#fairy fluff

[rs-hawk]

NSFW fem fae x fem character (or fem reader, im not picky lol). fem character makes deal with fae, she wishes for romance and wants to belong to the fae. the fae leads her on at first but falls in love with her.

You had The Sight from a young age. While everyone else grew out of believing in the Fey, you never did. How could you when you could still see them? You kept what you saw to yourself because you knew what might happen if someone believed you. It would be more dangerous than them not believing you at all.

One day, on a hike, you do something you know is stupid. You know it is. Everyone knows what a Fairy Ring is and yet, you take a deep breath and step into the ring of mushrooms anyway. For a moment, nothing happens. You let out a soft sigh. While part of you is scared about what could happen, you also can't help but be a bit disappointed. Wouldn't it be nice to get away from your real life, at least for a little while?

However, just as you are about to step out of the ring, something happens. Your feet move of their own accord, and your stomach drops. No, no this was one of the worst results of stepping into a fairy ring. One that you hadn't even thought of at first. You had insulted them, or at least annoyed one. Swiveling your head around to look for the Fey that surely still has to be nearby, you spot her. Your mouth feels dry and a slight flush touches your cheeks. She's stunning.

You've seen dozens, maybe hundreds of Fey Folk, but she is different. Even just looking at her is borderline intoxicating. Her large, pure white eyes are fixed on you. A mouth full of sharp, needle like teeth spreads into a slightly too wide smile on her porcelain colored face. Her hair is such a light shade of green that it almost looks clear, and her fingers that are curled around the tree trunk, watching you dance, knowing that she could easily make you dance to your death... They're just too long. Too slender. And oh so gorgeous.

"You're... beautiful," you whisper as you continue dancing, your eyes fixed on hers.

It seems to take her a moment to realize that you can see her, but when she does, she snaps, and you fall to your knees, finally no longer dancing. "You can see me?" she asks surprised, walking over to your exhausted form.

"Yes," you say as you look up at her through your long, thick lashes.

She hums before helping you stand up, now outside of the fairy ring. "Well, I suppose that you have earned one request then, little human, for surviving and tricking me into letting you go."

Your mind races. There's a dozen things you could ask her for and Fey, despite everything, are beings of their word. You swallow and say softly, "I want romance. I want to feel loved and, and cared for at least a little. And...," you hesitate.

"And?" she presses, smirking slightly.

"I want to belong to you," you explain quietly, your face flushing. "I want to belong to you and live in the Fairy Realm."

She smirks and tugs you towards her. "Deal."

Her lips are pressed against yours quickly, her soft lips working over yours eagerly, before she slips her tongue into your mouth. You part your lips to allow her to slide her tongue inside. You groan quietly before you feel the rush of air. When you break from the kiss, you look around, realizing that you've been transported somewhere else.

Over the next several years, the Fey, who never gives you her name, is romantic and sweet to you. She gives you gifts, compliments you, and kisses you, but that's all that happens. You typically sleep in another bed, and the two of you have never had sex. You swallow hard one day when you notice that she comes home with lipstick on her neck. You hadn't been clear. You hadn't asked for a relationship. Basically, she was treating you like a pet to show off to her other fey friends and keeping her end of the deal by being romantic most of the time.

She does this for years. Doting on you, being romantic, but never sleeping you and coming home with lipstick on her neck or smeared on her lips. You have no idea that she's doing it to manipulate you. To play games with you and make you confused and compliant because it makes it easier to keep you there.

However, after hearing you sniffle in your room one night after she does this, her heart shatters. She flits towards your room, pushing the door open slightly. She calls out, "Hey, Y/N... do you want to stay in my bed tonight?"

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The long awaited return of our love sick Fey! Angst, angst angst<3

Reincarnated Love: Part Six

(For context, this episode is slightly ahead of Orc Slave. The timelines will sync up soon!)

“So, when do I get to meet her?” the Duchess asked as Dianthus was flitting around her office, humming to himself as he tidied up her workspace.

“We’re still figuring things out,” he explained, but his smile didn’t falter.

The Duchess chuckled, shaking her head as she went back to looking over the Dukedom’s financial accounts. “Well, invite her to the party.”

​His wings flittered quickly as he whirled around. “You’d let me invite her?”

