more guys for my Guy world... the Grace inspo is clear i promise im gonna change him (also still on the fence of justices' name...probably leaning to just calling him mercy)
Stealing from wizards is kinda really fucking stupid, but also wizards’ stuff is always cool as hell, so as long as you can get in and then get out again without getting turned into a rat, or a slime, or something equally as unpleasant then it kind of balances out.
Sprite isn’t exactly in the business of stealing from wizards, except when he is. And right now he’s in the is, because he’s looking for something specific and what else is he gonna do, just buy it?
That would be ridiculous. Sprite never buys things he can steal.
And anyway, there’s not really any danger in this particular situation. He has it on very good authority that the wizard who lives in the tower he’s currently midway through breaking into is a very, very long way away right now, and so as long as he doesn’t walk into any magical traps like some sort of amateur then he’ll be fine.
Which he doesn’t. Because he’s not some sort of amateur, and this is not the first wizard’s tower he’s broken into.
And, okay. Sure he’s here for a reason, but breaking into wizard’s towers is fun. They’re all set up kind of the same way, with the important bits at the top (or the bottom, sometimes, if the wizard in question is particularly fond of caves), and the staircase is always full of traps, and if you poke your head into any rooms off the staircase you’re liable to get it bitten off. Or to inhale some sort of funny gas. Or to see the kind of thing that will scar you for the rest of your life.
So, maybe Sprite has a bit of a warped idea of fun. He thinks it’s fun, at least.
He makes it all the way to the top without getting exploded or set on fire or turned into something nasty, and pushes the heavy wooden door open, looking around.
This room is a little smaller than the ones he’s used to, but set up mostly the same. Desk in the centre, shelves on the walls. Ugly, patterned rug on the floor
Sometimes he wonders if wizards are all part of some weird subspecies which happen to be partial to ugly rugs. The way dragons all hoard gold, or something.
Anyway. That’s not what he’s here for. He’s pretty sure the wizard would be more angry if he stole the rug than the magical object he’s actually here for.
He’s not entirely sure where the object would be, though. That’s the one major difference between all the wizard towers he’s broken into, none of them have the same organization system. Most of them don’t seem to have any organization at all.
Still. He’s determined.
He flicks over the shelves, and then through a cabinet full of spell papers, and then moves onto the desk.
It’s mostly covered in papers, which is pretty typical but also pretty annoying. There’s every chance what he’s looking for is under the papers somewhere.
There are a few other things on the desk, too. A scrying ball (typical), and a funny looking iron cage that distracts him for a moment.
It’s a dust collector, he realises, after a moment. Fairy dust, specifically, because everything in a wizard’s tower collects the regular sort, he’s pretty sure. This one specifically is one of the old, archaic sorts which he isn’t even sure are legal anymore.
It’s just an iron cage with a mesh floor and a collector beneath it. The idea, or what Sprite is pretty sure the idea is, is that whatever unfortunate pixie you put in there has to stay airborne as much as possible or else burn their feet. And in theory flying pixies produce more fairy dust. Works great until the pixie runs out of energy and dies a slow, painful death against the iron of the cage.
Lovely.
Sprite leans down a little to see into the cage and finds that the pixie in this particular one already seems to have succumbed to that fate. He’s laying on the floor of the cage, and doesn’t seem to be moving.
Unfortunate.
It’s kinda soured the whole experience of breaking into this place, actually. Sure, Sprite isn’t exactly a good person, but he’s not cruel for the sake of it. And he doesn’t like people who are.
He unscrews the lid of the cage anyway, reaching in to carefully pick the pixie up. Dead or not, it seems unfair to leave him in there.
Sprite nearly drops him again when he moves, startled. Maybe not as dead as he’d thought.
He does drop him when he bites him, and then nearly slams his hand into the desk catching him again. He can hear him cursing faintly, wings fluttering, though they’re too tattered to actually get him airborne.
It’s a close thing, but Sprite does manage to catch him, lifting him up so he can look at him properly. “That was a dick move.”
To be fair, he feels for the guy. He looks like shit, burns covering the whole side of his body where he was laying against the floor of the cage.
“Yeah, well,” he says, struggling to sit up in Sprite’s hand. His voice is very faint, and somewhat scratchy. “Thought you were someone else.” He eyes Sprite for a moment, suspicious. “The fuck are you?”
“Sprite.” Sprite gives him a mock salute with his free hand. “I’m robbing the place.”
“Ah,” the pixie tells him. “In that case, carry on.”
