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yes this is your daily reminder that i love @nycwizard with all my heart

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nycwizard replied to your post :

half of him wants to give her the warm cuddles she desires, but the other...much stronger half...really just wants to mess with her for a minute. >:)c

Her eyes light up at the sight of him, completely unaware of whatever devious thing he’s planning. You still have a chance to back out of this, Sorcy. There is still time to simply cuddle with her and be peppered in kisses, no strings attached.

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nycwizard replied to your post :

tosses head back and GUFFAWS

“I’m glad you’re finding this so amusing, witch boy.”

[nycfae]

       the impossible love between a fairy and a sorcerer

                   PIXIGIRL                                    THE SORCERER

                       ( written by lily )              ( art credit )              ( written by prince )

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@nycwizard & @witchedred are you guys READY FOR THIS

based on this post and this post because i love suffering

She supposed she’d simply gotten too careless—going out more often than she needed to, fighting monsters with more reckless abandon the last few months, treating spats with Cherry like they were games—thinking back on it, it’s a wonder she even lasted this long. The cold iron binding her hands behind her back practically chewed into Pixi’s skin, draining her magic and preventing her escape. Eventually, she would revert back into her normal form, but the witch must have counted on that; Pixi’s magic was slowly getting weaker, but at a sluggish pace. If she suddenly changed back, there would be an opportunity to slip away, and she knew Cherry would never allow that to happen.

The pixie had never been inside her enemy’s metaphorical castle before. She knew Mama Witch had a base of operations somewhere in New York, but it was no doubt guarded by glamour and hidden from anyone who might stumble in, human or otherwise. Pixi could feel the magic of the place pushing at her from all angles—she was pixie, she was enemy, she did not belong, and every room they passed through seemed all-too-happy to remind her. It felt like she was being squeezed all over, and not in a good way; as if she was stuck in the hand of a spiteful being that wanted to make it very clear it could crush her at any moment. 

Her hair was hanging over her face in messy strands, and there were scratches and cuts running all up and down her body—Cherry had really gone to town, and with the cold iron preventing her from healing, Pixi’s breath was ragged. She could vaguely hear Cherry gloating or threatening her into walking forward, but the words sounded fuzzy; Pixi’s vision was getting blurry, and she couldn’t tell if it was due to her exhaustion and injuries or if she’d started crying.

The thought was sharp in her mind, one of the first truly clear ideas since she’d been captured, and Pixi blinked hard, willing tears away. She was not going to cry. She was going to hold out and remain strong, no matter what they did to her. She was going to get out of here eventually and find the Sorcerer and they would run away together, just like they’d always talked about while stargazing and listening to each other’s heartbeats.

Oh...the Sorcerer. He was probably going out of his mind with worry, and for that, Pixi felt bad. She didn’t want to cause him any sadness, and wished there was some way to contact him one last time. Pixi didn’t want him to try and find her—that would expose him, and then he would be in trouble right alongside with her. She may be the enemy, but he was a wizard; if they found out about him, he would be accused of treason. 

She would be strong, and she would escape and they would be together. Pixi held on to that, repeating it in her head like a mantra keeping her sane, and for the first time in that house she felt determined. There was even a small smile on her face by the time she and Cherry reached the last room, and when the redheaded witch opened the door Pixi held herself high...

Only to see the Sorcerer standing in the middle of the room, next to a checkerboard-patterned table and a squat, purple woman she knew instinctively was Mama Witch. 

Pixi felt like the breath had been knocked out of her. Her first immediate thought was oh, gods, they caught him too, please no...but the more she looked at him, the more she could process. He was not bound and injured like she was, he stood tall and impassive and there was a sense of familiarity with how he stood next to Pixi’s sworn enemy, and...

In that instant, the entire situation became painfully clear to Pixi. Cherry shoved her to her knees, but Pixi didn’t think she’d have been able to remain standing anyway, gaze locked on the boy. Cherry waltzed forward, a proud smirk on her face, and stood by the two of them, looking down at their captured pixie. A family portrait of witches right in front of her. Mother, daughter, and...

Son.

