Warnings: Nothing other than lots of fluffy flufff!
Genre: fantasy au!, established relationship, FLUFFFF!
Summary: Winter is here, and it's also Felix's first Christmas with you!
Dividers: @saradika-graphics
a/n: I don't know if I've ever written such a fluffy thing ever 😅 Pixie Felix is a weakness, and this one is very close to my heart... Enjoy!!
Part 1
For someone who once lived in a magical, sunlit glade, winter in a concrete jungle was literally a nightmare for Felix, your pixie lover. He was currently swaddled in a cocoon of blankets, being dramatic as hell.
His cute freckled nose peeked out as he glanced at you, giving a pitiful sniffle.
"Y/N," Felix whined, his voice muffled. "This is it. When I’m gone, will you cry pretty tears for me? Will you make a little shrine to honor our love?”
“Babe, you’re not dying.” You said with a grin. “You’re just melodramatic.”
“No, I’m serious,” he insisted, glaring at you with the last shred of his dignity. “The frost has claimed me. This winter will be my end.”
You sighed, brushing a strand of his golden hair back. He was up in a second, his shimmery wings fluttering as he moved to nestled into your neck. He rubbed his face against your warm skin and you flinched as his cold nose grazed you.
"Felix!"
"You’re so warm," he murmured, his lips brushing against you. "Did you eat a fire crystal as a child? Are you secretly a fire spirit?!"
"No, I’m just not tiny, Lixie," you said, nudging him gently.
Felix huffed, crossing his arms, mumbling, “Lucky you.”
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Though you joked about this, you knew Felix was genuinely struggling with the cold, and every night his icy little hands and feet snuggled against you, making you jump with the chills.
You had to come up with something (no Barbie clothes didn't help, thank you), so that his threats of “using the last of his magic to ignite himself” could be taken off the scene.
That’s when you had a brilliant idea - knit him some clothes.
You pulled up a beginner’s YouTube tutorial, grabbed some yarn, and got to work. It wasn’t pretty. The first few attempts were disastrous. But then, things got better. You couldn't help but squeal in delight, because it was just that cute!
Felix, perched on a spool of yarn, watched your progress with wide eyes.
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at the long needles in your hands with suspicion.
“Making you clothes,” you said, focused on a particularly tricky stitch.
“Wait, you can make clothes?” He tilted his head, a strand of golden hair falling into his freckled face. “Like, you don’t just summon them or something?”
“Baby, have you seen me summon anything?”
Felix tapped his chin. “You've got a point. Carry on, my love.”
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After a few days of hard work, you held up your creations: tiny sweaters, hats, mittens, socks, and even a scarf. They weren’t perfect - one mitten was slightly bigger than the other, and the beanie did look a little weird - but they were warm and made with love.
“Y/N, these are… these are…” Felix’s voice cracked, and he placed a dramatic hand over his chest. “Is this what love feels like?”
“Come here, you drama queen. Let’s try these on.” You laughed, holding up a sweater.
He hovered in front of you, wings fluttering as you slid the sweater over his head (you even made slits for his wings). The snug fabric hugged his tiny frame, and his freckled cheeks glowed pink as you tugged the beanie into place.
“Well?” you asked, sitting back to admire your work.
Felix spun in the air, his hands running over the soft yarn.
“I love it! I love it!! It's so warm!!” Felix sang in happiness. “I'm not cold anymore!!”
“You look like a cozy little marshmallow, Lixie” you teased, and he grinned brightly before flying straight into your face and cupping your cheeks with his tiny hands.
“You did all this for me? Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Like, ever.” he said gazing into your eyes lovingly.
“Anything for you, baby,” you said, his sincerity making your heart swell.
He pressed kisses to your cheeks, your nose, your lips, so many all at once.
“I love you so much. You’re so smart and sexy -”
“And a terrible knitter,”
“No, no. You’re a brilliant knitter. These are perfect. You’re perfect.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not allowed to ever leave me.” Felix announced, pressing a soft kiss on your upper lip. “Ever.”
“Wow. Bold.” you said, raising your eyebrows.
“You love me,” Felix said smugly, tilting his head to meet your gaze.
“Yeah,” you admitted softly. “I really do.”
You usually put up a fake tree. Easier to manage and all that. But this year, you decided to bring in a real tree, because you wanted Felix to have a really authentic experience. His first ever Christmas. So you go out with your friend Minho and get one.
The tree stood tall in the corner of your living room, its fresh pine scent filling the air.
Fairy lights were strewn across the floor, and the table was piled up with ornaments, tinsel, and glittery decorations. Felix’s eyes glittered with joy as he eyed all the sparkly decorations like they were treasure.
“Wait, so people just… bring a tree inside their house for this holiday?” Felix asked, hovering in front of you with wide, curious eyes. “And decorate it with shiny stuff?”
“Yes,” you said with a laugh, untangling the lights. “It’s kind of a big deal.”
Felix held up a glittery star ornament that was almost as big as he was.
“This is amazing!” he sang, clutching the star to his chest.
“Well, I did pick the sparkliest ones for you,” you teased, glancing over at him. “I thought you’d like them.”
“I love them. This is already my favorite holiday!!”
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Once the lights were finally untangled, Felix took it upon himself to help string them around the tree. And he also wanted to hang the ornaments (he didn't want to part with the glittery stars and baubles).
He zoomed around the tree, carefully hanging them, occasionally stopping to admire his work.
“Do they have to be evenly spaced?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Well, not really…”
“Great, because I’m putting all the shiny ones in one spot,” he announced, clustering the most glittery ornaments on a single branch.
“Felix, no!”
“But it looks so sparkly!”
You couldn’t help but laugh as he held up another ornament. He was glowing - his eyes twinkling under the fairy lights. It was impossible to scold him when he looked so genuinely happy.
When he was finally done, it was time for the tree topper.
“This goes on the very top. Do you want to do the honors?” you asked, handing him the golden star.
He grinned and took the star, clutching it like it was the most precious thing in the world. He flitted up to the top of the tree, and carefully placed the star.
“All done!” he called, before flying back to admire the sparkling tree. “Y/N, this is amazing.”
“I'm so glad you liked it, Lixie.” You said with a smile. “Your first Christmas should be absolutely magical,”
Felix floated back down to you, his tiny hands resting on your cheeks. “You’re magical.”
“Oh, please,” you said, laughing as you blushed under his adoring gaze.
“No, I mean it,” he said softly. “You didn’t have to do all this, but you did. You brought a whole tree into our home just so I could experience this holiday with you. You’re the best, baby.”
You cupped his tiny hands in yours, smiling.
“And you make everything feel magical, Felix. So, I guess we’re even.”
