise, at least nothing I could hear over my loud ragged breathing, but he was punching and kicking at my fingers.

“Hey, hey, calm down little guy. I don’t wanna drop ya.” I spoke, my voice coming out strained. And to my absolute astonishment, the little figure replied.

“Let me go,” He whined, voice hoarse. I stilled. He replied. And he sounded fucking terrified.

Thinking fast, I grabbed a mason jar off my desk with my free hand, dumped the pens out, and dropped the fairy down. He fell with an audible thunk, and I flinched. That must have hurt a little, if not pretty bad. I feel even worse as I see the tiny figure curl in on himself, clutching his sides in pain.

I turn on my desk lamp and center it above him so I can get a better look, earning his attention. We lock eyes. Now that I have a better, uninterrupted view of the tiny fairy, I finally notice how pretty he is. He couldn’t have been more than 4 inches in height, hardly weighing more than loose change in my palm earlier, but I could almost feel his piercing ice blue gaze. His body was thin and wiry, but I could tell he was older. If I had to guess, I would say he was around my age. I’m seventeen, a senior in high school.

“Hey little guy, you good?” I cooed, breaking the awkward silence. He shot me a glare, his wide eyes narrowing. “Jeez, just asking.” When he didn’t respond after I gave him another moment, I tapped the glass. He flinched violently away from my incoming finger. “You’re pretty skittish, aren’chya?” I commented. I wanted to know what was happening, and I was getting sick of his continued silence. Noticing his fear of my hand, which he continued to eye warily, I brought it closer to him. “Heres the deal. If you don’t speak, I’m gonna have to pick you up. So I’ll give you another shot. What were you doing in my sister’s room?”

I flashed him a smile. I thought this was pretty fair, especially considering the fact that the little fairy had wings so he wasn’t actually trapped. However, at my proposition, the little guy looked up at me in disbelief. I leaned in, pausing my breath, and listened hard. At this point I was looming completely over him, so much so that he had to crane his neck in order to see me. Finally, barely louder than a whisper, I heard his soft voice.

“Nothing. I wasn’t doing anything.” He croaked out with an averted gaze. I narrowed my eyes, urging him to continue. “I just- I- I’m just filling in for my grandma.”

“What are you talking about?” I questioned, confused.

“She- she collects teeth. And leaves little gifts, like coins. For the kids.” He spoke slightly louder now, and looked up to meet my eyes.

“Like the tooth fairy?” I responded incredulously. “Your grandma is the tooth fairy?”

“Yeah I guess. I’m just taking over for the week; she’s sick and I wanted to give her some rest.” His voice was small, scared but tired. “God I hate this job.” He muttered as an afterthought. I smirked at the comment.

I propped my head on my hand and sighed, the breath from my nose rushing into the jar ruffling the fairy’s hair. He shrunk down and took a step back, stumbling away from me. I rubbed my eyes. It was too late and I was too tired to deal with the absurdity of this situation. I took notice of the way the fairy shivered in his wet, baggy clothes, the water from the rain outside weighing down his whole figure.

“Alright,” I sighed again, not wanting to go to sleep with such a big situation to handle, but needing something to do. “Let's get you warmed up.”

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Chapter 2: Houseguest

A/N:

Test your g/t knowledge and take a guess as to where I got the name “Henry” from!

[kitn-underfoot]

Hi, I’m Kitn-Underfoot but you can call me Kit. I’m a sizey artist (and sometimes writer) who has been lurking about this community for a while. Most of my stuff is fluff but can contain adult scenes and situations. Minors, please DNI.  

You can find my drawings under the tag: kitdrawings

My writing is under: kitwriting 

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My OCs: 

Van and Amelia – Amelia is a witch who accidentally summons a demon instead of a familiar. Tag: #kgtvan

A03 link to their story HERE.

Simon and Milly – (F/m) Simon is a scientist who has shrunk himself. Milly is his new girlfriend. They’re having to explore their new relationship with the added awkwardness of size difference.  Tag: #kgtsimon

AO3 link to their story HERE. 