“Thanks.”
The pixie nods. “I’m Mercy. By the way.”
“Good to meet you.”
The pixie – Mercy – gives him a crooked smile. “Yeah. You too.”
Sprite pauses for a moment, looking around. He really needs to find what he was looking for and get out of here, but he’s not sure what he’s going to do with Mercy in that time. He’s pretty sure hey, can I put you in my pocket for a few minutes is kind of rude, but given as he doesn’t really have any other ideas that’s what he says.
Mercy blinks at him for a moment and then shrugs. “Sure. As long as there’s nothing sticky in there.”
Sprite’s pretty sure he’s got at least one empty pocket, but he checks anyway. There’s a handkerchief in one of them, but it’s clean (and stolen), and he figures Mercy won’t mind.
“Nothing sticky, I promise.”
Mercy nods, and Sprite shifts his hand down to his waist so Mercy can climb into his pocket. He can feel him wriggling around in there for a moment (which feels weird as hell), but then he settles and goes still.
Sprite’s just gonna have to remember he’s in there, and not walk into anything.
It doesn’t take him long to find what he’s here for. It’s just shoved haphazard into one of the desk drawers. Sprite takes it and shoves it with equal care into his pocket.
Getting out is a lot easier than getting in, as always. He goes out a window, bypassing all of the traps in the process.
Technically he could get in through a window too, but it’s a lot more complicated to get a rope to the top of the tower if he’s on the ground. And not nearly so much fun.
Mercy’s quiet the whole time he’s getting down, and for a good while after that. Sprite keeps having to resist the urge to shove his hands in his pockets.
It’s not until he’s back at camp that Mercy starts wriggling around again, eventually poking his head out of Sprite’s pocket. His hair seems to be in more of a state than it had been before, and he’s running his fingers through it, clearly somewhat annoyed.
“Is this where you’re living?” he asks, when he notices Sprite looking at him.
“For the time being,” Sprite tells him, sitting down (carefully) by the embers of the fire.
Mercy wriggles out of his pocket, wings fluttering weakly, and climbs down to sit beside him. He’s still entirely naked, but he doesn’t seem to care and so Sprite just kind of pretends he hasn’t noticed.
“I appreciate you bringing me with you,” Mercy tells him, laying back on the grass and resting his head on one arm. He’s keeping the other (the burnt one) close to his side.
“I thought you were dead,” Sprite says, and Mercy tips his head a little, raising a tiny eyebrow at him.
“What were you planning to do with my body? Nothing salacious, I hope.”
Sprite rolls his eyes. “Oh, yeah. Many strange and unethical things.”
Mercy laughs, quiet and tinkly. If there’s one thing to be said about pixies, it’s that they’re exactly as pretty and musical as everyone says. “Is that why you dropped me?”
“I dropped you because you bit me.”
“I did do that,” Mercy agrees. “I thought you were the piece of shit who put me in that cage.”
“Nope,” Sprite tells him. “I’m just the piece of shit who got you out.”
“As long as I’m not going back in another cage I have no objections,” Mercy says. “You could be a murderer, for all I care.”
Sprite laughs. “Well, that’s good to know.”
He sticks his hands into his pockets, just for something to do with them, and finds the pocket Mercy had been travelling in is full of fairy dust. Which on the one hand, makes this the most expensive jacket in the world. But right now it mostly just means that pocket is uncomfortable to put his hand in.
He pulls his hand out again, pulling a face and doing his best to shake it off. Mercy looks over and laughs, tipping his head back.
“You’re welcome,” he says, once he’s finished laughing himself sick at Sprite trying to get rid of the dust. It’s not working, leaving a thin glittery layer all over his fingers.
“I’d be more appreciative if I thought it was ever coming out of this jacket.”
“It won’t,” Mercy says, rather gleeful.
Sprite pulls a face. “Great.”
“You should be grateful. That shit’s expensive.”
“Great. Guess I have the world’s most valuable jacket. Shame I’m not planning on selling it.”
He’s not actually mad. He can definitely make money off the lining of dust in his pocket, and the glittery sheen is actually pretty cool. But Mercy seems to find it hilarious, so he’s a little salty about it, maybe.
He manages to get most of the dust off his hand, wiping it on the grass, and in the process remembers that he’s supposed to be lighting the fire. He gets up, somewhat reluctantly, and goes over to his small pile of firewood. He’s so glad he remembered to collect some before he went, because half the time he forgets.
The fire doesn’t take long to crackle back into life. It was still pretty hot, so it only takes a little encouragement.