She shrugged, flipping a page. “I trust your judgement. If you say she’s alright to let in, and obviously you do since you gave her a token, then invite her. There will be plenty of non nobles as well, so she won’t have to worry about feeling out of place.”

Dianthus flew over to her, hugging her tightly. “You’re my favorite human ever!- I mean, besides her.”

Duchess rolled her eyes, a small smirk on her face. “You know you’re a brat, don’t you? I feel like your mother sometimes instead of your employer.”

Dianthus couldn’t help but mirror her smirk, his too wide mouth stretching his face. He knew she was right. Teasing her about her love affair with her Orc slave, hiding her things occasionally, trying to trick her and playing pranks- it was in his Fey nature. However, he knew that she knew that he considered her his family, which meant he would do anything for her. They just had a sibling like relationship.

It never occurred to him that his relationship with the Duchess would make you insecure.

When you got the official invite to the party, especially seeing how soon it was, your stomach twisted into knots. There was no time to save up for a nice dress. No time to order one anyway. No one could complete a dress in less than a week.

However, the idea of being able to mingle with not only nobility, but some of the highest levels of academics in the Kingdom made you feel like you had to go. Dianthus knew what he was doing when he mentioned the University of Magic’s Dean would be there, along with several of his Professors, including the head of his Dragonology department. Of course you had to go. At least you had a few semi-formal dresses from events you were forced to go to in the past.

After rummaging through your things, you found a small jewel that you were looking for. Part of a dragon’s hoard. The nail scratches and intentional markings were fascinating, so you knew you had to bring it to ask and talk about. Hopefully you wouldn’t isolate your (hopefully) future peers by bringing something like this up at an event like this.

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Everything was set up for you to get ready for the party at the Duchess’s “miniature manor”. Part of you was disappointed that Dianthus couldn’t come help you get ready, he’d been so busy helping the Duchess prepare for the party. It made sense. She was his boss. Of course they spent a lot of time together. However, he had at least sent a carriage for you (that you demanded proof of the Duchess’s approval when he told you, terrified you’d cause an upset and he thrown out), so he was still thinking about you. Right?

Everything was so confusing with Dianthus, him still seeing you as one of your alleged past lives, but he was kind, funny, smart, loyal, and so beautiful. You’d never thought you could describe a man as beautiful, but you understood after seeing him why people get tricked into the Fairy Realm.

As you climbed into the carriage, sitting down and smoothing out your puffy forest green dress. It had taken you weeks to dye it when you first got the cloth- gathering all the necessary plants and pigments to since you couldn’t pay for proper pigments or pre dyed cloth. You hoped it would still be suited for the event.

Images of rich nobility dressed in reds and purples made your stomach clench. The academics looking over your dress color, something even a low classed peasant could get their hands on with enough dedication and patience, and not even listening to you speak, or answering your questions.

Your nervousness was making your hands shake. When you came in, handing the tall Minotaur Butler the invitation with your name, you suddenly felt very small. The Minotaur looked down at you, his ears flicking back slightly before he lifted the envelope up to read your name.

“Now announcing, Miss Y/N, a… personal guest of the Duchess,” he said, his low, deep voice resonating through the hall.

Several eyes turned to you, and while it took a moment, you found Dianthus in that group. The descent down the stairs seemed take years, but when Dianthus came to you, everything else melted away. Then the jewel, heavy in your pocket, was forgotten. As the night moved on, however, the joy you felt seeing Dianthus first was fading. He kept having to slip off to attend to the Duchess. Despite yourself, jealousy churned your stomach. She laughed with him, and touched him so casually you felt like you’d upend your lunch.

You sat by yourself, tucked in a corner away as Dianthus adjusted the necklace around the Duchess’s neck, whispering something to him that made the Fey’s face nearly split in half from smiling. He must have feelings for her. He had to… after all, what would a Fey want with someone as plain as you, when there was a Duchess at his fingertips?

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Reincarnated Love: Part Three

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When the knight invited you inside, you couldn’t help but side eye the Orc that was standing a bit further off from them. His thick brows were pulled down in a glare, with his large arms folded over his barrel like chest. He could crush you in his bare hands if he wanted.