Ever and Nicholas – (F/m and sometimes M/f) Ever is a size-changing, giant forest spirit. Nicholas is the human lord that was assigned as the liaison between herself and the king. Tag: #kgtever

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Other characters and their tags (mostly for my own safekeeping):

Collins and Olivia: #kgtcollins

Roan and Avery: #kgtroan

[midnightfairy1]

Rosabelle’s Child

Chapter 4: Growing Pains

Word Count: 1178

TW: I don't know exactly what to tag, so don't read it if you're easily triggered.

Mal struggled to keep his secret for the next five years, but not without the help of his two best friends. Daisy and Ash did their best to hide Mal’s “growth spurts” which grew more random and frequent as time went on. Normally, he would maybe grow a few inches (or even a foot) before shrinking back down, but sometimes his emotions got the better of him and he skyrocketed. These were Daisy’s favorite moments, and Mal’s most feared.

The first time Mal grew since his birthday was over a year after the incident. It wasn’t for any huge reason; he was just extremely happy. It was towards the end of summer, and the trio had snuck out to the pond one last time before they were going to be forced back into schooling.

After months of pestering, Daisy finally dropped the issue of Mal growing. It hadn’t happened since they encountered that fox, and she could tell the subject made him uncomfortable. Who could blame Mal, after all? The school pariah could grow 60 inches in a second; why give the bullies even more material to craft nicknames out of? But it didn’t matter to Daisy; she would always love every square inch of him.

The adults didn’t approve of their children heading out to the pond because there was too great a chance the fairies would become fish food, but Mal made sure he and his friends were kept safe. They stayed in a small section at the end of the pond that was blocked off by twigs, so no pond creatures could eat them.

Despite the dangers, pond swimming was one of Mal’s favorite things to do. Because he couldn’t fly, swimming around gave him the next closest feeling to freedom. He was actually faster in the water and more agile than the majority of his peers, even the older kids, because he didn’t have wings on his back to slow him down. Mal felt out of his element as all the other fairies flew around him in the air, even when he was just walking around with his friends. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was just holding them back.

So Mal was engaging in his favorite activity, with his best friend and crush. He was experiencing an overwhelming feeling of bliss, and before he knew it, an energy inside of him released.

“Ahh!” Mal gasped as he fell backwards in the pond. A second ago he had been a few inches tall, and now he was well over five feet. He couldn’t touch the bottom of the pond moments earlier, and now the water came just above his ankles. Mal’s head was spinning as he looked around frantically for his friends. His heart started racing faster and faster as he continually failed to spot them, until fluttering wings ruffled his hair and he heard a squeaky voice in his ear.

“Oh. My. Gosh.” Daisy squealed, hugging the side of his neck. Mal flinched forward at the sudden feeling, but steeled himself quickly so he wouldn’t throw her away. Daisy’s presence at his side felt like little more than a feather teasing his skin; he could barely feel her hands caressing his side or her body squirming against him. “I was starting to think I imagined the first time!”

“Ack Daisy, chill out.” Mal responded, bringing his hand up to her body. Before he reached all the way up, he felt Daisy release her wings and fall into his grasp. “I have zero idea what happened”.

“I do! You grew!” She practically shouted, eyes bright. “You know what this means Mal? Don’t you? You have special powers, unlike any other fairies! You are different. You could be the subject of prophecy!”

Mal just shook his head. He raised Daisy up higher so he could address her more easily. He didn’t like the feeling of holding her lower and making her look up at him–it sent an involuntary shiver up his spine. “No Daisy, stop saying that stuff, those are just stories. I don’t want to hear any of it. Stop trying to make me feel like any less of a freak.”

Mal felt Daisy shift on his palm, but he kept his eyes averted. He didn’t like seeing his friends so tiny either–it made him feel lousy.

“Mal, you are not a monster. I really think–” Daisy started, before she was cut off by an angry shriek from down below. Mal snapped to attention, scanning the muddy forest floor. The water he splashed when he grew reached all the way to the tree line.