Spending Christmas with Felix had been a truly beautiful experience, because he was in awe of absolutely everything. The food, the hot chocolate (which he demanded every ten minutes, because why not), the snow and obviously, the tree.
And then came the gifts. Felix snuggled closer to your neck in his knitted sweater, vibrating with excitement. His wings fluttered so fast as you reached for the little package you knew he had put under the trees last night.
“Open it, open it!” he chirped, his cheeks glowing.
You smiled, carefully unwrapping the small, neatly tied package. When the paper fell away, you gasped.
Inside was a necklace - a delicate pendant shaped like a heart, intricately carved from what looked like wood but felt so smooth and otherworldly. Within its center, nestled in a cavity of swirling patterns, was a tiny, glimmering stone. When light caught it just right, it shimmered.
“Felix…” Your voice was barely a whisper as you turned to him, wide-eyed. “This is… this is pixie magic, isn’t it?”
Felix looked shy but proud, scratching the back of his head as his wings fluttered nervously.
“Yes,” he admitted softly. “It’s not much - nothing like the magic I could make back home. But I’ve been working on it for a while. I wanted it to be perfect.”
Your heart squeezed. You knew how difficult it was for him to conjure magic in the city, so far from his enchanted home. It drained him and left him fatigued to use his magic. This pendant wasn’t just a gift; it was his love.
“It’s more than perfect,” you said, voice trembling with emotion. You slipped the necklace over your head, the pendant settling against your chest snugly. “Felix, this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Before he could respond, you leaned in, cupping his tiny face in your hands and pressing a soft, lingering kiss on top of his head. Felix’s wings fluttered madly as his cheeks turned a deep shade of pink.
“Okay, your turn!” you said, grinning as you placed a larger, carefully wrapped box in front of him.
Felix blinked, his pink cheeks still flushed from your kiss. “For me?”
“Of course. Go on, open it.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. With his tiny hands, he tore through the wrapping paper, his curiosity growing with every layer he peeled back. When he finally lifted the lid, his reaction was epic.
He froze and his mouth fell open, because inside the box was a miniature garden - a lush, vibrant fairy garden filled with tiny plants.
There were cuttings of honeysuckle, foxglove, thyme, and other herbs and flowers you’d researched and found to be dear to pixies. Patches of soft, rich moss filled the gaps, creating a miniature glade that looked as if it had been plucked straight from Felix’s home in the woods.
Felix’s hands trembled as he reached out to touch the moss.
“This… this is…” His voice broke, and you could see that he was trying to keep tears from falling.
“I know you miss home, Lixie,” you said softly. “I tried to make it as close to it as I could. I thought maybe this could help...till we find a way...”
“You made this?” Felix turned to you, his honey-brown eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
“Yes, baby,” you said, your heart aching to see the pain in his eyes. “You deserve to feel at home, Felix.”
He let out a shaky laugh, clutching a tiny cutting of honeysuckle to his chest.
“You knit for me. You make me hot chocolate. You let me take over your Christmas tree. And now this?” His wings fluttered wildly again as he shook his head in disbelief. “You’re… you’re perfect. I don’t deserve you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” you said, laughing softly.
“No, seriously,” Felix insisted, floating up to meet your gaze. “You’re my wife now. That’s it. Decision made. I don’t care what human traditions you have - we’re married.”
You burst out laughing, cupping your hand around him to gently hug his tiny frame. “Oh, we are, aren't we?”
“Yes!” he declared, his freckled cheeks glowing again. “You’re mine. Forever. I’m never letting you go.”
But the best gift of all?
Waking up to the sound of soft singing. It took you a moment to realize the voice was coming from your balcony. Sleepily, you shuffled over and peeked through the glass door, careful not to make a sound.
There he was - Felix, hovering over one of your plants that, its leaves glistening with dew. Felix was holding a tiny little watering can - you’d put it in his garden as you'd made it - and carefully collecting drops of dew from the larger potted plants.
He tilted the can to sprinkle water gently over the moss and flowers in his garden, his movements slow and careful.
“Good morning, honeysuckle,” he sang, brushing a tiny hand over a leaf. “You’re looking lovely today. And you, foxglove -”
His voice was warm and full of love as he spoke, and he sang softly in a language you didn’t recognize. It was so melodic, weaving through the air like a magical breeze.
Your heart clenched at the sight. He was so utterly devoted to his little world, the kind of magic you couldn’t put into words, the kind that made you want to hold him tight and never let go.
With a soft smile, you made your way back to bed, because your heart was full knowing that he was happy. And you drifted off to sleep again feeling completely blessed.
word count: 1.7k
genre: fluff and (hopefully) comfort.
content warning: big hugs. everywhere. (you said Chan's big hugs calm you, so I decided to make gifs... I may have gone a tad overboard...)
request: Hi. I've never actually made a request before, do I feel a bit anxious, sorry. I had an idea, nothing crazy, but... how would each of the members comfort you and make you forget all the bad stuff that gets stuck in your mind? What would they do to get you out of your head and lost to the world instead? Sorry again, it's been a really difficult day, and I had a comforting dream where Felix gave me a hug and said it would all be okay, and I got the idea? It okay if you don't feel like writing it. You are fabulous and appreciated! Have a good day! <3
a/n: This is for the lovely @kittenchaos2024, who is an absolute delight of a human. Or perhaps three very sweet raccoonsin a long coat and fancy hat. Either way, I love them lots and I hope the world brings them something good soon.
I tried to write these on the blurry line* between platonic and romantic so you can interpret them as you wish… let me know how I did? *Except Felix. Felix is supposed to be romace-y-ish.
S L O W D O W N, J E L L Y B E A N
Chan The first thing Chan is going to do, is give you a Big Hug™.
He’s going to notice before anyone else, not just because he’s a single father of seven kids, but because he cares about you so much. Maybe you’ve been more withdrawn than usual, spacing out when usually you’d be giggling at Han’s jokes and Changbin’s aegyo.
He'll quietly keep an eye on you, subtly trying to comfort you without directly saying anything. Things like bringing you a glass of water (he was getting one for himself anyway, and he has two hands) or resting his hand on your arm for a moment longer than usual.
If it's clear you're really not okay, if you look at him with eyes that say anything close to "help", everything else is going on the back burner until you're okay again.
He won't make a scene. He knows you don't want the stress of everyone's attention. He’ll probably wait until you’re alone, before looking at you with his worried half smile and tentatively holding his arms out. “Big hug?”
He’ll hug you for as long as you’d like, and if you have a breakdown and cry he will just hug you tighter (if you’re cool with that. Making sure he’s not pushing your boundaries is important to him.) Oh, and if you apologise for ruining his shirt he's going to give you his best Dad Eyes™, before pulling you closer and resting his chin on the top of your head.