Mercy stays mostly quiet while he’s lighting it, except to laugh at Sprite when he nearly burns himself.
He does crawl closer once it’s lit, though, stretching his tiny hands out towards it. He is still naked, and it’s not exactly warm out here.
They sit in silence for a few minutes, while Mercy gets warmed up. He keeps shifting closer to the fire.
Wizards are usually total shitbags, but it takes a special kind of shitbag to just abandon someone to die like that. If he hadn’t been killed by the iron of the cage he would likely have starved to death, and either would have been pretty horrible.
“You want a snack?” Sprite asks, rather than expressing any sort of sympathy.
Mercy snorts, looking over at him. “Pretty sure any snack you have would be a whole meal for me.”
Sprite rolls his eyes. “Do you want something to eat or not?”
“I could eat,” Mercy agrees. Sprite pulls himself to his feet and goes over to his bag.
He’s not really sure what pixies actually eat, but he finds an apple and brings it back over to the fire.
“Can you eat this?”
Mercy gives him a deeply unimpressed look. “Can I eat an apple?”
“You’re such a dick,” Sprite tells him, and gives it to him.
He probably should have cut it before giving it to him, actually, but it’s a bit late for that now. Mercy doesn’t ask him to and so he doesn’t offer either. Watching him do his best to eat it is also kinda funny, and Sprite never claimed not to be a dick.
He doesn’t eat all of it, but Sprite didn’t really expect him to. It’s like half the size that he is.
“Thanks,” Mercy tells him, after a long moment of silence.
Sprite shrugs. “Yeah, no problem.”
“Can I pay you back somehow?”
“For the apple?”
Mercy rolls his eyes. “For saving me.”
Sprite shrugs again. He’s kind of tempted by the offer, actually, except he doesn’t really know what he’d ask for. He’s already got a pocket full of fairy dust. “How?”
He’s more than aware the noble thing to do would be to tell him no, of course not, I just did it out of the goodness of my heart. But he’s never claimed to be noble.
Mercy regards him for a moment. “Could suck your dick.”
Sprite stares at him. “What?”
Mercy shrugs, giving him a lopsided smile. “You heard me.”
“I’m pretty sure my dick is bigger than you are.”
Mercy snorts. “I’m dedicated.”
Sprite really, really wants to take him up on that. If only to find out if he actually can. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
This is, objectively, kind of a shitty thing to do. The guy’s still hurt, and also fucking tiny, and agreeing to fuck him (even in the loosest sense of the word) is kind of a dick move.
Sprite’s never claimed to be a good person. And even if he had, he’s pretty sure all the blood in his body has gone south, thinking about Mercy’s pretty mouth on his dick, so. Not a lot left for thinking.
“Okay,” he says, probably way too enthusiastic. “I want proof.”
Mercy grins. “Take your pants off.”
Sprite complies, making himself take his time with the laces. He refuses to look too eager, even a lot of it is just sheer curiosity.
And he wants to get his dick sucked. It’s been a while, sue him.
He manages to get out of his trousers, tossing them vaguely in the direction of his bedroll.
“C’mere, then,” he says, and spreads his legs.
Mercy’s still a little unsteady on his legs as he picks his way over, though he seems to be able to stand well enough. Sprite doesn’t comment.
He pauses for a moment when he actually reaches Sprite, leaning against his thigh.
“You’re so fucking tiny,” Sprite tells him, because he’s an asshole.
Mercy rolls his eyes. “You’re just fucking huge.”
He flicks Sprite’s dick, and Sprite yelps. “Fuck off.”
Mercy rolls his eyes again. “Don’t think you actually want that.”
“You’re such a dick,” Sprite grumbles. “Get on with it.”
He kind of expects Mercy to be a dick about that too, but apparently he’s also kind of impatient, because he doesn’t. Just reaches out to run his hands over Sprite’s dick.
It feels. Well, it feels kind of weird, actually, having tiny hands on him, but also really fucking good. He bites back a low moan, but from the smug look Mercy shoots him he heard anyway.
Mercy seems to know what he’s doing, and Sprite wonders vaguely if he’s done this before.
He has to stand on tiptoes to lap at the head of his cock, and that shouldn’t be nearly as hot as it is.
Sprite isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do with his hands. His brain wants him to grab at Mercy’s hair, but there’s no way he can do that without hurting him, so he just fists his hands in the grass and tips his head back a little.