“Guys.” Mal cringed at the sound of Ash’s voice. Shoot. They had forgotten about Ash stranded below. Finally he spotted a suspicious leaf moving on its own, caked with so much mud he wouldn’t have been able to tell it apart from the rest of the forest floor if it hadn’t been twitching. “A little help here.”

Ash’s little voice was dripping with anger. Mal gently took the stem of the leaf in between his two giant fingers and peeled it back, revealing a tiny fairy wrestling in the dirt. Ash’s dark hair was all disheveled, and his leaf tunic strewn haphazardly across his body. He finally righted himself and crossed his arms, craning his neck to glare at Mal.

Mal, too worried to spare a second, swept Ash up in his fingers to see if he was alright. Ash had not been warned and was therefore not expecting the looming fingers racing towards him; he yelped and scrambled back, only to be caught in between Mal’s thumb and pointer finger. He tried to struggle out of Mal’s grasp, but his efforts remained fruitless. He continued to attempt to push himself up as he was brought up to Mal’s face.

“Mal. Let. Me. Go.” He tried to muster up as strong of a voice as he could while he could feel the hot breath of a giant down his back, and while he was stuck in said giant’s grasp, even if that giant was his best friend. Ash didn’t understand how Daisy showed no signs of fear, she had to be at least a little scared, right?

“Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Mal's voice vibrated through him. Ash was still trying to process Mal’s loud words when he was dumped onto the palm of Mal’s other hand beside Daisy. He tried to lift himself with his wings, but quickly realized they were too caked in mud to provide and help in flying. Ash grumbled to himself and reclined on Mal’s fingers, trying not to think about the fact that he was stuck defenseless on a giant’s hand.

All three best friends exchanged a look, before Mal spoke up once more.

“Do you think you guys can help me?”

Chapter 5: A Rainy Night

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A/N:

Sorry for the extra short chapter, but I couldn’t think of anything else to add before the events of the next chapter. Stay tuned, because the real conflict is about to begin.

[midnightfairy1]

Rosabelle’s Child

Chapter 3: Thirteenth Birthday

Word Count: 1813

TW: I don't know exactly what to tag, so don't read it if you're easily triggered.

Mal fell to the ground when Ash pushed him away, and he watched in horror as the fox lunged at Ash. Ash looked so tiny, cowering there on the ground and at the complete mercy of the fox. All curled up like that, he looked no bigger than the fox’s paw. Mal watched as the fox bared its teeth, mouth snapping open and exposing its fangs.

Mal’s heart wrenched, and he lunged forward without thinking. For that split second, a primal, protective instinct flared inside of him. His anger and fear flooded through his veins, setting his blood on fire. Mal could release power at the tip of his fingers. The energy he hadn’t been able to access for years seemed as if it had finally met its threshold within his body, and his emotions pushed it over the edge.

Mal watched as the fox lunged toward Ash suddenly. Without thinking, he jumped and reached toward Ash as well. The fire inside him exploded suddenly, and Mal was blinded by a brilliant flash of sunlight while everything around him shrunk.

Ash, who had been expecting agonizing pain and was instead met with a smothering warmth, was pleasantly surprised. Did I… die?! He thought frantically, when all he saw was darkness. No, that wouldn’t make sense. Ash felt around him, trying to figure out what had happened. The surface he was encased by was warm and comfortable, and slightly soft. His wings illuminated the dark area around him slightly, and as his eyes began to adjust to the lack of light, he found that he was surrounded by tan-colored walls.

Even though he didn’t completely mind his prison, Ash didn’t like the feeling of being trapped. He started pushing on the walls around him, but his efforts were fruitless. He grew slightly frantic, and started kicking. Ash was almost about to burst into tears, when suddenly his prison shifted. The creased wall above him split open and lifted. Ash watched in horror as it turned into a hand, long fingers curling inward. He examined the surface he was standing in, and to Ash’s horror, realized where he was. Am I in the hands of a- a human?!

The grip now felt suffocating and demeaning after this new realization, even though it had felt comforting only moments before. Ash, who had been staring into the forest, turned around slowly. He came face to face with a gigantic chest. Ash’s heart seized as he turned his head to look up further, into the eyes of the human in question. But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next. The human, who had just saved his life, was none other than his best friend, Mal.