If you’re really struggling, he’ll let you sleep in his bed, or he’ll come and sit next to yours and sing you lullabies until you go to sleep. And he'll still be there in the morning, working on his laptop with his headphones on and a gentle smile for you when you wake up.
Lino. Obviously Lino could make you soup.
But you know what’s better than soup, especially when you’re all stuck in your head? Kittens.
He is absolutely sneaking at least one of Soonie, Doongie, and/or Dori into your apartment. In one of those cute little backpacks that look like a spaceship.
If you’re allergic to cats, instead of bringing into contact with a real feline he will prepare a slide show of his cats, making sure to include their silliest antics. He’ll even put silly music over the top, and add in a couple of ridiculously cute/stupid selfies to cheer you up.
If you can’t have animals in your apartment, or you just need to go outside for a bit… He’ll take you to a cat cafe (yes there is a theme here and the theme is cats).
He’ll make it into the most thoughtful date you’ve ever been on (platonic or otherwise, depending on your feelings). You’re not paying for anything, you don’t even have to talk to anyone you don’t want. You can just sit there and let Lino coax some kitties over, while you munch on the cat-shaped cookies he got Felix to bake for you.
(He will also make you soup.)
Changbin. I hope you’re prepared for aegyo. Like, an egregious amount of aegyo.
He’ll even skip the gym for you, claiming he’s too sore to work out today. (You’ve literally seen him go to the gym with a sprained elbow, he just did legs for a whole week.)
Then he’s going to barge into your room with snacks and chick flicks, making you close your eyes while he builds you a pillow fort (complete with fairy lights). He’s not taking no for an answer, the two of you are going to have a girly day even if he has to put you in a headlock for it.
He will also throw pillows at anyone who dares interrupt. Spare ones he brought specifically for this purpose, he’s not damaging the integrity of your pillow fort. This is your Binnie time, and the others can wait their turn.
He will be re-enacting the confession scenes from all your favourite rom coms. With added aegyo, of course.
Hyunjin. It’s a good thing Hyunjin’s not dramatic. Because then he’d probably do something completely over the top.
Oh, wait.
He knows you’re probably too stressed to go outside, so instead he plies you with snacks and loads up your comfort show on his laptop (he’s not even mad that it’s not SKZ code), and then makes you pinky promise not to leave your room until he comes back.
He is gone for a suspiciously long time.
When he finally comes to get you, he’s all glowy and excited. But as he leads you into the living room, he almost looks… nervous?
What you see when you get there takes your breath away.
He’s made you a whole art gallery. It’s a mix of your favourite pictures and sculptures, including some you’ve never seen before that remind him of you, complete with a little hand drawn map and guidebook. He gets really shy about it as you look around, feeling a bit self conscious when you get to the paintings he painted just for you.
He lights up like the adorable idiot he is when he sees you like it.
Han. More than anyone else, Han understands what it’s like to get stuck in your head.
Are you overthinking again? He’s here to talk you through it. He’ll be gentle with it, and he’ll never press you on anything. He’ll just sit there, cuddling you if you want it, and wait/
You need to cry? Great, Han needs to cry too.
You’re panicking? He’s right there, talking you through how to breathe again, as he rubs your back and holds your hand.
And while he’s doing these thoughtful things, he’s going to say dumb, sweet nonsense to try and make you laugh. Like “slow down, jellybean.” That one makes you laugh, and from that day forward Han always has a stash of emergency jellybeans for times when you’re feeling sad.
He won’t say anything, he’ll just slip them into your hand when no one else is looking, or leave them on your pillow while you’re out at work.
Felix. We all know Felix loves physical affection. Really, he’s basically a koala.
Even when you’re not feeling down, Felix jumps at any chance to cuddle you. You’re making breakfast? He’s hugging you from behind. Watching TV? He’s pulling you into his arms, or resting his head on your lap. You try to go to bed without giving him his fifteen minute goodnight cuddle? I hope you’re prepared to be pouted at in the morning.
And that’s just normal, every day Felix. If you look even the slightest bit sad? Man’s turning it up to eleven.
The thing that worries him the most is that he can’t always be physically there for you when you get sad. Sometimes his schedule is so busy he barely gets to see you, leaving so early in the morning the sun hasn’t even risen yet, and not coming home until the clock is almost in single digits again.
In times like those, best he’s sneaking into your bed every night. Not even in a sexual way, he just needs to be close to you. (Though there are definitely some sneaky kisses pressed to your shoulders while he thinks you’re still asleep.
What’s been worrying him is, how he’s going to cheer you up when you’re alone? Tour starts soon, and you can’t exactly come with him.
And then it hits him. Epiphany. His best idea yet (even better than flashing his abs at Lolla). The most brilliant solutions in the history of solutions:
Emotional Support Koala. For you to cuddle when times get tough.
He has the biggest sunshine smile when he gives you the plushie, excitedly telling you how Emergence Support Koala is microwave safe, so you can warm him up and have cozy cuddles! And Emergency Support Koala came in a pair, so Felix has his gf to take on tour with him. Who doesn’t love matching plushies? (Yeah, If Felix hasn’t confessed to you yet, he’s going to do it soon. Probably with some kind of Koala plushie puppet show.)
However, his brilliant plan is going to backfire slightly. Felix didn’t realise it was possible to be jealous of a plushie. But when he’s on tour and you guys video call, and you’re in your pajamas cuddling Emergency Support Koala, he can’t help but pout a little.
Guess you’ll just have to give him extra attention when he comes home. Oh, how awful.
Seungmin. Seungmin is in the building, and he’s determined to get you outside.
You don’t have to go far, and he’ll hold your hand the whole time, but he’s taking you outside whether you like it or not. You’re getting that sunlight serotonin boost.
You might be nervous at first, but the warm pressure of Seungmin’s hand in yours and the way he wraps you up in his jacket (he brought a spare with him, knowing you’d forget) help calm you down.
You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, you can just walk. He’s got an idea of where you’re going anyway. The bag of birdseed should be a hint.
You can’t be sad while you’re feeding the ducks, right?
I.N. Innie might not say much, but he’ll come and cuddle you.
Despite his recent slightly slutty, ab flashing behaviour on stage (the side effects of living with Christopher), he’s still a little shy around you. He is still a baby bread, after all.
But you haven’t come out of your room all day, and he’s worried about you. He wants to come and check in on you, but he doesn’t want to invade your personal space. He’ll probably have to psych himself up a few times, sitting on the living room couch, planning what he’s going to say to you.
Of course his carefully prepared words promptly evaporate when you come out and sit next to him on the couch. But that’s okay, because now he doesn’t have to say anything when you lean against him
The hyungs always want to hug him, so it must cheer you up too right? He’ll even let you squish his cheeks if you want.