You swallowed hard before scampering off after the knight that said he’d take you to the Duchess’ office which is where Dianthus tended to spend his time when he wasn’t otherwise occupied. The night before, he had mentioned being friends with and working for a Duchess, but the idea of having to meet a noble just to see the Fey again was daunting.

When you were brought into the study, you sat across from the empty desk. The knight muttered something about how the Duchess would be there soon and that her “little fey pet” should be there. Before you could respond, the knight left.

You fidgeted with your hands, staring at the pendant Dianthus had given you the night before. You were starting to feel stupid. Why would a Fey like him be interested in someone like you?

Just as you stood up, the door behind you opened, and Dianthus came fluttering in. His dragon fly like wings were fluttering behind him, letting him glide a few inches off the floor as he darted over to you, a wide smile stretching is too wide mouth even more across his face.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him and slightly into the air as well.

“H-Hi Dianthus,” you murmured, your face flushing bright red. “I just stopped by to see you…”

“I’m so glad you did,” he said, his eyes practically glowing as he spun you around. “I missed you so much. I thought you’d never want to see me again.”

“You missed me?” you repeated with shock lacing your tone. “I stormed out…”

“I know, I know, but you’re here now, right?” he spun you around, holding you even tighter to his lean body before peppering the top of your head and forehead with kisses. “Goddess, it feels so good to hold you again. It’s been centuries.”

A blush started to color your cheeks again at his words. He really did think you were his love reincarnated. A stunning Fey like him wanted a plain, academic human like you. It was flattering but also astounding. Never in your life would you have imagined his interest. Or of anyone like him.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbled against your hair, running one hand down your waist and hips while using the other to keep you secure against him so you don’t fall. “And smell so good.”

A nervous giggle escaped your lips as he finally settled you both on the floor, that too wide grin painted on his too wide mouth still firmly planted on his face. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you finally admitted.

That made him basically beam with excitement as he interlaced his elongated, slender fingers with yours. “Then let’s go somewhere more private to talk, hm?”

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Reincarnated Love: Part Five

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You stared at Dianthus for several seconds, watching his wings flit excitedly behind him. Obviously, he thought the idea of you eating Fey food so you could never leave him was an excellent idea. You on the other hand felt a knot forming in your stomach. You realized you had to be careful around him. He meant it when he said that he was never going to lose you again.

“I don’t want that,” you said, your voice shaking just a hair.

The smile on his face fell into a frown. His too large mouth downturned, his small nose crinkled in an annoyed sneer. “What do you mean you don’t want that? You love me. We belong together. I can’t lose you for another 300 years!”

“I made a mistake coming here,” you said, your hands shaking as you took a step towards the door. All the warnings about Fey and their tricks, their manipulations. A lump was forming in your throat. “I’ll… I’ll see you later.”

“No, no please,” Dianthus fluttered over to the door, partially blocking it. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. It’s just, now that I’ve found you, I can’t let you go again.”

“You made a mistake. I don’t know you. I’m not the reincarnation of your dead lover, okay?” you snapped, fear making your voice tight, mind racing with how easily he could keep you here. Would anyone even notice you were gone?

“I… I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said softly, stepping away from the door. He blinked rapidly for a moment, as if blinking back tears. “It’s just been so long, and I just… I love you so much. You always refused the fey food. You always said that we’d figure something else out, but we didn’t, and you died,” his voice cracked on the last word, the tears brimming in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for scaring you. Don’t leave me. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“Dianthus,” you said softly, seeing the panic on his face at the idea of losing you. His lean frame encompassed you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he buried his face in your neck, sinking to his knees.

“Don’t leave me,” he repeated softly, nuzzling into your neck like a cat, his ears twitching. “I won’t bring it up again… for awhile.”

The way he added that at the end made you chuckle softly. “Only for awhile?”

He sniffled, looking up at you with wet eyes, like a puppy. His lower lip jutted out as his ears drooped more. “I don’t want you to leave me again, but I don’t want to scare you. I won’t bring it up until I think you’re ready.”

“At least you’re being honest,” you sighed, running your fingers through his hair. “Okay, okay fine.”

The too wide smile from his too wide mouth immediately sprang up again as he grabbed you up in his arms, barely touching the floor as he spun you around. “I love you so much. I can’t wait to get to fall in love with this version of you too.”