Ash, who had been sitting on his knees, fell backward. He tried to crawl away, despite the fact that he was still sitting on Mal’s hand. Panic coursed through him, and he could feel his heart beating through his ears. Mal’s fingers curled inward in response, and Ash flinched away. Even though he knew he could trust Mal, his instincts took over. Ash suddenly pushed himself to his feet and ran backward, away from Mal’s face. Without spreading his wings, Ash tripped off the back of Mal’s hand.

In response, Mal quickly caught his body in between his thumb and his index finger. He could feel Ash’s heart beating like crazy, and rushed to calm him down. He felt bad about temporarily trapping his best friend, but he didn’t want Ash to hurt himself. The feeling of Ash in his hands had been surreal. He could feel his every little movement, push, and kick like little feather light brushes. Every contact tickled, and sent an electric rush through his skin.

Mal had been disoriented after finding everything around him shrunken, but Daisy had been able to ground him. She fearlessly flew up to his shoulder, keeping a cool head as always, and informed him he had suddenly grown after a bright flash of light (luckily his clothes grew with him). Her trust in him had been enough to calm Mal down quickly, and he was able to turn his attention to helping Ash. Now, he looked down at Ash between his fingers, taken aback by the look of pure fear shining on his face. Mal noticed how fragile his body felt, and realized how scared Ash must be in the hands of a giant, even if that giant was Mal.

“Woah, woah, wait a sec Ash!” Mal yelped, when Ash tried to throw himself off his hand. Ash winced at the loud noise. Mal felt Daisy wince too, so he lowered his tone. “Calm down, it’s just me. Mal, remember? Your best friend?”

Ash, who was shaking like crazy, only managed a meek nod in response, averting his eyes.

“Look, dude, I don’t know what happened.” Mal continued. “That fox scared the living daylights out of me, and the next thing I knew, everything was tiny. I’m kinda freaking out here.”

Ash managed to meet his gaze again, mustering the courage to speak.

“Mal, you- you're hurting me.” Ash’s voice was quiet, but his words’ effect was huge. Mal’s heart fell and he immediately loosened his grip. He let Ash drop back onto his palm.

“I’m sorry.” Mal croaked, feeling moisture gathering behind his eyes.

“It’s okay.” Ash responded, rubbing the arm Mal had been accidentally pinning. It seemed as if some of his initial panic was starting to wear off. “I know it was an accident."

Ash looked back up into Mal’s giant, looming face, this time with a tiny bit less fear. A small movement caught his eye, and he turned his head slightly to see Daisy resting on Mal’s shoulder. Seeing Daisy made him feel infinitely better.

After a moment of silence, Daisy flew forward as well, landing on Mal’s palm right beside Ash. Ash saw Mal’s eyes widen in surprise, and could have sworn he saw Mal’s cheeks grow a little pinker. Not that it was hard to miss, with how giant Mal’s face was over them. Ash felt a pang in his heart, as he remembered his own, secret feelings he was harboring for Daisy. Suddenly Daisy spoke up, her clear voice easily cutting through the tension.

“Alright boys, we have a huge problem that needs to be solved!” Both Mal and Ash looked at her curiously. “How are we going to get Mal back into the village?” Mal’s face twisted from an expression of confusion to horror once he realized the weight behind her words.

The village couldn’t see him giant, that would cause widespread panic. Fairies were already horrified by the idea of giants, thanks to all the horror stories about humans. Although Mal started to wonder just how much truth those stories actually contained, now that he found himself human sized. He shuddered involuntarily, jostling the two fairies in his hands. What a horrible thought.

But Daisy posed a genuine question; what were they going to do about Mal? He was only thirteen–it’s not like he could survive on his own just yet. But he also couldn’t go back to the village at his size. Mal closed his eyes and felt for the energy within him. He was able to mold and shape it, even if he wasn’t able to exert it. Suddenly, he was struck with an idea.