Okay, so that's my best attempt at fluffy silly stuff. Just in case it sucked, here is a cute video of Felix:
You can get your own Emergency Support Koala here. I know that sounds like an ad, but it's not. I just found them while I was looking for inspiration and I thought they were super cute.
taglist (sorry it's not smut, lemme know if you just want the smuts): @ghostof2024 @sthaay @bluesungology @chrizzztopherbang @avnche @kemkem33 @mikaelless @lvrgrl-xo @eevenus @furioussheepluminary @sheerfreesia007 @aasthamoon @amazinglystay @delulustardust @galaxy4489 @lil-bear08 @abby-loves-aphrodite taglist is open, but I mostly write smut so don't follow if you just want cute sfw things 🫶
Summary- Beware the fae and the games they play. Straying off the path on the way home from yet another boring date, the bustling city night gives way to the bright midday sun. Confused yet intrigued, you stumble upon a beautiful man by a stream who is much more than he seems.
Pairing- Pixie!Felix x fem!Reader
Trope-Fantasy AU/Strangers to lovers au, smut
Rating- 18+ MDNI
Warnings- Vulgarity, sexual language, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), some deception (he's a fae after all) but the intercourse is definitely consensual, he's a bit cheeky with a touch of playful meanness, as always 18+ Minors dni
@cafekitsune Thank you for banners and dividers! 🤍💜🤍
A/N-This is my first time writing Felix and it's my second addition to the Thrill of the Hunt collab with CODN. Make sure you check out all the authors stories!
@sanjoongie I swear I couldn't have done this one without you, all of your help and listening to me rant about anything and everything. This one is definitely dedicated to you 💘
“And the return on my stocks-” your date was droning on, and you dip your head to take a sip of your water to cover your yawn.
You have no idea why you continue to try to date in this city. In your personal experience, there were only three outcomes from such excursions.
One was the scenario you currently find yourself in; a boring, pretentious date who just wanted to talk about money, politics, his most recent car purchase. Too full of themselves to even ask a single question about you without having to volunteer anything on your own.
The second was the overly eager, handsy types that were a little too interested in you, but for all the wrong reasons. Your last date had asked what color panties you’d worn ‘for him’ as the waitress tried not to drop the salad into your lap.
And of course, there was the third. The dates that started well, they seemed very interested in you as well as being interesting themselves. Enough to make you let down your guard, but not enough to have you escaping out a bathroom window.
Yet this third category was pure chaos for you, and not in a fun way. Between finding out the guy has a girlfriend by the approach of a second date, or they turn into the complete opposite of what they represented during the date….
At least the first two were up front about what they were. Dating has just become boring, annoying, lame.
Between your work life draining you six days a week, and little to no social life, it was soul sucking when you had to listen to some suit drone on about the cost of his designer socks.
So here you found yourself, struggling through another boring meal, smiling and nodding along with a bombardment of information you will forget the moment you walk out the door.
Sighing, you look up at the night sky, wondering if there is more to life than this monotony.
Declining the shared cab with your date, you bid him goodbye and decided to take the long route to your apartment.
The park was quiet, the surrounding trees muffling the busy sounds of the city behind you.
Stopping to appreciate the plush green grass, you slip off your shoes to leave the path and let your bare feet sink into the cool blades.
There was a small clearing with a beautiful tree that you’d always longed to read a book under, if only you could find the time.
The urge to just go sit underneath it right this very moment hits you hard and before you realize it, your legs are moving on their own.
“It won’t hurt anything if I just take a moment…” you find yourself saying, blinking lazily as the sunlight cuts through the leaves over your head.
“So pretty…” you hum before it suddenly hits you.
Sunlight? It was night time….
The sound of rushing water plays in your ears as you spin around, shoes still dangling off your fingers. “What the f-” you whisper under your breath, taking in the terrain around you.
“We’re not in Kansas anymore…” you hum mindlessly as your brain tries to process where you are. For some reason, you can hear your granny’s cackle in your mind as you let out a weary sigh.
“Stumbled across a faery ring, did ya?”
“Oh Gran…” you sigh, shaking your head.
Folklore and fairytales, but she’d always warned you.
“It’s a dream, I just fell asleep in the park.” You shrug, not really believing it as you turn to look up at the midday sky, and the lush green plains that appeared to end in a rocky drop off in the distance.
“Well…this is better than my stuffy date.” you snort, marching along the mossy earth to the edge of a wide stream. Rocks jutted out on either side, and the pleasant trickle of water sounds like music to your ears.
A few moments pass before you hear the tinkling laughter of what sounds like children, eyes widening as three creatures leap across the stream.
Their giggles sound like delicate windchimes as they call to a fourth figure, a low voice calling out what can only be obscenities, though none you’ve ever heard before.
“Not so funny when it’s you, eh?!” a childlike voice rings out as the laughter trails off, leaving the soft sounds of the stream behind as you study the now still being.
At first you only take in his form, the lean figure seemingly sulking at the edge of the water.
He…the creature definitely looks as if it’s a male at first glance. The sound of the voice as well is deep and rich enough to be considered masculine.
His obvious unhappiness is apparent as he turns and you can see him a bit better, a pout adorning his full lips as he kicks a pebble into the rushing stream.
“This is ridiculous.” He grumbles loud enough to overhear as he kneels down to trail his fingers through the water.
“Ridiculous!” he repeats, the childish tantrum from what appears to be a grown man has you letting out a laugh before you can stop yourself.
Slapping a hand over your mouth, you can’t help but admire the grace at which he rises and spins as he looks in your direction.
“Who’s there?” He calls, brilliant eyes searching.
Green…no…blue…purple?
Your eyes widen as he meets yours, stunned by the beauty and vibrancy of their colors.
Heterochromia, you think. One brilliant emerald green eye beside a beautiful violet blue.
He gracefully makes his way to you, curiosity and some hesitation to his expression.
His beauty is undeniable as he comes closer, and it nearly has you speechless as he studies you.
His platinum blonde hair curls over his ears, a spattering of freckles covering his flawless honeyed skin. His lips speak of berries and cream, drawing your gaze as he forms words directed at you.
Blinking as you realize he’s spoken, you flick your eyes up to his multicolored gaze. Those lips curl into what you could only call a smirk as his eyes sparkle delightedly.
“Are you lost?” he repeats, those colorful eyes closing slowly as he leans forward, appearing to inhale the air around you.
“Lost?” you ask dumbly, shaking your head at his question. “Can one be lost in a dream?”
His laugh is so different from his face, deep and resonant, rich and smooth like velvet on silk, caressing your aural senses.
“Ah, this is not a dream, love. You appear to have stumbled across a ring.” he hums as he sits upon the rock cross legged.
“Sure it’s not, I just appeared randomly in the fae realm.” Your sarcasm laden words appear to amuse the man as he rocks back and forth to laugh once more.
