Ace listened to his Queen’s speach, lingering at the edge of the room as he so often did. Silent. Stoic. An ever present yet invisible figure in the Queen’s life. His stormy golden eyes stared straight at her, as if piercing into her very soul. But he said nothing as she spoke. Letting her dream uninterrupted.
His own eyes turned to the window.
“What will you do now?” His words were simple, but held so much weight to them. What would she do about the seasons, how would she unite the fairies? How would she react knowing her other wing was once again in arms reach. Would she fly to him? So many questions, but did he really want the answers?”
She turned her attention to him, surprise && confussion drawn upon her blue eyes, as if she hadn't realised that she was speaking out loud where the sparrow man could hear her. ❝ Do about what, Ace? ❞ she asked, almost d e f e n s i v e l y. Had he guessed it? Could he possibly be aware of the MESS that was her mind right then?
Because it was a mess. She had expected to feel... happiness, bliss at last? None of them had come, at least not for too long after Tinker Bell && her sister's doings had resulted in the two halfs of Pixie Hollow no longer being separated. Instead, all she had realised was how much she had changed from the day when she had divided the Hollow. After Milori had had his wing broken. And how much her feelings had changed.
No, he couldn't possibly have guessed that. No one had, and it should stay that way. Ace must be asking about something else, she told herself, shaking her head just slightly in an attempt to clear her thoughts. ❝ If you're asking about the Winter fairies... well, we first ought to make sure that they can cross the border safely, we don't want someone to... well, to break their wings again. Fairy Mary's tinkers are already working on that. And we also must think if we should change the way we bring winter to the mainland now that warm fairies can help as well. It’ll all prove a bigger task than we believe just now... ❞
“Things don’t always go the way we planned.” fastflyingace
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❝ They really don’t, do they ? ❞ she replied absentmindedly, as if l o s t in her own thoughts. Her cheek resting on one hand as the other laid on her lap, the fairy queen’s gaze swept over the seasons of the Hollow. Her voice was s o f t when she spoke again but it did not sound truly UNHAPPY.
❝ All those years wishing, hoping that the cold && the warm sides of Pixie Hollow would be reunited and that so would we… and yet here we are. Who could have guessed back then that things would go T H I S way? ❞
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[ Mun’s choice: based on an old otp prompt which was on my wishlist and which I can’t find anymore: ]
Rescue Me
{ also tagging you here iviojur }
C R A A S H H. The sound of glass crashing on the floor and millions of tiny fragments spreading everywhere around the floor filled the corridors of the Dust Tree, causing its producer to flinch. Just the fraction of a second later, the fairy contained a cry at the pieces tearing into the soles of her bare feet when she took a small step back.
Ree froze; if she stood still, she wouldn’t step on more broken glass. Hands in the air, she looked around and took in her surroundings; transparent fragments that had formerly been a beautiful jar, work of the glass blower fairies, surrounded her now. If not for the fact that she’d now need to clear the mess she’d made, it wouldn’t have been much of a trouble for any fairy who could simply fly over those…
… only there wasn’t a single particle of pixie dust on her wings, she recalled with a groan.
If accidentally dropping a glass jar precisely when you are wearing no shoes and haven’t poured your daily dash of fairy dust isn’t bad luck, she didn’t know could be, the fairy thought miserably, clueless as to how to get out without gaining more wounds. And so Clarion stood, reluctantly accepting that she’d have to wait for any of her assistant fairies to help her out of that uncomfortable situation, before someone found her and took the chance to scold her Majesty for her habit of wandering around barefooted.
That precise someone had, of course, not missed the loud crash coming from the Queen’s chambers and hadn’t wasted a flap of his wings to get there before anyone else did- he was after all the fastest sparrow man of Pixie Hollow. Sharp, golden eyes took in the scene from the entrance — shattered glass everywhere and the fairy standing in the middle as if petrified — and figured out in no time what had happened. A small smirk formed in Ace’s features as he leaned back on the wooden wall.