“Wait guys, give me some room. I have an idea.” Mal mumbled in response to Daisy's question. He dumped two fairies down on the ground next to him, causing Ash to stumble a little. Daisy used her wings to balance herself, and landed on the ground as graceful as ever. Then, Mal scrunched his eyes closed and focused on his energy.

He molded it within himself, trying to shape and condense it. As he pushed it inwards, Mal could almost feel himself shrinking. It's working! After giving it one last final push, Mal cracked an eye open and found himself staring at two grinning best friends his own height. But even now, he could feel the energy buzzing inside of him; it wasn’t going to stay down forever, and it would only become harder to tame as he got older.

“Alright birthday boy,” Daisy teased, helping him to his feet. “Let’s go home and celebrate!”

***

Mal arrived at his mushroom house late that night, after talking and laughing with his friends for hours. They had all collectively decided to ignore what had happened earlier that day, although Mal could see the fire behind Daisy’s eyes. She wanted to know more, and Mal wanted to bring her the answers she desired. His house felt eerie and quiet compared to Daisy’s bright home. Even though it was past midnight, he found his mom awake and in the living room. She was staring into space, and didn’t even acknowledge his entrance.

Mal grumbled internally and was about to head down to his room, when something stopped him. Seeing his mom like this… it reminded him that she had secrets of her own. Tentatively, Mal approached her and sat across from her, clasping her hand and forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Mom…” Mal started. “I have a question.” He took a deep breath, his head still spinning from the events earlier that day. This might get him some answers. “Who was my dad?”

Mal didn’t expect any reaction at all, but his mom’s eyes grew wide and she started shaking. This was interesting, because Mal usually couldn’t get any kind of reaction out of her. Mal continued, pressing for answers. “He wasn’t a winter fairy like the others say, was he? I don’t believe that.” Mal didn’t know what he was thinking, but a sinister thought formed at the back of his mind. His mom had always told him wonderful stories about humans… What if she wasn't lying? But Mal pushed the thought down–it was just too crazy. To his surprise, his mom started speaking.

“No, no, no no no no.” She muttered over and over again, tears filling her eyes. “How do you know?”

Mal let go of her hand and stepped backwards. What is she talking about? I don’t know anything.

But Mal did know. He knew what she was implying. He just didn’t want to accept the possibility, even if it was the only way the incident earlier made sense. He turned on his heels and fled to his room, slamming the bark door behind him. As he curled in bed and listened as the fluttering leaves above him lulled him to sleep, Mal finally allowed himself to grasp the horrifying truth.

His father was a human.

Chapter 4: Growing Pains

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A/N:

Alright guys, third chapter down. I tried to make the last scene feel very ominous, did it work? I’m not too experienced in writing yet. I am starting to love Daisy even more.

[chaosduckies]

What if I had been working on a secret “gt” book? Well, I have been! I’ve officially finished the first draft of this “gt” book I’ve been working on and do plan on getting it published in less than a year. Also it’s not like a short book either, I mean that I have all of it planned out throughout several books already so it’s going to be good (at least I hope so) 😁

I’ve been working on this “project” for nearly 2 years, and it’s finally almost done! I’m very proud of what I’ve written (because, yes, I’m capable of writing a lot better than I do on here-), and I’d like to share it all with you! I’m just currently working on edits before sending it of for official editing and publishing ❤️

The entire reason I’m sharing this is because you all are amazing and I’d like to thank everyone who’s enjoyed what I’ve written so far :) (also because the book has TONS of gt elements because yes I needed to add it in there-)

But on a more serious note, I’ve actually made a TikTok account where I post all updates about the book and characters! And I just needed to share it here at some point, especially since I’m so close to finishing what I’ve been making :) Again, this has been a dream of mine since I was a kid and I can’t believe that I’m nearly there! Thank you all again ❤️

And here’s my TikTok account if you want sooner updates for this book because it has literally everything on it :D

TikTok account here!

[midnightfairy1]

I’m so proud that must have taken so much effort

[midnightfairy1]

Rosabelle’s Child

Chapter 2: The Fox

Word Count: 2239

TW: I don't know exactly what to tag, so don't read it if you're easily triggered.

