Faerie!Hux Drabble || Part One
SO....this was an AU on the old blog and myself and a few others were kinda invested in it but it was lost with the old blog. Good news is, I’m back, so it’s back! I’ll do my best to flesh out this AU like it was before, maybe with some extra details too! (Also, Ben is coming, so don’t you worry) It’ll be fun! Readerchan is going to go on all kinds of ....monster!Au adventures. Indulge me <3
Outside of town, there was a tree, but it was not just a tree. It was old and decrepit-- a tree that some swear breathed when no one was looking. Fortunately for the tree, there was hardly anyone around, except for a shadow that only children claim to see even in the darkest of nights. And under the tree was a hill nothing out of the ordinary, but under that hill was a kingdom of darkness.
For millennia, the beasts and monsters of the underworld thrived in this darkness; trouble-making pixies and seductively cunning trolls, changelings and boggarts alike all living in harmony in the court of the Unseelie. Ruled by the pure-blooded faerie, they lived in peace, sharing in the joy of tormenting humans who wandered too close to the dead hill.
And Armitage was not just a faerie. He was the prince--the only son of the Faerie King Brendol, ruler of the Underground. Every night, the fae opened the gates of their kingdom to every monstrosity known to the Unseelie. They gathered from the darkest corners of the Underground under the glow of the Great Tree; the tree that gave them life to sing and dance in its exuberance.
At the peak of each party, after the sweet delicacies of the Underground had been brought out and consumed, it was time for the main attraction-- Golden goblets full of wine were passed around to every mouth, pore, and tongue in the room. Spiked with the Tree’s hallucinogenic nectar, the wine gave every creature to taste its sweetness vivid dreams and an insatiable passion for sex. The orgies lasted for what felt like decades, rough and sensual, with howling that echoed like the wolves in the forest above the hill.
...but the tree was dying. With every decade spent imbibing from the generous tree, its light grew weaker. And having soaked up all the life from the roots underneath, it began to wilt; less and less nectar falling into their goblets. With the wilting of the Great Tree came the death of so many of their kind-- the Unseelie were greedy in their consumption and now they were paying the price.
They met in councils of rage, pointed curved, and scaly fingers at each other, accusing this one and that one of drinking far too much. For hundreds of years, they argued and spat, all while the Tree grew closer and closer to shriveling up.
Realizing how long they’ve gone without a solution, the Unseelie panicked-- growing louder in their debates, more furious, until one night under the light of the full moon, Armitage discovered a human--unconscious and having taken the tumble from under the tree on the hill.
In the presence of the human, the Tree glowed brightly with life and it was then the Unseelie learned the true power of human essence--that the tenacity of a human soul was enough to give the tree an intense burst of life. But it was short lived. Within a month’s time, the power had depleted again. They needed more.
So it was decreed--on the night of the full moon, the faeries would send Armitage out into the human city, perfectly glamoured to prowl dirty back alleys and lounges. It was his duty to seek out unsuspecting humans to feed to the dying Tree in the hopes that someday, they’d have enough to restore its vitality.
But you didn’t know that. You didn’t know any of that. All you knew was whatever you saw glittering in the darkness of that nightclub made your feet move on their own.
Through the pulsing of the music, the stranger was all over you, hands, lips, those...eyes. Just those eyes alone touched you deeper than your exes hands ever did, you were lost in the pleasure. The mysterious body pressed against you burned like dry ice.
You felt like you were everything, but to Armitage, you weren’t more than the soul that he smelled on you.
But he hesitated. One more dance, one more chance to drink kisses from your lips and spread glitter in your hair. You made him so hard the way you breathed onto his mouth, he couldn’t bring you to your death...But he had to...
‘At least...’ he thought to himself, ‘There will be one last chance to fuck you...’
You followed him out into the back, and in the same instance you felt the cold wet wall of the back alley, you collapsed forward into his arms and into the darkness.
