Hii! So in the games Alucard has this little fairy companion as a buff. So I was wondering if you could write show Alucard (whichever season) having a pixie familiar? as the reader? Non romantic of course.
She's got some ridiculously whimsical name like Thimble or Cricket or Binx, and a button & needle as sword and sheild, because she's a fierce protector, obviously. Fiery temperament, silly, loyal and jealous (and will pull on his hair to make it known). Familiar bond and stuff- He's her whole world.
Have fun!
Alucard with a Pixie!Reader
Seeing you always gives new onlookers pause.
You poof in and out of existence, which...given the world everyone is in, isn't all that strange.
Though, floating next to Alucard really makes you stand out. And the massive size difference doesn't help.
You're a good healer and supplier, so Alucard typically has you keep an eye on injuries or provide any back up plans when needed.
Alucard finds that it's not...easy getting you to socialize.
Brave warrior that you were, using your needle blade to take down an entire castle, you tended to push people away.
Or rather, away from him.
"Who is this?" is practically your catchphrase.
Face that isn't Alucard's? Get it out of here.
You're very short and snippy when others need your assistance for anything. You just want them to call their favor and leave.
It worsens if they stick around.
Here you were, traveling with your favorite person and in come the leeches.
You're typically thrilled Alucard is so introverted. It means you have him all to yourself majority of the time.
Key word being: majority.
If anyone is around the two of you too long, you get real sarcastic, real fast.
Pokes and prods everywhere.
"Oh, dear, Alucard. I do believe our search for the young Belmont presses on. How troubling.", You say while looking around aimlessly.
Richter's eye twitched. He wasn't amused. "I'm right here."
"Oh.", You gaped., "No. Sorry. I'm afraid you've stepped on a ring or something. I mean, Belmonts aren't particularly infamous for choking on air and making haste the moment a vampire whispers. Talk about knocking your head on stone."
You laugh between sentences before clenching your stomach to compose yourself.
Maria has to hold Richter back.
Alucard chides you to behave but you're far too busy laughing.
Beyond the insults, you get really fussy if Alucard hasn't looked at you for more than two minutes.
You start pulling on his hair, bouncing on his head, puffing up your cheeks, sobbing or hissing at whoever is stealing his attention.
Like a really, really bratty daughter.
Alucard could be admiring a flower and you'd start turning his face into a playground or huffing about the plant not being good enough for his pretty eyes.
Alucard has sharpened his tolerance quite considerably, as you can tell.
People wonder how he hasn't gone insane and meets this behavior with a smile.
The secret is that you're otherwise very sweet and amusing to be around. Always helping Alucard with whatever he asks and taking naps in his palm.
You sometimes hide behind his hair to keep warm while riding on his shoulder. It's adorable.
That's without even mentioning all the times you fought beings far beyond your size to defend him. Believe or not, he would be lost without you.
He adores having you by his side.
Alucard is more than happy to spoil you with peaches just to keep that smile on your face. He'll even surprise you with peach flavored pastries after a job well done.
Just so long as you aren't too mischievous or rude, Alucard doesn't really scold you or take away your fruit privileges.
In the times where he does, you get very sulky and sad, refusing to come out from behind his hair.
Alucard receives an apology almost immediately every time. But he only accepts it if you apologize on who you slighted first.
Alucard forgives quickly.
You're his beloved little friend and he loves you.
You learn something new with a little help from a small lady.
Chapter 22: The Bestest Girlfriend
Heyyyy its been awhile! I'm getting back into writing, and what better way than a lil practice with the prettiest pixie ✨
This takes place right after Chapter 19. Hope you enjoy!
The office gets all cleaned up from your glittery prank over the next couple days. You had so much fun watching Scruffy Boy grumbling and complaining as he sorts through a myriad of trash and junk. And you even found some new trinkets for your collection! All in all, this pixie prank was remarkably successful and amusing for the resident fairy of Devil May Cry.