"Now, this is something you don’t see everyday. High and mighty Queen Clarion, ruler of Never Land’s fairies, Lady of the seasons on the Mainland, completely trapped and helpless because she left behind her slippers as if she were a little child.“
"Don’t mock me, Ace, I didn’t mean to drop this,” she complained. “I could have perfectly overflown this, anyway, I just need some pixie dust.” Clarion lowered her hands and clasped them in an ( possibly failed ) attempt to look at least a bit more dignified.
He raised an eyebrow. “But you don’t have any.”
"I wouldn’t be here if I had, don’t you think?”
"And yet you intented to carry a jar that was probably too heavy for you to Never Land knows where and for what reason of yours.“
"I just wanted to take it to—”
“Without dust? Couldn’t any of your helpers have done it instead, while the Queen occupies herself with her actual duties and not those of others?” He walked a few steps closer to her but still didn’t raise a finger to help her.
Clarion’s glow turned at faint shade of red. “Very well, I learnt the lesson. Don’t carry things around and always bring your pixie dust with you. Will you now help me out of here?” she asked, raising her arms towards him, but she just gained an amused look from the purple-clad sparrow man.
"Half the lesson, you mean. I think I should leave you here for the rest of the day until you realise what I’ve been trying to get into that stubborn head of yours all this time. Why are you really stuck there?“
The shade of red deepened. “Because I’m wearing no shoes.“
"And what do I need to hear before I get you out of here?” Reluctantly, Clarion shighed and lowered her arms, her hands hidden behind the folds of her dress. “Fine. I won’t leave my shoes behind again.” Ace’s smile widened just a little, a gesture invisible but to the most careful watcher and he flew to hover next to her.
"That’s my Queen,“ he said in a voice nowhere as stern as usual. Softly, he helped her to his arms, holding the fairy as carefully as if she too were made of glass, and pressed his lips to her forehead when she threw her arms around him. “Did you get hurt?”
“Only in my pride,” Ree replied, bare feet swinging as Ace carried her away from the circle of shattered pieces. “Were you really going to leave me there all day?” the fairy asked, as if for a moment she had feared he would.
"Perhaps, if that was what it would take to convince you. I mean it when I say that you should be more careful, you keep causing me headaches,“ he claimed with a severe expression, although his eyes betrayed him. He finally allowed himself to glance at his beloved with a softer look and pecked her nose lightly, as if to reassure her. “But since you promised you’d not walk without shoes again, there was no point in keeping you there.”
Ree grinned, mischief gleaming in her blue eyes. “I never promised I wouldn’t walk barefoot. I kept my fingers crossed,” she announced with a proud smile. And before Ace had any time to complain, she had silenced him with a kiss.
“I don’t know what scares me more, the fact that one day you might ask me to leave, or that I love you so much that I would leave immediately to keep you happy.” xoxo fastflyingace
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❝ I’m not asking you to leave. ❞ With her arms around herself in a somewhat defensive manner, Ree looked away. Tempting as it was, she couldn't— she shouldn’t— simply stare into the sparrow man’s golden gaze. Not when she knew the feeling it sparked inside her, an emotion she couldn’t let herself feel.
❝ Never Land knows I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay next to me, always. But I just can’t.❞ The fairy took a deep breath, an attempt to calm down herself as she watched the view from the Dust Tree’s windows. The snowy white forest that marked the beggining of the winter woods could be seen in the distance.
❝I feel so lost, Ace. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore when you are around. ❞
The look in the dragons eyes hardened for a moment. He did not like the question, especially since he had already answered it when she first entered the cave. “There is no one in this cave but I.” He repeated stiffly and offered no explanation to the food and other human luxuries hidden away in the cave.
Feeling somewhat offended by the question, the dragon turned his back to her like a pouting child. “If you are so eager for one of your kind then leave.” He didn’t want her too, he knew it was not only foolish to travel on her own but…he would be lonely without the company.
