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My Fearie Academia

Fearie AU

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

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contains: Once upon a time, there was a world full of winged creatures called fearies, where each one had to attend a magical place called fearie academia, where they get their element and a role in their forest society.

You came to the fearie school from your village far away, deep in the forests of the continent of Evelen. The academy was purely magical, build in and between trees with magical force. Time for the element ceremony.

Katsuki Bakugo

Once she arrived at the hall where the element ceremony takes place she was welcomed by all types of magical creatures, running and/or flying around the hall, along with a small crowd of people standing by something that shined, making the whole tree's insides light. She headed straight to the crowd, walking through. The stage was occupied by an oracle - immortal lady of immortal beauty, carrying as long living as her own self truth. Truth being the same thing that created her kind - fearies. The part of the moon and sun that came combained to earth creating the gift for mother nature, her own little helpers with beautiful moon wings and sun elements. Because yes. The fire was first element of fearies. The most noble and wanted one. Not many got it.

But she surely noticed who yearned this status.

A blonde boy, that stood in first row, wearing leaf tank top and hay shorts that were made only in the capital, he must live near academy - or at least so she thought.

She herself came from far away, so who she is to judge?

As the ceremony begun the boy striked first to be given an element, he looked so self confident she admired him, she wanted to be as confident of herself one day too.

As he placed his reddish wings to the touch of the oracle her eyes light up. He looked almost cold and uninteressted through it all. So nonchalant it cut the air

Or maybe she's just amazed? She'd like to think it's the first thing though...

"The sun gave you it's impulsiveness, yet moon tries hard to tone it down with growth... The air of your soul is like mountain wind and summer breeze... Great things are ahead of you... It's rare.. Be cautious my boy" The moon spoke through the woman. Wind. Air. She started to stressout. She was sure he'd be a fire, and if she can't be sure then.. what will she be?

It was getting unbelievable. His name was everywhere. The chosen by the prophesy. Not only he was good at everything, he also trained really hard to actually be better and didn't stop at what he had.

Result? She admired him and whenever she thought she'd get close to his level he came back and shown her that she already fell behind even more.

Infurriating. Hot as hell too.

Their first interaction was as unexpected as her element. While training their hiding skills she slipped from a tree and almost failed, but he blew a bit of wind to carry her back up before their teacher noticed, she was about to thank him, but he raised his eyebrow and looked at her like she's an idiot. Well maybe she didn't really think now. Wonder why.

It felt like jackpot. Herbs class felt like jackpot. Why? She got paired up with him, and not only that. She finally found a thing she was better at than him. Yea maybe only because he's alergic, but so what? It counts!

They flew through field, looking for herbs for their project, he was silent, and she? Well. She was sweating.

Come on dude is hot alright, I mean who wouldn't.

,,Oi, isn't this the shit we're here for?"

Yes. You're thinking 100% right, those were the first words he spoke out to her.

Better something than nothing, right?...

Who would've thought that this guy starts to be friends with fire element boys?

Everyone? Good.

Well he did- but what was actually shocking was that they adopted her to the group too. To talk? no, she never spoke to them before classes.

But every project came up with an invitation and looks from all of them.

But why and who decided to invite her?

,,You're doing it wrong" Katsuki's voice could be heard, they didn't know when, but they started hanging out during their duties. Both were content with it so who cares.

,,there's no right or wrong when you fix a ferret's bed" He recieved a pout and look from her, that surprisingly - or rather not - met with a blow of wind with hay and a smirk of pretty, straight teeth.

Was it surprising to see that he asked her for flower stargazing? Not really, everyone expected it. Maybe she didn't. But who cares?

They have worse problems now.

The flower closed and doesn't want to let them out no matter how much they tickle it!

,,Be sure I'm picking you and telling the teacher I mistaken you for a herb" Katsuki told the flower which recieved a gasp from her.

,,You're cruel! Don't say that!"

She said quickly, annoyed with the comment as she hugged the flower's pettal from the inside and tried to tickle it

,,please let us out?"

She whined despreately, but it gave her nothing, and Bakugo wasn't even helping! He laid down and started playing some song on a strand of grass, visibly happy that this exact flower had no alergic pollen.

,,Ah come on!"

She tried to fly through the petals but she just bounced off of them and ended up laying next to him, making him laugh ,, Not funny.."

Yea, it was hella funny to him.

But he decided to get her happier and stop pouting. With a kiss. And a promise.

And the flower's giggle.

[lioknowsdraw]

Blue stars running on my forest

[burdnurd]

Trying new stuff

[childoftherohirrim]

🌲🌳🍂Morning ride 🍂🌳🌲

[staytinyville]

Read New Story!!

There was a time when mythical creatures had roamed the earth. When they ruled the land and lived in harmony with each other and the humans. However, when all the creatures began to fight over differences, things began to change. The creatures began to repress their abilities or get rid of them all together. Come modern day times, creatures of old were considered humans with special characteristics that made them stand out. There was nothing special about the world, but somehow there was still something magical.

Lucero 'Luz' Molina was just trying to finish university to become a psychiatrist. Meeting the eldest Prince of Odacia was not on her agenda nor was making a deal with him.

She decided to leave her family and move to the capital hoping things would be easy, with the prince saying she wasn't a prisoner in his home. But then again going into the home of a long ago descended vampire family wasn't going to be easy.

Maybe to the Dracon family, dealing with someone who wanted them dead was the norm. But there is a lot more to the story than someone wanting to over throw the royal family. A much larger threat hiding behind false smiles.

Twin Flames - WELCOME

Read WELCOME from the story Twin Flames by kaygarza (Kayla) with 20 reads. worldbuilding, teenromance, witchcraft. Hell...