“Ah you’re going to be one of those.” He hums, his smirk far too adorable to take.
“One of those?” You raise an eyebrow at his comment, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you settle down on your own piece of earth.
His sigh sounds weary to your ears. “Yes, yes. Those that stumble upon faery rings have a variety of reactions. Disbelief, fear, the occasional excitement that leads to despair as they realize-” he stops suddenly, a mischievous smile curling his rosy lips.
“Realize what?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.
He merely hums and raises one shoulder into a shrug. “This is only a dream, remember?” He teases, raising his hands to gesture around him, palms up.
“Why would I explain anything if you don’t think this is real?” He asks in a sing-song voice, glancing around the beautiful area.
“Alright then, keep your secrets.” You respond with a wink and a smile, giving him your own shrug, looking away to take in the lush scenery.
“Why are you upset then?” you ask, glancing at him from the side. For some reason, his reaction at your response has you wanting to giggle as his lips pull down into another pout.
“Upset? I’m-” He stops, lip curling as he looks down to poke at the moss growing upon the rock.
“A trick was played upon me.” His low voice is almost inaudible, and you have to lean forward to catch his words.
“What sort of trick?” you ask, curious now. “Were you lured over here as well?”
His eyebrow raises at your interest, seeming to be thinking about answering. A moment passes as he contemplates, then he suddenly sits up and starts to rock once more.
“I have an idea!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together delightedly.
“Why do I feel as if this isn’t a good thing…” you hum under your breath and he just pouts at you once more.
“What is this idea?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Let’s play a game…if you win, I’ll tell you.” he says, beaming with glee at his idea.
“And if I lose?” you inquire, feeling like he’s up to something.
“Hm….” he crosses his own arms, hand on his chin as he makes a dramatic thinking face, causing you to roll your eyes at him.
“You’re just going to play some kind of weird trick on me, aren’t you?” You huff, shaking your head. “No thanks.”
His lips part as he gasps, eyes widening at your words. “How little you think of me!” he says, hand upon his chest.
“I don’t know you, so the bar is pretty low.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Well, play a game with me and you’ll get to know me better.” He responds, his long eyelashes fluttering over those radiant eyes.
“What makes you think I want to get to know you better?” You ask him, rolling your eyes a bit.
To be fair, the idea of learning a bit more about him was enticing, though you weren’t going to admit it to a stranger. Honestly, thinking back to your dates, this was much more enjoyable already.
Fuck it, you think. If this wasn’t a simple dream and you really had accidentally stumbled into the fae realm….
This was infinitely better than your current day to day.
“Well, what else are you doing?” He spreads his hands out, and you can’t argue with that logic.
“Hmm….I suppose that’s true,” you mutter, those mostly innocent eyes studying you with a bit more intelligence than you gave him credit for.
A sudden thought hits you and you grin as you lean towards him.
“What if….when I win, you’ll help me find my way back home..” you challenge him, biting your lip as he tilts his head at you, those gorgeous mismatched eyes processing the idea.
“‘When?’ Ha! …..and if I win?” He asks softly, leaning in with a cheeky smile.
Your breath catches at the way his eyes dance with merriment yet still hold that undercurrent of cunning.
A shiver caresses your spine as his eyes trail down to your mouth, then to your neck. His tongue darts out briefly to wet his lips as a few strands of his blonde hair fall over his forehead.
“If I win…you allow me to kiss you.” he whispers melodically, and you have to blink to stop yourself from being drawn into his enticing gaze.
He grins knowingly as you catch yourself, shaking yourself back to reality.
“You…want to kiss me?” Your brain races at the implications, wondering what the harm is in a simple kiss. The gods know you haven’t gotten any action in awhile and well….
“Just a kiss, right?” you narrow your eyes at him, wondering what his game was.
“Are you some kind of weird pervert?” You ask suddenly, and he throws back his head to laugh at your question.
“Are you afraid of a little nibble?” He teases, leaning back as he crosses his arms once more.
“Nibble? You sound as if you want to cannibalize me.” You wrinkle your nose at him, shaking your head.
His expression is comical as he raises his eyebrows, pausing for a moment before he gives you a small wink. “Just a kiss, for the purposes of this game. I definitely won’t cannibalize you…you have my word….”
You swear he must have momentarily thought about it given the twinkle in his leer but you just shake it off, rather enjoying this little bit of flirty banter.
You give him a slow nod as he watches you, chewing your lower lip as he awaits your answer.
“So…you help me find the way back or…a kiss?” You ask hesitantly and he beams, uncrossing his arms to spread them wide.
“Exactly so.” He repeats, a sly grin curling his pretty mouth.
“What game will we be playing?” you realize you should have asked this first as his eyes light up and he suddenly spins up to his feet gracefully, arms splayed.
“Hide and seek?” His lilting laugh settles a calm over you when you should be worrying, and you narrow your eyes at him once more.
“You want to play a children’s game?” You retort, frowning a little at him, then glancing around at the terrain surrounding you.
Honestly, there are plenty of stone outcroppings and trees dotting the field that spanned as far as you could see. Little mounds rise from the ground and the grass is tall and wild.
“Do you have something else in mind?” He hums, and you glance back over to him.
His seemingly wicked grin softens and you feel a mild wave of comfort as he steps towards you, holding out his hand.
“Let us agree, then. I’ll show you the way to get back, if you should happen to win.” he repeats, and you look down at his hand, feeling as if you should be more wary than you are.
“And…you may have a kiss if I lose.” you respond, taking his hand in yours.
His palm is warm and firm as his fingers wrap around yours, a smile of amusement dancing over his features and he slips his thumb along your knuckles.
His eyes trace your neckline as he grins, and for a moment you swear you can see a sharp fang in his mouth. At your gasp, he merely grins wide, and his teeth all appear to be normal.
Blinking as you shake your head, you draw your hand back, the thought of his touch conjuring not so innocent thoughts in your mind.
“You have to catch me then, not just find me.” you state, bringing your brain back to the matter at hand.
“Of course, what fun would it be if I merely spotted you…” his grin looks almost hungry and you frown momentarily, wondering why you are even agreeing to this.
His smile suddenly lights up, causing you to focus on his excitement.
“I’ll give you until the sun reaches the treeline there.” He points, and you gaze off at the large tree in the distance.
“Um…?” you turn to look at him and that musical laugh washes over your senses once more.
“About fifteen minutes, love.” he teases and tosses you a wink.
“Stop calling me that.” you grumble but he ignores you as he leans back on the rock, hands behind him to prop himself up.
“Tick tock…love.” he grins.
You merely roll your eyes as you stand, glancing down at the heeled shoes you had set next to you. Likely better barefoot…you think, leaving them behind as you jog off into the field to find a place to hide.