As frustrating as the woman was, the dragon had found her presence somewhat pleasant. It had been a long time since he had a conversation with anyone, he had forgotten how much he enjoyed it. Perhaps he had even considered her to be somewhat like his own mother, someone kind to dragons. Someone he could grow to call this…’friend’ she spoke of. The dragon longed for an understanding, a confident for his horrible secret.
But it would not be found here.
His tail swished slowly, smoke billowing from his nose in large puffs. He was entertaining himself in the silence, finding the conversation now tedious. The dragon blew puffs of smoke, playing with them in mid air to make shapes. It was an art of storytelling, a silent language of the dragons. They would blow smoke into shapes, transforming the grey puffs into beautiful pictures to express thoughts.
Acelion simply did it for pleasure now.
He created giant wisps of smoke, forming it into a picture of a large mountain that seemed to kiss the sky. It was a maternal memory, one given by his father. It was the homeland of the dragons, a place he had dreamed of but never ventured too. He didn’t leave the cave.
He couldn’t leave the cave.
The dragon’s tail swished as he turned, visibly annoyed, leaving the woman partly confused as to why he did, and partly sad. Lonely as she was, even if he was a dragon—and, admitedly, one whose conversation was proving to be more engaging than she’d have believed—and what she really wished was to be back in the safety of her castle, with the company of her people, the beast’s company was all she would have in a good while. Offending him was not only unfair to his kindness, but also sending her to an even lonelier winter of being trapped away from her home.
She remained sat, hesitating whether she should simply ignore him, and hope that he wasn’t mad at her and would simply talk back to her when he felt like it, or if she should instead apologise for being so tactless. Although, she couldn’t help thinking, it’s not as if I have been mean to him. He can’t expect me to happily sit here and not miss anyone! Clarion wasn’t a particularly proud person, but she did feel slightly offended herself. Minutes passed as the debate inside her mind took place and no words came from either dragon nor Queen.
Her eyes had been fixed on the dephts of the cave, where it became darker and darker—just as her future prospects—and her back was turned to Acelion. And so, she didn’t notice at first the figures of smoke swirling in the air until a scent of ashes reached her and she glanced back, still not to eager to talk first. The delicate images the dragon seemed to play with, to change with apparently no effort, made an impact on her. The beauty of them was enough to have the woman forget her bad mood and simply watch the grey clouds.
Perhaps Acelion had noticed her watching, perhaps not. Either way, she didn’t break the silence until the last figure had faded. ❝That was beautiful,❞ the Queen said in a low voice.
In which Ace and Nyx (name's Nyx Ward by the way) are two cops/detectives (the best of their department) who keep arguing with each other at maximum level and can't help but make each other's life a living hell. For that behind the mask AU.
"He did what?"
Nyx stormed out of the room without even listening to the last words of her coworker. She zipped through the corridors and straight to the office she always tried to keep away from, for her own mental sake and the physical conservation of the building. She knew she wasn't supposed to meet him unless it was a matter of life and death (the chief had been clear last time, one more argument like that one and they both would've had the most exemplar punishment the department had ever seen) but, to be completely honest, it was.
She was going to kill him this time, for she always knew it would be the true end of their story: one would've strangled the other, at last. And she was firmly determined to be the one at his funeral.
"YOU STOLE MY CASE!" She didn't waste time in compliments as she threw the door open and entered the room, finding him sat down at his desk. Really? Was that amusement what she caught in his eyes or was it annoyance? Whatever it was, it made her blood boil even faster. She stumped her palms on the surface of the table, bending slightly towards him, narrowing her eyes. Oh, if only glares could incinerate. "Give. It. Back. Right now."
He didn’t know how long he had been there before Clarion’s presence. Time always seemed so strange to a fast flyer, able to do things at top speed that took others hours to complete. It could have been hours, maybe only moments. He didn’t really care to find out.