But you’re not without mercy. You help a little by covering the scent of moldy pizza and stale beer with your fairy magic. The air smells of fresh flowers and sweet strawberries as you dance to the music coming from the strange music box in the corner. Scruffy Boy glares up at your swaying form as he ties another trash bag, probably wondering if you’ll ruin his progress with more glitter. You wave down at him with a cheery smile, and giggle softly as he rolls his eyes while grabbing another trash bag. But the small smirk on his prickly lips as he tells you that despite all the cleaning, he’s really enjoying the company of a very pretty pixie.
You continue to watch him clean as you hum softly to the music, but your fairy light flashes red as the front doors opens with a loud creak. Scruffy Boy greets the visitor as you scurry off to the closest hiding place.
“Oh hey! Long time, no see, Patty Cake.”
You peek out from behind the phone on the desk. This lady is smaller than Pretty Lady and Sparkly Lady, you note as a young girl with wavy blond hair stomps across the office.
“Don’t you Patty Cake me!” she fumes while turning off the strange music box. “You missed my birthday party!”
“Yeah…sorry about that,” Scruffy Boy mutters as he scratches the back of his head. “Had to take care of some business.”
“Well, you better make it up to me!” the small lady demands while putting her hands on her hips. Scruffy Boy sighs as the small lady looks around the office with a puzzled look. “Wait a minute…you’re actually cleaning your office?” she murmurs while eyeing him with suspicion. “Who are you and what have you done with Dante?”
You giggle at the funny small lady as Scruffy Boy takes a seat behind his desk. “It’s really me, Patty.”
The small lady looks over at the couch. “Is that…glitter?” she asks while inspecting a sparkly part of the cushion. Then, her eyes light up with a sudden realization. “Oh my god! No wonder you’re cleaning!”
Scruffy Boy chuckles dryly. “Yeah, all that glitter was a real pain in my-”
“You’ve got a girlfriend!”
You tilt your tiny head at her strange words as Scruffy Boy furrows his brow. “What makes you think I have a girlfriend?”
The small lady gives him a disbelieving look as she approaches his desk. “C’mon, Dante…you never clean, all this glitter everywhere…” she trails off while sniffing the air. “And the flowery perfume is a dead giveaway!” she notes with an excited grin. “So, who is she? How did you meet? I bet she’s really pretty!”
Scruffy Boy glances down at you as your fairy light blinks yellow with curiosity. “Hate to break it to ya, but I’m still single,” he admits with a shrug, which only makes you even more curious about what they’re talking about.
The small lady seems nice…maybe I’ll ask her! you decide as Scruffy Boy smirks at the inquisitive gleam of your fairy light.
“Oh c’mon, Dante!” the small lady protests. “You can’t fool-”
“What’s a girlfriend?”
“Huh?” The small lady looks around in confusion at the sound of your tiny voice. “Ah!” she squeals in surprise as you flutter up to her face.
“Hiya, Small Lady! I’m a Peaseblossom!” you introduce yourself with a friendly smile, showing off the charming glow of your pink fairy light with a playful twirl.
The small lady looks up at you in wonder. “Aww, you’re so cute!” she gushes as your tiny body shakes with a mirthful giggle.
“Yeah, yeah…real cute until they make a mess outta yer office,” Scruffy Boy huffs as he leans back in his chair.
“Fair is fair, Scruffy Boy!” you exclaim, fairy light flickers orange as you shoot a glob of fairy dust towards his face. “You made a deal and I fulfilled it.”
Scruffy Boy dodges your glittery attack. A victorious smirk curves his lips as you blow a raspberry at him. Small Lady looks between you two speculatively.
“So, your girlfriend is a fairy?”
“I already told you I don’t-”
“Oh! What’s a girlfriend?” you ask sweetly, fairy light glowing yellow as you zoom up closer to her face. “Can you tell me? Pease?” you urge, pooching your lip while clasping your tiny hands in front of your chest.
Small Lady stares up at you warmly as she offers her hand. “Of course I can tell you!” she begins as you land on her palm. “A girlfriend is,” she pauses in thought. “Oh, this is hard, but I’ll tell you what I think.” Your fairy light blinks with anticipation as she finally sates your curiosity.
“I think it’s someone who cares about a person close to them, gives them lots of hugs and kisses, and does everything they can to make them happy.”