“Cheeky little bastard, flirting like that. Just because he’s hot…” you grump, enjoying the soft cool feel of the earth beneath your bare soles.
You turn to glance behind, giving him a brief once over. His long hair brushed his neck, the light platinum seeming to shiver in the midday sun. He appears to be humming to himself and not peeking as you turn to run off.
After a few minutes, you’ve wound your way down a small path leading to a small wooded area along the cliff’s edge. You can barely make out the small area you’d emerged from, only able to see the stream leading off inland.
He’d given you plenty of time, but for some reason your mind seems to be trying to grasp a thought you can’t quite reach.
What are you missing?
What … was there something you should have asked?
You shrug off the questions and look around.
You eye some of the taller trees as you make your way into the little copse of trees near the edge, smiling as you look up.
When you were young, you used to love to climb trees and heights were never an issue. With all of the rocks and mounds scattered throughout, you thought perhaps this was the best spot, as he’d be more likely to check the ground.
The leaves were lush and the branches were thick, so given your time restraints you merely shrug and begin your ascent.
By the time you are perched quite a ways up, you glance over to the tree in the distance he’d mentioned, wondering if it’s been fifteen minutes already.
After a moment of searching, you adjust yourself to look out over the beautiful body of water just beyond the cliff’s edge.
It’s gorgeous here, lush and vibrant. It’s so relaxing, such a change from the dreary city with all the smog and buildings smooshed together. Everywhere you look, there’s something to admire or become fascinated with.
Beware the fae, they are dangerous as they are breathtaking.
“I know Gran, I know…” you hum, shaking your head again to clear it. Once more you wonder how you went from a boring date to playing a silly children’s game with an unknown man.
Man? Are you sure-
“Ah there you are!” the deep, lilting voice startles you to the point where you lose your hold on the trunk of the tree.
You can only let out a yelp as you spot him, hovering at eye level a moment before you feel yourself tumbling from your spot.
Breathless from the fall, eyes clamped shut at the impending impact, you can only think, “This is it, going to break my neck-”
But then a pair of hands are catching you, and you’re being yanked against a hard chest. You immediately throw your arms around the neck of your savior without a thought.
A melodic rumble of a laugh vibrates your shoulder as you ease open an eye.
Still tense from the close call, you are startled yet again to look up at the face of the man by the stream. His eyes are dancing with glee as he gives you an almost wolfish grin.
“How-” you start, then gasp at the span of iridescent wings fluttering behind him.
“Looks like I’ve won.” He states with a smirk, hoisting you up to settle better in his arms.
The ease at which he’s carrying you, like a fucking princess, both amazes and annoys you.
“You! You’re a fucking fae?!” You manage to get out, still clinging embarrassingly to him despite your sudden surge of anger.
“Of course, love.” he whispers close to your ear as he inhales deeply.
“But-you-fucking WINGS?!” your brain seems to clear from the fog it was in, and you just glare at the fae holding you.
He grins at you, and you realize how ridiculous this all is.
Of course, fae are tricky. Your Gran had warned you so many times, but you’d merely brushed what she’d told you, believing her to just be talking nonsense.
Yet here you are, outwitted by some glamour and a pretty face.
“You never said you were a fae.” you grump, ashamed of the sudden pout on your face.
“You never asked.” he responds simply, biting his full bottom lip as he studies you.
“Well that’s not very fair, then. You were always going to win this easily.” you tell him as his eyes dance with amusement.
“Fair?” His laughter causes your heart to flutter, only adding to your annoyance over the situation.
First, he’s this hot with that voice and now he has wings….
Girl, you need to get laid.
WHAT AM I THINKING?!
His breath tickles your ear as he tightens his hold on you, the rich depth of his voice causing you to tremble.
“Who ever said anything about fair, love?” His nose bumps against the shell of your ear and you can’t stop the instant twinge between your legs from the contact, nor the small gasp that escapes your lips.
“Put me down. I’m not letting you kiss me.” you withdraw your arms from his neck, folding them over your chest.
He pulls back as a frown tugs at his lips, his eyes darkening at your words.
“A deal is a deal, love…but…if you’d like me to put you down….” his sudden smirk should have been a warning.
You weren’t prepared for the sudden departure of his arms as he tips you out of them, falling so quickly that you couldn’t even make a noise.
Your stomach turns as your mind races, as the warm air rushes past you while you fall but then you hear a deep laugh as he swoops in to catch you once more.
Clinging to him desperately, you can only shake as you regain your senses. You hadn’t noticed before but he must have flown over the edge of the cliff before he dropped you, because now you were below the edge.
Looking up at the jagged cliff wall, then to the rocks below, you turn your teary eyes to the fae holding you.
“Are you rethinking that phrase?” he asks, the teasing in his tone making you angry enough to glare at him and bare your teeth.
You can feel your heart beat pulse in your neck as you try to calm down, swallowing down your anger. He speaks before you can gather your thoughts enough to protest any more.
“It’s not polite to renege, love. You agreed to the terms before we played.”
Glancing up at those vibrant eyes, you can sense the danger lurking behind them. You knew…you knew well not to anger a fae, and you take a moment to collect your thoughts before you say something without thinking.
“I don’t know if you’re messing with my emotions right now.” You let out a soft sigh, feeling your heart slow to a steady, normal pace as you try to think of what to do next.
“Hm…depends on the emotion.” he winks at you and you can only roll your eyes.
“Can we…go somewhere on the ground where we can talk?” you ask hesitantly, tightening your grip as you glance down once more, to the craggy coastline hundreds of feet below you.
He immediately turns and begins to fly you both inland, much to your relief. Returning to the spot where you’d first come across him, he settles you onto your wobbly feet then steps back to study you.
Clearing your throat, you rub your neck at the momentary resistance you feel at letting him go.
Fucking hell, why am I getting horny over a winged fairy? A cheeky little bastard, at that.
Because he’s interesting, and this is exciting, a little voice whispers.
Quiet, jerk, you tell it, but you find yourself trying not to smile.
“I don’t even know your name.” You find yourself saying as you watch his face. Your eyes are drawn to those beautiful wings, gleaming brilliantly in the now setting sun. You can’t help but notice the weblike design on them, inwardly laughing sardonically at how very trapped you feel just by looking at him.
The sudden darkening of his eyes simultaneously draws you in and causes you to step backwards, slipping on the loose stone under your feet. Before you can fall on your ass, he’s beside you, arm slipping easily around your waist as he pulls you against him.
“You wish to know my name, love?” He hums, those beautiful orbs of his flicking over your face; lingering on your lips, on your tongue as it darts out to wet them.
“Only if you wish to tell me.” is all you manage as your body reacts to his. His chest is firm, the arm tightening around you strong. In your confusion and annoyance before, you’d overlooked just how ridiculously muscular he was.