He can’t resist looking back down after a moment. Mercy is still on tiptoes, pressing his body against Sprite’s cock as he mouths at the head, and Sprite wants to make a mess of him so bad.
He’s way too goddamn pretty.
He notices Sprite looking, grinning up at him and leaning down to take the whole head of his cock into his mouth.
Sprite moans, low. His cock kicks, leaking into Mercy’s mouth. Mercy hums, eyes fluttering closed.
He seems to be enjoying this almost as much as Sprite is. And something about that feels really fucking good.
Mercy moans softly as he pulls off, going back to licking at him and running his hands up the length of his cock. Sprite’s pretty sure Mercy’s grinding on him, which is hot as hell. He wants to know what he looks like when he cums.
He’s close, quick enough that’s it’s kind of embarrassing, but whatever. It’s been a while, okay? And this is a very novel experience. He has plenty of excuses.
He’s tempted not to warn Mercy, wanting to know what he looks like when he’s taken by surprise, but he doesn’t want to risk accidentally choking him. That would make this situation a lot less sexy very quickly.
“Close,” he warns, and Mercy looks up at him again, licking the tip of his cock and then pulling away a little.
“Cum on me,” Mercy tells him. He was kind of planning on doing that anyway, but getting permission is hot too.
Sprite wraps a hand around himself, and it doesn’t take him long to cum, spilling over Mercy and the grass between his legs.
Mercy just laughs softy, sticking his tongue out to catch some of it in his mouth. It’s so gross, and Sprite finds it so hot.
He’s got it in his hair, and all over his body, and he’s definitely gonna need a bath after this, but right now Sprite is mostly just interested in making him cum as well.
“I wanna touch you,” he says, holding a hand out for Mercy to climb onto.
Mercy stands on wobbly legs, shaking cum out of his hair (and that shouldn’t be quite so sexy), and climbs onto his hand, collapsing in his palm. “Be my guest.”
There are actually a lot of things Sprite would like to try, like seeing if he could actually fuck Mercy on at least one finger, but he doesn’t want to actually hurt him, and he doesn’t want to push his luck either.
Mercy’s hard, Sprite’s pretty sure, and he carefully works a finger between his legs, running it over his cock. Mercy whines, tipping his head back and spreading his legs wider.
Sprite’s careful with him, gentler than he wants to be, and his reward is coaxing pretty, musical noises out of his throat.
His whole body tenses up as he cums, whining and tossing his head to the side. Sprite keeps stroking him until he starts squirming, kicking at his hand, and then he (reluctantly) stops to let him rest.
He does stick his finger in his mouth to see how he tastes, though.
Mercy laughs, breathless, and sits up, leaning against Sprites fingers. “You’d better have a bottle of water or a river available. You’ve made a real mess of me.”
Sprite grins at him, making no move to get up just yet. “Wasn’t that my reward? Getting to make a mess of you.”
Mercy rolls his eyes. “Well, congratulations.”
He squeaks as Sprite stands up, grabbing at his fingers for stability. “Warn me, why don’t you!”
“Thought you wanted a bath,” Sprite tells him, carrying him towards the river. Mercy huffs at him.
“I do.”
“Then stop whining.”
He puts Mercy down by the riverbank when they arrive in order to strip out of his remaining clothes. Mercy wastes no time disappearing into the water, and Sprite pretends he’s not a little disappointed about it. He liked Mercy being covered in his cum.
Still, it would be a bit unfair to expect him to stay like that, and Sprite is feeling kind of sticky too, so.
He climbs into the river as well, screwing up his face at the cold and doing his best to wash most of the stickiness off.
Mercy resurfaces every so often, and after a few minutes he drags himself out of the river, laying back on the bank.
Sprite watches him, rather shameless. Mercy seems to be aware, though he doesn’t look over.
Sprite has no idea how long he’s planning on staying. He kind of hopes it’s at least a few days (because he wants to try and fuck him again at least once), but he won’t be too torn up about it if he wakes up in the morning and Mercy’s already gone.
He doesn’t ask, and he doubts Mercy will volunteer an answer. Still, he’s not too bothered. Either Mercy stays or he doesn’t.
Mercy the Rose Witch, the first of Meredith's hunters. Unfortunately for everyone involved, instead of capturing Meredith, Mercy instead became bloodthirsty.
I put a shirt on her that I saw advertised by cherry kitten. Says "I only think about sex and death." There is another version where she's wearing an in game band logo, then another were those tiddies are free.
I rushed her towards the end. I'm ill. I just wanted her to be finished 😣