Your fairy light glimmers many colors before bursting bright pink. “I already do that for Pretty Boy!”
“That’s right, Lil Pea!” Scruffy Boy encourages you with a cheeky wink. “Sounds like my brother is one lucky guy.”
“Wait, what?!” Small Lady gasps as you flutter up to the second floor of the office.
You pay no mind to the muffled conversation below as you fly into Pretty Boy’s room. He’s sitting at his desk, writing in his journal with utmost concentration.
“Hey, Pretty Boy!” you call out while flittering around his head.
“Yes, Peaseblossom?” he replies as he continues to write down his thoughts.
“I just found out that I’m your girlfriend!”
Pretty Boy’s head snaps up as you hover above his face. “I beg your pardon?”
“A girlfriend cares a lot about someone, gives them lots of kisses, and does everything they can to make them happy,” you explain while hugging his nose. “So, that makes me your girlfriend!”
“And who exactly told you about this?” he inquires as you shower his grumpy face with tiny kisses.
“Small Lady! And Scruffy Boy said that you’re very lucky to have such a very pretty pixie as a girlfriend!”
“Did he now?” he growls softly, silver blue eyes narrowing as he rises from his seat.
Your fairy light blinks yellow as you watch him leave his room. The muffled voices stop as Pretty Boy marches downstairs…then, you hear the familiar sounds of spectral swords. You fly down the hall and dive towards Small Lady as both brothers fight among themselves in the office.
“So, that’s Dante’s brother?” she questions as Scruffy Boy dodges the spectral swords with some success.
“Yep! That’s Pretty Boy! Isn’t he dreamy?” you sigh as both brothers fight all across the office.
Small Lady looks up at you quizzically. “How did a grump like that end up with a small cutie like you?”
“I asked to be his fairy after he saved me and he accepted!”
“Aww, he saved you? How romantic!”
“Yeah!” you beam, fairy light glowing pink as you lead her up the stairs away from the brotherly bickering. “And I’ve been the bestest girlfriend ever since!”
Description: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?
Warnings: N/A
Posted: 03/04/2021
Tags: bts x reader, ot7
Fluff: 4,296 words
A/N: Woohoo! We finished the series!
They had almost completely redecorated the apartment, making it ultra-fairy friendly. It was like a paradise and you loved them even more for it.
Your dollhouse was perfect, and had more spots for you to hide in because you did need privacy (the bathroom was also completely closed in this one, thank goodness). It had it’s own power source and running water, and magic plumbing because they got it from fairy craftsmen. The stove worked, the fridge worked, and the bed was soft and plump.
They had more plush rugs around the house just in case you crashed (it happened), and way more house plants. Even a sauna-like terrarium for winter days.
Your room was decorated with new pictures, posters, and paintings.
And they’d rearranged their rooms, too. Jimin’s and Hoseok’s beds arranged to be more easily pushed together at a moment’s notice—something they were doing before even unpacking.
Yoongi brought in blankets and pillows as you tried to figure out what they were doing.
Jungkook and Taehyung brought in the TV and dvd player, and Seokjin brought in the table for it to rest on.
Then they all disappeared, Hoseok patting you on the head as he passed.
You looked around, frowning as you tried to figure out when they had agreed on a movie night, especially since you’d been with them the whole time….
Taehyung came back first, cleaned up and picking you up. Carrying you up the side of the bed and then setting you down as far as he could reach, but without reaching the crack. He was humming happily as he climbed onto the bed beside you, and wrapped you in his arms, making sure both of you were propped up for watching whatever movie it was that they had chosen. You hoped it wasn’t anything too intricate, after flying through timezones and since you were still adjusting.
Taehyung was running his fingers through your hair, playing with it. “It was really bad that first month,” He whispered.
You studied his face, seeing the invisible scars in the look in his eyes and the way they stared at nothing.
“The first day we were a mess, and just sort of…numb. But that night…Hobi-hyung was so angry and he picked a fight with Jin-hyung. I think Jin-hyung only went along with the fight because he didn’t want Hobi-hyungie doing it to us. I’ve never seen either of them like that. And then Namjoonie-hyung got involved, but he was also arguing instead of trying to settle it. Yoongi-hyung grabbed Jimin and Jungkook and dragged them out, but I wouldn’t let him pull me away. I was too worried about them.”
