Everybody shut up. My turn with the skephalo writing stick >:(.
Okay so, it’s Fae! Au hours
Bad lives in the woods with his dog. It’s a bit far away from the village, and a bit secluded. He’s kind of a medic? Twice a week, he sets up shop in his little stall of the village market and sells plant based medicines. Lavender tea, aloe salve, whatever the hell my grandmother insists turmeric powder can do in bath water, that kind of stuff. The village people think he’s a little odd, but ultimately he’s a kind guy who caters to their injuries. They high key suspect he’s a witch but there’s no magic involved, he’s just hella good with plants.
Bad is lonely though. He lives alone with his doggo. Besides his market stall hours, he doesn’t talk to any other human beings at all. He spends most of his time tending to his garden.
He’s lonely but content with the life he lives for now. He’s calm and complacent.
Until something starts fucking up his garden.
The flowers are trampled, the fruits are eaten,the berries stripped from his bushes. A bite has been taken out of his pumpkin. A whole goddamn bite, skin and all. Who does that??
Decidedly less calm, Bad puts up a fence around the garden to deter any woodland creatures. Maybe they’ve never bothered him before, but hey, the deers may have gotten braver.
It’s a no go. The next morning, something has jumped into the raked pile of leaves and scattered them everywhere. All of his herbs ? Gone.
He digs a ditch all around the fence and fills it up with water. There! If the thing was tunnelling under, there isn’t a chance now. If it was just jumping over the fence, well Bad better pray that it can’t clear both.
Tomorrow comes and there are flowers floating in the water , like a scene from the chapel windows. Shiny ribbons have been threaded through the fence wire, the whole thing is pretty enough that he doesn’t immediately notice the smashed watermelon and by extension, the watermelon juice painting of a dick at the side of the cottage walls.
By then, Bad has come to the conclusion that is a person who’s doing it. At his wits end, he despairs about it to the local blacksmith, Sapnap who’s just like “lmao sounds like fae folk. Put a salt circle around it.”
Bad does not anticipate being awoken at 3 a:m by someone furiously knocking at his door. Blearily, he stumbles out of bed draped in two blankets, Rat at his heels, and he pulls the door open, glasses shoved hazardously on his face.
There’s a person on the other side of the door. He’s tall and so very pale. There’s flowers woven into his hair , and he speaks urgently. Bad doesn’t register anything at all, still blinking sleepily. He doesn’t register long pointed ears nor cat-like eyes. He’s vaguely aware he’s being pulled out of the house, and to his garden.
Someone is sitting cross legged on the ground, hands covering their face, while someone stoops behind them, hand on the other person's shoulder. Both of them are shaking with laughter. Someone else comes up to Bad, their hair long and talons on the tips of their fingers. Their entire body seems to be ever shifting, never quite settling on a physique under the moonlight. Also overcome with giggling , they gesture beyond the fence.
A man stands in the middle of Bad’s garden. The absurdity of the situation has woken up Bad quite a bit. He sees shimmering, translucent wings. He sees unnaturally bright blue freckles, almost glowing against otherwise dark skin. He sees the despair and frustration on the man’s face.
“What?” his voice cracks with uncertainty. This is not real, he tells himself. You’re hallucinating and you’re going to wake up tomorrow morning to find a trashed garden with no pretty and strange men in the middle of your herb patch. Bad rubs his eyes, and the fairy stamps his foot.
“Salt circle ?” He cries, “You put a salt circle around it? How am I supposed to get out?”
“How did you get in?” Bad asks. The fairy blushes blue, and shrugs.
“I’ve got no fucking clue. Let me out.”
“Language” he mutters and sweeps his foot across the salt barrier, disconnecting the circle. Immediately, the fairy is up close, looking him up and down. Bad stumbles backwards with a sharp inhale.
“Hello.” He waves nervously, and immediately gets dirt thrown in his face.
Looking back on it, Bad probably should have seen this coming. He shouldn’t have let the fae drag him out of his bed in the middle of the night. He definitely should have kept the salt circle intact. Sue him for poor decisions, but when a fairy throws a little temper tantrum in the middle of your garden, interrogation is not a priority.
And yeah, he was going to ask a few questions but as it turns out, having dirt in your eyes is quite disorienting.
By the time he wipes the soil out of his eyes properly, the fae folk have disappeared into the woods.
Aye, it started out with just a little information post but then the Wattpad fanfic writer jumped out. It just jumped out and I’m so sorry. I haven’t written anything coherent since 2019 so forgive me if it sucks lmao. Uh, asks are open if anybody’s interested, and maybe I’ll get around to writing more ? It was actually surprisingly fun to do, I forgot how much I enjoyed writing . Anyway!
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