The Village- Fae Cod
I guess)) FAE! Ghoap x femReader
More Fae Cod
Warning: Bullying?, intoxication (nothing crazy but it's brought up), implied possible death
You were certainly an oddball in the village—a young, unmarried woman living on the outskirts, rarely coming down. Always polite, but with strange speech, you filled village children’s heads with stories: toadstools, fairies, the fae—your silly obsession. It was aggravating for villagers to see young bachelors dance with the imaginary creature in your head, then the respectable men of the village. So why be surprised when you weren’t invited to the summer solstice? Hell, you were snubbed. You wore a white dress you decorated yourself, embroidered with expensive yarns that swirled into summer flowers. Baby’s breath was woven into your hair like a goddess. Yet, everyone turned away. The elders and wise ones whispered as you walked and couldn't be bothered to hide their distaste. The sweet taste of wine dulled the sting as the elders who raised you turned away. At least the wine was sweet.
When the evening sun started to set, and the wine buzzed in your limbs, the dancing had started. The young bachelors and bachelorettes paired off, moving to dance together with flirty smiles.
“No one will dance with you.”
“What?” You hadn't approached anyone, entranced by the warm sun and town’s flowers. Wine strengthened your cozy feeling. Despite cold shoulders, the air—and your stomach—remained warm. Erik, a young man, approached your corner.
“Why don't you go dance with your fae?” He had sneered, grabbing the attention of his fellow ruffians.
“My- what are you talking about?”, you had stuttered, fingers gripping the half-full glass.
“All you do is care for the fae- so go.” He smiled, stepping forward into your space. Walking closer and closer till you found yourself blindly backing away, further from the celebration.
“Maybe when you fix your head, you'll be welcomed back.” His pack stood behind him, cackling like dogs. As if they didnt just push a young, inebriated lady out into the night.
Time seemed to stand still as your body carried you home. Your shoes were lost somewhere in the long grass, leaving you barefoot as you walked home, drinking from the glass you had left with. Body swaying as you took in the summer heat, dropping the cup near your door as you ventured into the woods. Face a light red and chest heavy as their words and actions swam in your head. Dizzily mixing with your understanding, following the fireflies that laced the woods.
A shallow hiccup left your lips as you venture deeper, vision blurry, as you pass trees and end near the glistening pond.
It was hicccup, so small that you had barely realized it left. Didn't see how the small glowy pixies gathered. Weightless hands coming close with comfort you unknowingly deserved. You had always left even the smallest nymphs some sort of offering.
Your skin prickled as the feeling of coldness brushed over you, yet the whine and mockery laced your blood too much for you to truly not notice the shiver.
“Why are you out here?”
“They threw me out.” A small sob left your lips, too gone and drowned in yourself to know who you spoke to.
There was a scoff, and a presence of something cold grew near you. Ice fingers lifting up your head to face the illusion named Simon. “They threw you out?”
A nod
“Why did they throw ye oot, bonnie?” Another voice asked from somewhere in the dark. It was crackly, like a crow. Your eyes scanned up, catching the figure perched in the tree, his legs kicking. The sight caused a snort to leave your lips, a smile breaking across your faces. Maybe you had gone mad, too driven by alcohol and desperation to think properly who you were talking to exactly.
“How did you get up there?” You had mused, letting tears lick down your cheeks. Drunkenly tilting your head up, accidentally bumping into Simon. The man in the tree cocked his head to the side, in a similar way that the crow always did when it visited you.
“Enjoy a good climb now an' then.” He hummed, jumping down from the tree with ease and strolling up to you. He wore a pair of worn brown pants and a grey tunic. A brown satchel-like bag hung attached to his hip, and a hooked knife was strapped to his side. Black feathers and shiny-looking stones were tied to the handle. He crouched near you, a charming smile on his lips. Up close, you could see how his joints and the area near his hairline seemed blackened, fading into his natural color. And now his mohawk seemed to have feathers woven into it. “Now why ya out here, Bonnie? Ain’t it the summer solstice?” He hummed, nudging Simon away, his fingers brushing the now-dirty hem of your dress. “Looks like ye got all dolled up, so why ant a pretty thing like chu dancin?” There was a hum from Simon as the question was asked again.
“They kicked me out-”
“We know that-” Simmon hummed, moving you gently to rest against his shoulder, saving you from drunkenly swaying into the pound.
“They said I spend too much time with the fae.”
Silence
“Ah, and they don't think the fae are real, do they? " Simmon hummed, looking down at your red cheeks and teary eyes. You gave a short nod.
“Well,” the other man let out a heavy, silent breath. “Seems lek ignorant blunts, aye Ghost? " Another grunt, from Simon, or ghost.
“Sounds like the village got a bit too comfortable, dontcha say, Johnny?” he hummed, a cold hand resting over your warm skin. The feeling was welcomed and appreciated, considering the heavy sensation the alcohol made you feel.
“what ye thinking, Si?” Sleep seemed to sink into your skin, and you unknowingly fell into Simon's side, feeling the skin morph into the creature he really was. Large cloaked arms picking your drunken form up.
“Bring 'em home and tell Price and Gaz that it’s time to start the offering again.”
“Blood?”
“Maybe”