For the time being, I will be posting every Friday!

In the same month Jason left, Rosabelle grew pregnant. She was unsure about what would happen; after all, it’s not every day a fairy bonds to a human, and they only half-bonded anyway. Rosabelle felt pride in this. That just meant her and Jason’s love was strong enough to allow her to conceive a child, even with only half a bond.

The problem was, the monarch of her village hadn’t given her permission to bond. Nobody in the village could have known who she bonded with. And, scariest of all, what if something in her child turned out wrong? That was also very possible; fairies and humans weren't natural partners, so something unnatural could happen to their baby. But Rosabelle knew she would love her child no matter what, she was just afraid the rest of the village wouldn’t take too kindly to him. Hell, they would hate him just for being her son.

Nine months later, Rosabelle gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He had his mother’s white blond hair, and he had his father’s rugged handsomeness, tanned skin, and ice-blue eyes. However, the village healers were horrified when they turned him on his back and discovered the fourth trait he had inherited from his father: no wings. The healer flinched back and dropped the boy into his mother’s grasp, appalled by the sight. A fairy had never ever been born without wings–it was unheard of.

Once, Rosabelle had heard a story of an autumn fairy who had the tip of his wing bit off by a fox while hunting. The story had spread far and wide across the entire forest, reaching every single fairy community. But even then, Rosabelle had heard tales of his recovery. But her son faced no such mercy. He was going to be bullied to the end of his days, shunned by his village. She hugged him tightly to her chest. She would love him, no matter what, and hopefully that would be enough.

Rosabelle grew teary as she gazed into his ice blue eyes; they reminded her too much of Jason. Her heart ached at the memory, and she reached out across the lifeline in her brain to make sure he was okay. She could still sense him, and she let out a small sigh. Sometimes, the light in her mind dimmed, but it would always come back.

Refocusing on her son, Rosabelle whispered his name. His name was strange for a fairy–it was a human name after all–but she didn’t care; her and Jason had decided on it together. Jason had explained to her that in some human cultures, the name meant “sun child”, or “bright sun”. She fell in love with the name after that, because the sun was such a big part of fairy culture. No matter what kind of fairy one was, they worshipped the sun. The sun brings life, sustenance, and energy. Proudly and quietly, Rosabelle breathed his name aloud:

“Sam…” She murmured, “I will love you forever.”

***

Unfortunately, Rosabelle was correct about one thing: the village hated her son. Many fairies believed Rosabelle had bonded with a fairy from the winter clan, because blue was a common eye color among winter fairies, and some families even had matching ice blue eyes (although they were missing the spark she could see in Jason and her son). No winter fairies stepped forward, however, leading to much more mocking for Rosabelle. This was incredibly appalling to most fairies: not only had Rosabelle supposedly bonded to a fairy outside her clan, which was extremely looked down upon in fairy culture, she also wouldn’t confess who she is bonded with. Bonding, or blessing, is a very serious deal, because it means giving up part of one’s soul. The idea that Rosabelle had taken this affair so lightly, bonding to someone she didn’t even live with, earned her the title of village slut. Fairies throughout the forest knew her as the spring fairy slut.

Her son was called names in school and around town. ‘Wingless’, ‘Son of the Spring Fairy Slut’, ‘Powerless’, etc. The last one hurt the most. Not just because her son didn’t inherit any powers of his own, but because it was a name she was called as well.

Rosabelle never inherited any powers of her own either, and had been shunned for it all her life. Of course, she and her son have the fairy energy, or aura, in their veins, but neither of them possess any clan-specific abilities, which has a huge effect on a fairy’s identity. Sam, even though he was only a toddler, was still way behind all of his classmates in school because of his lack of wings and abilities.

Luckily, it seemed Sam was able to find two good friends out of kids at his school, which was more than Rosabelle could say for herself. Rosabelle knows they’re good kids based on what she's heard from Sam. Their names are Daisy, who is pretty as a petal and head over heels for Rosabelle’s son (as far as Rosabelle could tell), and Ash, a fierce little guy who balances out Sam’s calm demeanor perfectly. They both complement him so well, and Rosabelle is already indebted to them after they made her son so happy.