She couldn’t breathe. He was...the Sorcerer was Mama Witch’s son. Cherry’s brother. All her memories of their time together suddenly seemed warped, like she was really seeing them for the first time...the way he would always seem antsy when talking about Cherry, or have to leave unexpectedly for seemingly no reason...Pixi always thought it was just because he was a wizard, because they had to be careful or risk others finding out about them. Every single term of endearment he had ever used sounded sour in her ears, promises of a new world together falling flat, so much that she could hear them shatter, until she could feel the tears coming back.

Pixi could hear them speaking, but it felt like she was underwater. She’d been so stupid. Not only did she fall in love with a sorcerer, but it had to be Mama Witch’s son—her sworn enemy, the most powerful magic user in New York City who wanted her head on a platter. Who knew how much of his ‘love’ had been a trick, a way to lure her in and capture her in order to earn his mother’s favor? Her head dropped; everything suddenly felt so heavy. Her body, the cold iron around her wrists, everything...

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her entire body wracked with silent sobs, and she could feel tears running down her cheeks, the salty taste hitting her tongue and burning in her eyes. 

Everything...had been a lie...

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ship aesthetic [ 1/? ] : pixi / sorcerer — impossible love

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❝ she was the sun. he was the moon. the distance took a toll, the timing hindered their potential, and their differences collided. you see, their paths rarely crossed. but when they did, they could not get enough of each other. ❞

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“Oh, darling. I’m just teasing.”

tangled starters

“Mmph…‘s not funny…” Still, even despite that, she’s still buried her face in his chest, arms wrapped around him like she’ll never let go. Pixi can feel his fingers carefully undoing her ponytail and running through her locks, and she hums, eyes drifting shut. “‘N if you think I’m just gonna immediately forgive you…because I love you and missed you or somethin’…you’ve got another thing comin’, buster.”

She’s already forgiven him. Of course. How could she stay mad at the Sorcerer for long? Fae may be an emotional species, but it’s never easy to hang onto her annoyance, especially when he’s been away for such a long time. 

Still. It’s the principle of the thing. “You getting hurt…it’s not funny, Sorcy. I worry about you…so much when you’re gone.” Part of her wants to lift her head and look him in the eyes, because this is important, but the majority doesn’t want to leave from where she’s huddled against his chest, listening to the beautiful thump-thump of his heartbeat. Her voice is small. “What if something happened to you? I’d have no way of knowing. And that terrifies me.” 

Finally, finally she looks up, and stares into his galaxy-blue eyes. A white-gloved hand reaches upwards and cups his cheek, and she sighs. “Promise me you’ll be careful? Just…say it, please?” It would make her feel better, even if it’s a promise that will inevitably be broken. His work ( whatever it is, she still doesn’t know specifics ) is dangerous. Just as their lives are dangerous. She presses her cheek back against his chest.

“I don’t….I don’t know what I’d do if you…”

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[nycfae]

dips in for a kiss! and another. okay, one more! oh no, he can't stop! he's been cursed (blessed?) to forever smooch his girlfriend over every inch of her adorable face!

She wants to smooch him back with equal fervor, but she’s ticklish, Sorcy, you know this. That was probably part of his dastardly plan all along—completely incapacitate her with kisses until she’s just a giggling mess. It’s already gotten to the point where her laughter doesn’t quite sound like laughter anymore, but a mixture of tittering and jingling bells. And maybe a snort, here and there, but she will deny that part until her dying day. 

“No—no fair!” Pixi manages in-between kisses and giggles. “Why do you get to do all the kissing? I wanna kiss you too!” In fact, once there’s even the smallest of pauses, she raises her hands and cups his face. The Sorcerer still has her in a dip, but she trusts him with her life; he’d never drop her. Carefully running a thumb across his cheek, she grins and him and leans upward, catching his lips in a passionate kiss. It’s not nearly as bubbly as his smooches all over her face had been, but just you watch, Sorcy—now that she’s knocked your socks of with that, she’s gonna return the favor in full. 

Already, she’s peppering kisses of her own back onto him, in every single place he’d managed. His cheeks, his nose, his forehead, where his mask met his skin: absolutely no part of his beautiful face was safe from her onslaught of kisses. 

After what feels like forever, she finally leans back, still caught and completely safe in his hold. “I missed you too, darling.” 

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