[oneshoulderangel]

Whoops, you seem to have stubbled into the Fey realm of the Spring King. Now you must: Solve his riddle, play his game, or beat his human warrior wife in single combat. The choice is yours. (I’d go with the warrior wife, if you fight well she’ll make her husband give you a cool magical item.)

I need to hold myself back from drawing the rest of the seasons. This is why I haven’t been posting as much arthurian art. I spent all my time on this. I have very few regrets.

[spiritsandstaircases]

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘

The 𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘 are willowy creatures with flowing vines that slither across their bodies, they moving of their own volition and drawing delicate paintings across the girls’ skin. It is said that the movement of these markings is reminiscent of rustling leaves, but most interesting is their intoxicating scene of sugary sweets. As former mortals, the 𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘 understand well the pain of loss since most had no choice in their transformation, thus many turn to them for comfort so they too can become devoid of attachment.

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Transport Yourself into Fearie Land: book recs

The Hum and the Shiver by Alex Bledsoe

No one knows where the Tufa came from, or how they ended up in the Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee, yet when the first Europeans arrived, they were already there. Dark-haired, enigmatic, and suspicious of outsiders, the Tufa live quiet lives in the hills and valleys of Cloud County. While their origins may be lost to history, there are clues in their music, hints of their true nature buried in the songs they have passed down for generations. Private Bronwyn Hyatt returns from Iraq wounded in body and in spirit, only to face the very things that drove her away in the first place: her family, her obligations to the Tufa, and her dangerous ex-boyfriend. But more trouble lurks in the mountains and hollows of her childhood home. Cryptic omens warn of impending tragedy, and a restless "haint" lurks nearby, waiting to reveal Bronwyn's darkest secrets. Worst of all, Bronwyn has lost touch with the music that was once a vital part of her identity. With death stalking her family, Bronwyn will need to summon the strength to take her place among the true Tufa and once again fly on the night winds…

The Stolen Child by Keith Donohue

Inspired by the W.B. Yeats poem that tempts a child from home to the waters and the wild, The Stolen Child is a modern fairy tale narrated by the child Henry Day and his double. On a summer night, Henry Day runs away from home and hides in a hollow tree. There he is taken by the changelings—an unaging tribe of wild children who live in darkness and in secret. They spirit him away, name him Aniday, and make him one of their own. Stuck forever as a child, Aniday grows in spirit, struggling to remember the life and family he left behind. He also seeks to understand and fit in this shadow land, as modern life encroaches upon both myth and nature. In his place, the changelings leave a double, a boy who steals Henry’s life in the world. This new Henry Day must adjust to a modern culture while hiding his true identity from the Day family. But he can’t hide his extraordinary talent for the piano (a skill the true Henry never displayed), and his dazzling performances prompt his father to suspect that the son he has raised is an imposter. As he ages the new Henry Day becomes haunted by vague but persistent memories of life in another time and place, of a German piano teacher and his prodigy. Of a time when he, too, had been a stolen child. Both Henry and Aniday obsessively search for who they once were before they changed places in the world. The Stolen Child is a classic tale of leaving childhood and the search for identity. With just the right mix of fantasy and realism, Keith Donohue has created a bedtime story for adults and a literary fable of remarkable depth and strange delights.

The Last Days of Magic by Mark Tompkins

What became of magic in the world? Who needed to do away with it, and for what reasons? Drawing on myth, legend, fairy tales, and Biblical mysteries, The Last Days of Magic brilliantly imagines answers to these questions, sweeping us back to a world where humans and magical beings co-exist as they had for centuries. Aisling, a goddess in human form, was born to rule both domains and—with her twin, Anya—unite the Celts with the powerful faeries of the Middle Kingdom. But within medieval Ireland interests are divided, and far from its shores greater forces are mustering. Both England and Rome have a stake in driving magic from the Emerald Isle. Jordan, the Vatican commander tasked with vanquishing the remnants of otherworldly creatures from a disenchanted Europe, has built a career on such plots. But increasingly he finds himself torn between duty and his desire to understand the magic that has been forbidden. As kings prepare, exorcists gather, and divisions widen between the warring clans of Ireland, Aisling and Jordan must come to terms with powers given and withheld, while a world that can still foster magic hangs in the balance. Loyalties are tested, betrayals sown, and the coming war will have repercussions that ripple centuries later, in today’s world—and in particular for a young graduate student named Sara Hill. The Last Days of Magic introduces us to unforgettable characters who grapple with quests for power, human frailty, and the longing for knowledge that has been made taboo. Mark Tompkins has crafted a remarkable tale—a feat of world-building that poses astonishing and resonant answers to epic questions.

Some Kind of Fairy Tale by Graham Joyce

It is Christmas afternoon and Peter Martin gets an unexpected phone call from his parents, asking him to come round. It pulls him away from his wife and children and into a bewildering mystery. He arrives at his parents house and discovers that they have a visitor. His sister Tara. Not so unusual you might think, this is Christmas after all, a time when families get together. But twenty years ago Tara took a walk into the woods and never came back and as the years have gone by with no word from her the family have, unspoken, assumed that she was dead. Now she's back, tired, dirty, disheveled, but happy and full of stories about twenty years spent traveling the world, an epic odyssey taken on a whim. But her stories don't quite hang together and once she has cleaned herself up and got some sleep it becomes apparent that the intervening years have been very kind to Tara. She really does look no different from the young woman who walked out the door twenty years ago. Peter's parents are just delighted to have their little girl back, but Peter and his best friend Richie, Tara's one time boyfriend, are not so sure. Tara seems happy enough but there is something about her. A haunted, otherworldly quality. Some would say it's as if she's off with the fairies. And as the months go by Peter begins to suspect that the woods around their homes are not finished with Tara and his family...