Daisy has smooth, dark, treebark colored skin, long curly black hair pulled into a single braid with tiny flowers woven within, bright, big, lavender colored eyes, and a dainty little daisy dress. Ash was pale in comparison, and had dark hair that was short on the sides and fluffy on top. His eyes shone a fiery red–branding him as a summer fairy, and he wore a mint green leaf tunic.

Daisy was very popular among kids their age, especially the boys, so Sam and Ash were very surprised when she chose to hang out with them instead. She was such a sweet girl and they felt lucky to be her friend, and soon the other kids backed off once they saw her around with the weird kids. Ash wasn’t too popular either, despite his energetic and charismatic personality, because he was a summer fairy in a village of spring fairies. Although he supposedly had a powerful aura, because summer fairies thrive during the season where the sun is the brightest, summer fairies are often looked down upon because they don’t have too many powers they can actually utilize. Although they have a ton of energy, it all goes to waste due to their lack of ability.

The three fairies stayed good friends year after year, only growing closer and closer to each other.

***

On his thirteenth birthday, Sam chose to spend the day with his two best friends.

Earlier that day, reports from the westward station hunters warned villagers of a fox prowling the edges of town. When Sam heard the news, he was extremely disappointed. He and Ash had met up at Daisy’s mushroom house in order to celebrate, and had planned to explore the west woods later that day. They always found weird trinkets in the undergrowth in that direction, and had recently been focusing on investigating further.

Daisy’s theory was that humans had been in the wood and dropped those things, but Sam and Ash agreed she was crazy. All fairies heard the horrible tales of humans when they were young–as bedtime stories to keep them from sneaking off at night–but everybody knew that those were only stories; humans weren’t actually real. There was just no way beings that huge existed.

Sam’s mom, of course, as crazy as everybody said she was, told Sam happy tales about humans. Sam just chose to ignore them; his mom was out of it about a lot of things. She was never quite present in the moment, and Sam found it sad to be around her. The other fairies in the village thought that she had blessed so many different men, her soul was almost completely gone. But Sam knew that wasn’t the case; his mom just had truly deep feelings for the one man she had bonded with–his father–and the years of being away from him were eating away at her mind. Sam had at least that much faith in his mom–she wasn’t a tramp.

He groaned, realizing the woods were going to be off limits that day after the fox sighting.

“This is so annoying. Why did the fox have to come back on my birthday?!” Sam complained, slumping over on Daisy’s table as she brought over an acorn full of sugar water. She diluted it slightly for Sam; he didn’t seem to share a sweet tooth with the rest of the fairy population. Maybe it came with the wings.

“We could still go if you wanted.” Ash offered, grasping his own drink from Daisy as well. “You know what, I could take on a fox. I would slay it and you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty little head.”

Daisy stared at her three-inch-tall friend. “Really?” She responded, her tone dripping in sarcasm.

“I’m serious! My dad is friends with a hunter and I listened to him explain one night when we had him over for dinner.” Ash argued. “Foxes are orange and white right? He just said to aim for the white parts while attacking.”

“Ash–you talk about all this attacking and killing, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you actually kill something.” Daisy responded.

“Well yeah, I just don’t go off into the line of fire very often. Sam probably just scares them all away anyway ‘cause he’s so huge.” Ash gestured over to Sam, who had been gulping down his drink. Sam was slightly taller than the average 13-year-old fairy, standing at four and a half inches tall.

“Dude, it’s not my fault you’re just extra short.” Sam commented. Ash was just barely above three inches–the average height for a seven year old girl.

“Whatever. So are we going or are we going.” Ash jumped to his feet, grabbing his bag. He liked to carry around a couple daggers and a bow and arrow, in case any battle were to happen on the fly.

“Yeah one sec, let me just finish my drink.” Sam downed the rest of it and grabbed his own backpack.

“You guys are going to get yourselves killed.” Daisy grumbled, but she got up as well, slipping a dagger under her skirt.