His pretty face does not match the physique under his clothing, and the sudden spurt of excitement that dampens your panties causes your cheeks to flush.
A wicked smile creeps across his features as his nose flares, leaning into you as his eyes seem to brighten yet darken at the very same time.
“Naive little human, so many questions you never asked…” his eyes flutter as he inhales deeply, his voice dropping even lower as he lets out a soft growl.
“Your name is not what I wish to…discover…”
You swear your swallow is audible as he dips his nose into the crook of your neck, nuzzling gently as your skin breaks into gooseflesh.
“What-” the break in your voice darkens your cheeks as you try to figure out if your trembling is fear or arousal.
Perhaps both…
“What…do you wish to discover?” you finally grate out, your mutinous fingers slipping up into his silky platinum hair.
The sudden hitch of his breath emboldens you- unable to stop yourself, your other hand slips around him to trace up his spine.
Then your fingertips are dancing along the base of his wings.
The muscles there are tight, firm. Your lips part as his body trembles, the deep moan from his throat causing you to soak right through your panties.
Any doubt about his arousal evaporates as his hips jerk, the rigid length of his cock pressing firmly into your thigh.
His fingers suddenly entwine into your hair, gently pulling your head back as he leans back to look at you.
“You play a dangerous game, love.” he whispers, but the words vibrate through your body as you knead the area between his wings.
His fingers tighten in your hair, bringing his full lips to yours, a hair's breadth from coming into contact. The warm breath rasping from him has you yearning to close that tiny distance but his hand keeps you in place.
“I…thought you wanted a kiss…” you murmur, thighs shaking from the possibilities you can see in his hungry gaze.
The puff of air from his exhalation alone is making you insane, his rich, soft laugh reducing you to a quaking mess.
“A kiss is what I’m owed, love. Yet…I never said where I wanted to kiss you…” he grins, exposing a set of sharp fangs.
It should cause you to panic, yet it has the complete opposite effect. It seems that the choked moan that leaves your throat is all he needs to hear, as he suddenly drops his hands to cup your ass.
“Allow me to claim my prize…” he whispers, then you’re being lifted suddenly. You can’t even process anything as his hands lift your thighs to wrap around him.
Before you even register what’s happening, you’re being dumped gently onto a soft surface.
He’s hovering over you, his gaze raking over your prone form as he yanks off his flimsy shirt to expose his well formed torso.
“If you won’t tell me your name-” You gasp as he grabs your shirt, tearing it open to expose your bra underneath. Continuing as he cups your breasts, you shakily ask, “Will you tell me some form of name to call you?”
Humming, he appears to think as he yanks down one cup of your bra, palming himself through his pants as he kneads the soft flesh.
“Show me just how much I please you, and I’ll give you a name you may scream for everyone to hear.” His hands are working at your jeans now, growling low at the annoyance of the material keeping him from you.
“If you can make me moan-” you gasp out as he finally unzips and rips them off of you.
“Oh love…” he chuckles as his palm cups you between your legs. “I haven’t even set my lips upon you yet, and here you are quivering under my touch.”
You reach for him as his fingers dance along your panties, combing back the long strands of his hair as you arch beneath him.
“Your fragrance begs for my kiss, love.” the sudden tearing sound of you panties is lost in your cry as he presses his thumb against your clit. Shame over how soaked you are is washed away by how he rolls it over the nub, slick and gentle.
“Here?” he whispers, his well toned arm holding him above you as he looks down at your spread legs. Your now naked body is exposed completely to him and he licks his lips as he watches your hips move in time with his motions.
“Please-” you whimper, tugging gently on his hair as he glances up at your flushed face. You part your lips on a small moan as his forefinger teases along your slit.
“Ahhh…there it is…that’s what I want to hear, love.” he growls as his fingertip teases at your hole.
Your gaze drops to the straining pants, barely holding back his erection. Your free hand slips down his bare back, dipping into the waist of the material.
“Let me see you-” your voice is laden with need and his eyes dance with lust and amusement.
Leaning back, he makes quick work of the remaining clothing, allowing you to rake your eyes over his gloriously naked body; his thick, rigid cock seeming to beckon you, to enthrall you. Just like him, his penis was pretty and masculine all at once.
It creates an extremely powerful need within you, and you find yourself unable to control the spasms deep within as his palms settle on your thighs to part them.
“Your cunt is begging for my kiss, love.” he whispers as his head delves into your pussy. His hot breath tickles your core as he rubs his nose into your clit.
“Please!” You cry out, trailing off on a moan as you feel his tongue flick out to taste you. His hungry groan has you bucking your hips upward, eager and ready to feel his lips on you.
“Good girl, love. That’s it.” you barely make out the words as his lips encircle your sensitive nub, looking down at him as he sets about his feast.
Incoherent noises leave your throat and mouth as he sucks harshly on the bud, only his hands on your thighs keeping them from wrapping around his pretty head.
His teeth nip gently at you as he pulls back, causing you to whimper in despair.
“Don’t stop-” you rasp out, and he grins fully at you, seemingly delighted at your reaction to him.
“Felix.” he whispers, opening his mouth and letting his tongue dip briefly inside of you, then using the organ to lap at your folds, sucking them into his mouth as he watches you.
“Felix-” you gasp out, tugging firmly on his hair as he teases at your cunt.
“Yes…” he plants a kiss on you, his lips wet and glistening as he parts from you. “Moan for me, moan my name-”
His hands slip down your thighs, then his thumbs are parting your folds, opening you up to his gluttonous stare.
“Such a pretty little cunt, love. Would you like me to stuff it full?” he asks, the gleam in his eyes undeniable.
There’s no universe in which you’d ever say no.
“Anything, please-Felix-” your hands are grabbing at him, desperate for more, for all of him.
“Anything?” The danger in his grin only fuels the need to know what is lurking behind it, and you nod without thinking beyond that.
“Felix-fucking hell, yes, anything-”
“As you wish, love.”
Your head spins as he pushes a finger into you, clenching around him as you cry out wordlessly. His growl only increases your desire as he pumps it slowly in and out of you, curling it gently to tease at your walls.
“That’s it, love. Just like that…though I don’t think it’s enough…” he adds another finger, stretching you as he watches intently.
“More?” he inquires, raising an eyebrow at you. You barely are able to nod as he seems to know exactly where to touch deep within you.
“You-fuck please-” you whimper, panting heavily as he hums. He removes one hand to trail up your body, finding your soft breast. Slowly he moves up your body, never stopping the motion of his fingers inside of you.
“Please what, love? Tell me…tell me what you want…what you need…”
His head dips down, capturing your taut nipple in his mouth, wetting it as he licks and suckles on you.
