#fae!simon

[str4wbrryrose]

Thinking about Fae!Simon and herbalist reader…a little fixer up meet cute 😋

It started with a small recommendation from his captain; it was especially high praise coming from him. He had slid Simon five gold one night with a pat on the brooding mans shoulder. “There’s a little shop at the end of Penrose Lane. A herbalist, Riley. I’m sure doc will be able to sort you out in no time, usually is on point, that one.” Simon wanted to bristle, but he knew John was right; he never really was the same after he got medically discharged.

The Fae’s knee was aching badly by the time he appeared at your shop. The gold in his pocket seemed like it weighed more than him, and he had half a mind to turn back. The door opened.

“You alright?” Your groggy voice sounds, keys in hand. Simon analyzes you for a moment, determines you weren’t what he was expecting (especially since Price didn’t tell him you were cute), and then comes to the bright conclusion you were closing up shop. It was dreadfully late at night. “If you need to be seen to, I can squeeze you in for a moment.” You left the door ajar as you slipped back inside. He followed.

The shop was cramped, almost suffocating, with books piled in every corner and plants crawling up the walls. His hulking frame in the doorway certainly looked out of place.

“This way,” You called out, weaving around the corner and patting to the cushioned table. He sized it up. Definitely way too small.

“I’m only here for my—“

“Knee? I could tell. You’re hobbling. Just sit down so I can take a look at it.”

“I don’t need to sit—“

You gave him a pointed look. “I said sit.” He sat and immediately, your hands found his aching knees. He bristled and huffed.

“A little warning next time, love?” Truth be told, he wasn’t really bothered by it.

His wings flexed when your thumbs dug into his tender kneecap. “I’d ask if this is from old age, but clearly you look military.” You jest, meeting his gaze.

Price wasn’t wrong.

“Just fix me up, will you? I’m not telling you my whole life story.”

“Touchy subject, jeez. And here I thought we had a special connection.”

“We don’t”—he cut himself off and hung his head—“I’m Simon.”

You tell him your name, your tired eyes giving away to an amused twinkle. “Well, I’ll be. Nice to meet you, Simon.”

[peachesofteal]

HYPERVENTILATING FAE SOAP TELLS HIMSELF YOU DONT MEAN ANYTHING TO HIM BUT THEN EVERYBODY ELSE JUST WATCHES HIM FOLLOW HER AROUND LIKE A LOST PUPPY???

"You must care for her a great deal." Simon's wife muses from where she sits, nestled in the crook of the couch, knees tucked up near the swell of her belly. Simon says nothing, but they exchange a glance, two smiles that hold a secret, while Johnny waves his hand in the air errantly. "No. Absolutely not. It's that bloody spell... the binding. Dinnae mean anything." The words taste like ash on his tongue, sulfur and smoke, bitter and wrong while his mind strays to the memory of you from last night, eyes wide with wonder while you stared up at the sky. "I've never seen so many." "Stars?" "Planets." They don't have planets, in the mortal realm? He frowns. "Surely there are other planets besides your own?" "Yes, but not like this. There's... there's nothing, like this." Your lips part, throat bobbing with a breath and he feels a strange tightening his chest, a keen longing nestling behind his heart, as he watches you take it in. You look so amazed, so enchanted, so captivated by something he views so ordinary, that he too, tilts his head back to look up at the dizzying number of planets. Hundreds of worlds swirl in the inky darkness above them, their colors so vibrant they shine like gemstones, blinking in and out of the velvet backdrop that is the night sky. "There are so many worlds. So many places." you whisper to him, a smile full of awe sloping across your lips. "Do you go to them? These worlds?" "Some." "Some." you parrot. "Some." you laugh, like the notion is absurd, which it probably is, to you. Something inconceivable, improbable. "They're beautiful." Your hand raises to reach for them, as if you could pluck one right out of the night and hold it in your palm. He watches, entranced by the way the three moon's light shimmers across your face, bathing you in a purple silver glow, spilling over your shoulders and across your skin graciously, framing you like a star, a celestial being. His throat feels dry. "Aye. They are."

[peachesofteal]

Soooo first of all The mermaid story was fucking fire. Like, wow. I love the longing and desire for her on Simons part. Absolutely amazing. I have two questions tho, I hope that's ok. After everything, can she still turn into her mermaid form? And what exactly is Simons realm? Is it like our world but like an alternative universe kinda stuff or like completely different than our world? Again this was stunning and so beautifully written. You never disappoint❤️👍

Hi! Thank you SO much, I'm so glad you liked it! 🩵 I was a little nervous about it because it's a bit dark thematically with the heart eating and magical dub con but I had so much fun with it, I hoped others would too. I've been working on it since Florence dropped Mermaids in April so it was definitely a labor of love.

In regards to your questions: 1. You can still turn into your mermaid form. It has been your primary form for centuries, and how you lived most of you existence, so I don't think Simon would want to take that from you completely. You do have to live on land in Faerie, and this exact conundrum is why he agonized about taking you for so long. Fusing his magic with yours is how he solves it, it gives you the ability to choose your form as you please, by drawing on different sides of the power. I imagine he builds the two of you a new home, a castle by the sea where you can visit the ocean as much as you choose. Your children inherit this ability too, cute little babes with pointed ears and the power to switch between legs and a tail. They play hide and seek in the shallow pools and sandbars by your home.

2. Simon is from Faerie. It's a completely different realm from ours, but still in the same universe. When you smell him in the bar, and envision the forests and the oceans, with the aquamarine sea and shallow pools, that's his realm. It's different from the mortal world, but you find some surprising similarities like gravity (which you hate, because legs are difficult to operate and balance/coordination is not your strong suit) and food, with both mortals and Fae eating things that grow from the ground and livestock animals. There are also vast differences, like Faerie has it's own magical council (who is pissed at Simon, by the way. He technically snatched another magical being from a completely different realm without asking them…) and the wine there is strong enough to sedate an ox. There are new laws, new customs, and you have this new, wildly powerful magic living inside of you that makes everything very overwhelming in the beginning and Simon is wracked with guilt, but you eventually begin to adjust.