And with that, the three friends headed out into the forest. They had ventured past the danger zone before, and had even seen a few squirrels, but never had to defend themselves. Going into the forest today should just end up the same–the chances they would actually run into the fox were low. At least, that’s what each fairy tried to tell themselves as they stepped further into the darker, thicker part of the woods.

They had to travel by foot, because Sam wasn’t able to fly and neither friend was strong enough to carry him on their own quite yet. The woods were eerily quiet that day–as if some of the animals or birds had scattered. But the trio decided not to address any concerns and continued walking. They walked for around an hour, going way further than they usually did. Surprisingly, Daisy was the one to push the group. She had always been smart and a little extra curious, and that curiosity obviously extended to the weird trinkets they would find.

“We won't find anything if we don’t go farther than last time.” She reasoned. “We already searched this area.” And so the trio kept walking further and further. The woods grew thicker and therefore darker, an uneasy feeling settling in Sam’s chest. The trees loomed above them, suffocating instead of protecting, and trapping instead of guarding. Every time Sam heard a twig snap or a leaf rustle, his head whipped around. A feeling of dread suddenly washed over him. Keeping his eyes forward, Sam reached out and clumsily looped his arms around his two friends, pulling them closer.

“Guys…” Sam murmured, eyes still trained on the darkness ahead of him. “I have a bad feeling right now.”

“Sam, stop being so ominous.” Ash lectured. “Nothing is going to happen–” Ash was also looking ahead, and he just saw something move in the darkness in front of them. Something taller than the underbrush. His voice cut off, a wave of fear crashing over him. Because in that moment, he realized something actually was going to happen.

“Sam… WATCH OUT!” Ash shouted, as an orange and white blur leapt toward them. The fox! How could Ash have been stupid enough to suggest going into the woods after the warning was issued. Sam had looked so uncomfortable the entire time, he should have just said it was okay to turn around. But he didn’t, and now his best friends were going to pay for his mistakes.

Without thinking, Ash shoved his two friends to the side and out of the way, and curled down on the ground ready for his fate. Torn apart by an animal–a fitting end for a coward. He had all these weapons, but not the courage to use them.

“Ash!” Sam shouted. Ash felt a twist in his gut. His eyes were closed, but he suddenly saw a brilliant light flash from behind his eyelids. And right as he was preparing for the strike of the fox, a strange warmth enveloped him instead.

Chapter 3: Thirteenth Birthday

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A/N:

Chapter two down on the same night as chapter one! It’s 3:00 am now, so I’m going to bed. Sorry about the lack of g/t; I needed to include some lore and I was trying to give Daisy, Sam, and Ash actual personalities… please tell me if I succeeded. I kind of love their sass so far, but I still need to add more dialogue. Stay tuned for next week, and find out how the situation above can immediately turn into g/t angst two sentences into chapter three.

Fun fact: when Rosabelle says she gave her “soul” over to Jason, she is talking about her fairy aura/energy, which is basically the life-force of all fairies. When fairies bless each other, it’s usually a mutual action, turning it into a bond. However, Jason could not return the gesture because he is human. The stronger a fairy’s love is for someone, the more “soul” they transfer over. When two fairies love each other greatly, the bond is done as a symbol of trust to represent their love, because the loss of energy in each fairy cancels out as they give energy to each other. That is why bonding is dangerous and needs to be approved, because if one fairy loves their partner more, they will lose too much of their soul and go insane over time. This is what is happening to Rosabelle, because Jason can’t give her any energy. She knew what she was sacrificing when she first blessed him, but the half bond gave her the ability to check on him. She reasoned that she would have gone crazy anyway if she had no way to connect with him. Also, the bond unexpectedly gave her a child, which is another plus. Can’t you tell I’m putting way too much thought into their relationship instead of the actual main characters?

By the way, I’m currently still deciding if Jason and Rosabelle will get a happy ending or a tragic one… so… it all decides on my mood once that chapter comes… Also, for complicated reasons I had to write this chapter on my personal gmail instead of my g/t gmail account and it’s freaking me out… like, what if someone finds it and discovers my identity as an undercover g/t author?