Your moans only increase at the sensation, and you can feel a familiar tension building within your womb as he pushes yet another finger into you.
A popping sound mixes with your cries as he removes his mouth from your tit, grinning wickedly at the sounds leaving you.
“Cry my name out loud, love. Scream for me and I’ll fuck you until you can’t even see.”
Without hesitation, you do just that, his name falling from your parted lips over and over as your thigh wraps around his leg. His soft, rich tone washes over you as he whispers encouragement, urging you ever closer to the edge.
It’s when he rubs his length along your clit as his fingers continue their relentless assault that you feel everything upend.
Before you can take another breath, your chest tightens along with your pussy around his fingers. The orgasm rips through you like you’ve been hit by a freight train, the sudden tensing of every single muscle and nerve you possess causing you to arch, rising from the soft moss beneath you with a piercing cry.
Before it’s even over he’s yanking out his fingers, plunging his cock deep into you and smashing his mouth against yours to swallow your cries.
You can only cling to him as he thrusts hard and fast into you, your tongues meeting desperately as the area is filled with muffled moans and the wet slapping sounds of your bodies.
Pulling his mouth from yours, his eyes seem to radiate a shimmering light as he looks down at your sweat soaked body beneath him.
“So fucking tight, love. Like a fucking glove-” he growls, looking down to watch his cock pound into you. His eyes roll as he shivers, and you run your hand up his back once more to knead at the muscle between his wings.
A guttural snarl rips from his throat as his eyes flash, widening at your touch. It only encourages you as he grabs your free hand to pin above your head, his mouth crushing yours once more.
Impossibly, he quickens his pace as you wrap your legs around his waist. The force behind his thrusts likely bruising you but it only adds to the pleasure as you feel the wave of another orgasm building quickly.
“Felix-fuck-FELIX-” You cry, looking down between you where his eyes are glued. His thick cock is gleaming with your moisture, his full throaty moans causing your eyes to roll as you throw your head back.
“LOOK AT ME.” He commands, his voice powerful and deep, resonating through the clearing. It sends a shock through your lower body, clamping tightly around him as you teeter on the brink.
Your eyes meet his darkened gaze, completely at his mercy as you long to only obey him.
“Mark me-” you cry out, your fingers gripping the base of his wings tightly. You want him in every way you can possibly conceive of, and the need for him to claim you is overwhelming.
Before you can take another breath, his teeth are flashing and he buries his face in your neck. The sharp sting as he breaks the skin sends you spiraling, his hips sharply snapping into you.
The inarticulate scream of pleasure as you come around him causes his hips to stutter, then you can feel him bursting deep within you. His lips are stained red with your blood as he throws his head back, emptying himself as you cling to him.
Drawing him down to your lips, he kisses you deeply, the taste of iron causing you to moan as his tongue delves into your mouth. His thrusts become sloppy as he whimpers and you can feel the mixture of both of your fluids seeping out every time he plunges into you.
His damp body finally stills as he settles atop you, his kiss slowing to soft pecks, his plush lips brushing against yours.
You brush back his sweat soaked hair, gazing up into his beautifully mismatched eyes.
“Well…” you hum as he gazes at the bite mark on your neck. He leans in to lick it gently, pulling back to grin at you.
“Don’t say it, I already know.” you tell him, and he tilts his head at you questioningly.
“Oh? What do you know, love?” He whispers, rolling you so that you’re settled on top of him.
You finally take a look around the little area he’d brought you to. It appears to be within the trunk of a massive tree, and you’re in a sheltered area deep within the trunk. It’s quite cozy and you just hum happily as you tease your fingers over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples.
“I can’t leave now, you claimed me, yadda yadda.” you toss out, shrugging a shoulder as he blinks at you.
“Yet you-” he just stares at you in disbelief. “Why would you…?”
You let out a sigh, looking at him with a simple smile.
“Well, I suppose my life back home is pretty boring and tiring. And well…” you rake your gaze over his gorgeous form.
“I’m just a sucker for fairy dick?”
His laughter delights you as he pulls you tight against him.
“Pixie. I’m a pixie.” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I thought pixies were like…” you hold your finger and thumb about two inches apart and he looks at you sheepishly.
“Well…so you see ... .funny story…” he says, blushing.
Raising an eyebrow, you settle your chin on his chest as you await his answer.
“I normally am about that.” He takes your fingers and kisses them.
“A trick was played on me and well…” he shrugs, motioning to himself.
“Human sized pixie.”
“Well…that’s going to be an interesting dynamic when you change back…”
“Perhaps it’s a trick I don’t wish to fix.” He whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Is that even possible?” you ask him, curious. You should be concerned, thinking about what your life is going to be like now.
Yet somehow, you just can’t find it within yourself to plan everything out like you did before.
“I suppose we’ll find out, love.” he hums, tracing his fingers along your back.
“Felix.” you murmur, smiling in delight as his pretty lips curl up to flash that sharp fang once more.
Life has suddenly become exciting, dangerously fun and not knowing what is coming next thrills you more than you ever expected.
Summary: Your sweet little pixie loves watching you go about your night routine, and giving you good night kisses is his favorite thing.
a/n: Extremely short, but I just daydreamed of soft pixie Felix 🤷♀️
Part 2
The evening was calm and peaceful as you prepared for bed. Felix sat on your pillow, watching you with such adoration in his eyes. His tiny legs were crossed, and his iridescent wings shimmered softly under the dim bedroom light.
You had just finished your skin care routine, and put your hair up in a messy bun, before walking over to the bed. You felt his gaze follow you with a soft smile on his face. Watching you get ready for bed was his favorite thing ever. He loved how nice your skin smelled and how soft it felt under his lips and fingers.
"Ready for bed, Lix?" you asked.
"Ready." He said, letting you climb into bed, pull the covers up and lay down beside him.
Felix fluttered over to your face, his tiny wings beating softly in the air. He landed gently on your cheek, his tiny hands resting on your skin.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice, a soft melody. "You look so peaceful, so beautiful."
"I love you too, baby." You said, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
With that, Felix leaned in, pressing tiny, soft kisses to your lips. You closed your eyes, savoring the delicate touch of his lips against yours. It didn't matter that he was tiny. His kisses always managed to make you feel so warm and loved.
"Goodnight kisses," he whispered, his deep voice filled with love.
"You give the best goodnight kisses." You giggled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.
"Only for you." Felix smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
He fluttered down to your pillow, nestling close to your face. You turned your head slightly, so you could see him better. He looked so content, so at peace. Felix curled up close to you, and you reached out, gently stroking his back with your finger, feeling his tiny wings stretch slightly at your touch.
As you closed your eyes, you felt a deep sense of safety and happiness. Felix's presence eased all your worries and filled your heart with so much love. With him by your side, you knew you could face anything.