Ace didn’t greet the Queen, didn’t flash her a smile or teasingly bowed like he had done so often. His golden eyes stayed fixated on the flower before him, the ache in his chest growing until it was near unbearable. If you looked close enough, you may have seen what looked like tears falling from those steely eyes, but it was impossible to say.
The head talent was silent for a long time, almost as if he hadn’t noticed her presence at all. It felt like hours until he finally spoke.
“I wont apologize.” His leathery voice was gruff with emotion. It was clear that wasn’t what he wanted to say. But he wasn’t wrong. He wouldn’t apologize for striking at the fairy, in fact he would do it again if he had the choice. It wasn’t something Clarion would approve of, but Ace found himself unable to care about that fact.
Silverwind always had this effect on him, drawing such violent and unstable emotions, the ones he desperately tried to seal away. His true unguarded self always came to light at the mention of her name, and it was far more violent than he would want anyone to see.
He kept his composure through every trial of Milori, staying faithfully by Clarion’s side without so much as a crack in his mask. He loved her and hid it, he was angered and he hid it, he was hurt and he hid it. But it was impossible to hide these feelings from Silverwind, the guilt too much for a fairy’s body to handle.
Her name had become a taboo topic arround the Fast Flyers, a single trigger word that could make their training Hell on Neverland for over a week. Thankfully, most fairies were too kind and sympathetic to bring it up, but not everyone had forgotten or forgiven.
Ace hadn’t forgiven himself. He had been visiting her grave a great deal since his ordeal with a Hawk, and though he loved Clarion and would give up anything for her, a single question kept reappearing in his mind.
‘Why didn’t I die with her’
Fists gripped tightly at the dirt of the ground, as if trying to find purchase in a spinning world. “…He was right.” The voice was a whisper, almost inaudible. “…It was my fault. I’m the reason she died. It’s….it’s all my fault.”
Ree sat quietly on the ground by his side, not wishing to break the silence. Partly because she guessed he was needing some time to think on his own, with his thoughts. Otherwise, he’d have been the one to speak to her. And partly because she herself needed to put some order into her own emotions.
She wasn’t as naive as to tell herself that Ace’s reaction didn’t affect her. It did, more than she’d ever admit to him, and it was nowhere in a good way. With every mention of Silverwind, rare as those were, Ace would change completely, a side that was hidden to her for the rest of the time, when she could spot a smile in the usually stern face of the sparrow man. And those smiles were for her, and for her alone, she knew that well. And yet… as selfish as Ree considered herself for feeling that way… she couldn’t help feeling that she’d never, never really have all of Ace’s love for herself. That she’d never truly replace what Silverwind had taken with her, never be more than an imperfect substitute for her.
It was foolish to think that way, wasn’t it? She kept telling herself the same whenever that insecurity arose, reminded herself that she was being selfish, jealous, and had no right to be so. Even less with what they’d been through with their relationship, all the time she’d had Ace think her heart was never to be his. Who was her to complain now or ever? It was not what Ace needed her to do, nor did he deserve to put up with a hurt, childish fairy just because she feared that he’d always love Silverwind more than her. That he’d choose Silverwind over her if he were given the chance.
Ace didn’t need that now. He needed her support, and she’d give it to him, no matter how she felt.
❝We’ll see about that tomorrow. When everyone has cooled down, including you,❞ she pointed out. ❝Now’s not the time to talk about it.❞ She found his hand and took it from the ground, noticing the red marks on his skin. Even if they were much less than the other fairy’s, he too had received some wounds. Physically and morally.
❝We’ve already talked about this many times. You weren’t responsible for what happened to Silverwind. Only you believe that. And I doubt she’ll want you to live eternally mourning her by accusing yourself.❞
Send a ” ✖” for my muse’s reaction to yours getting into a bar fight.fastflyingace
“Ace, don’t—just leave it be!” Trying to grab his arm and hold him back didn’t have the slightest effect on him, furious as he was. In such a state, it seemed that he wouldn’t even listen to her words, but rather those of the ones standing in front of him. “Don’t listen to it, it’s not worth—!”