You hugged him tighter, still fixated on his micro-expressions.
“You know how Jin-hyung is, he’ll fight but then he’ll be the first to apologize…even if he doesn’t really understand why there was a fight in the first place. I mean, we all knew that it was because we lost you, but also…Hobi just…he wasn’t making any sense. He was angry, so angry. He ended up hitting Jin-hyung.”
You felt your eyes widen.
Tae finally looked at you, nodding slightly at your expression and then looking away at nothing again. “It got so quiet. Hobi-hyung had hit him in the face and Jin-hyung was on the floor. We all just stood there for…minutes. Jin-hyung didn’t try to get up, just holding his face where he had been hit, laying on the ground…” Tae shuddered. “Yoongi hyung was the first to move, going over and standing between Hobi and Jin. He didn’t say anything, just glared at Hoseok-hyung. Wouldn’t let him or Namjoon get close when they both started panicking and trying to see if Jin-hyung was okay. I went to him, and he finally got up. He pulled me to the fridge to grab an ice pack, then back to his room and we just…sat together. Listening to all of the crying in the house. I got angry at Hobi-hyung for hitting him, but Jin-hyung just shrugged. Said that Hobi didn’t mean it. That it was just because…because you were gone and none of us knew how to handle it.”
“I take it they made up,” You whispered.
He nodded. “Hoseokie-hyung hasn’t fully forgiven himself. He started going to his therapist regularly after talking with Jin-hyung that night. And we had our group discussion…but it was strange. Jin-hyung said he’d rather we blamed him than ourselves, because he could handle our wrath against him…but he couldn’t handle us hurting ourselves with that guilt. Yoongi hyung was so angry at that…told Jin to blame him if that’s what Jin wanted the rest of us to do. But Jin-hyung was so calm. All he said was that he didn’t blame himself, or any of our members.”
“Who did he blame?”
“I don’t know. He never would say, and we never could figure out who he was acting more coldly toward.”
You frowned slightly. “Maybe because it was someone he already acted coldly toward?”
“Maybe, but I still don’t know who that would be.”
You nodded slowly, a few ideas popping into your own head, but figuring it was better not to voice them. “What else happened?”
“Jiminie ran away,” Taehyung said, still sounding horrified from the event. Didn’t go home or anything. It’s dangerous for us, you know? And he’d been handling it so poorly that we panicked. We told the fans that he had gotten a cold and that the medicine made him hallucinate and he’d run away and they helped us find him. They were really nice about it too, they didn’t approach him or anything, even blocked a sassaeng fan. Jimin did end up sick, so it wasn’t a lie after that. Jimin wasn’t allowed to be alone after that. Namjoon stepped down from being the leader for a week—which was how long it took the rest of us to make him realize that none of us were equipped for that position. Jungkook got caught getting another tattoo and he pretty much was completely withdrawn. We were a mess.”
“No kidding,” You murmured. “And you?”
He chewed his lip. “I don’t know. I just felt so…helpless. But I guess I was the only one that Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung could keep a firm hold on. If I wasn’t with one, I was with the other. Even at night. Sometimes I spent the night with Jimin, if Jin-hyung was with one of the others while Yoongi-hyung was in the studio. Hobi hyung would sometimes let me cling to him at work if they weren’t around. I don’t know. It was all like a bad dream and if I could only grab hold of everyone the bad stuff would go away, but only a few people were letting my hold onto them.”
“My poor boys,” You whispered, grouping them together because you knew he didn’t want you saying poor him. “So hurt, so sad.”
“You were in the worst situation, though,” He whispered. “He hit you, y/n.”
You shrugged a little. “Only in the last two weeks.”
He grumbled unintelligibly, then seemed to remember something else. “Oh. Jungkookie also hit Jin-hyung. We didn’t hear about it until after, because we came home to find both of them holding ice-packs to injuries and Jungkook crying.”
You pushed yourself up to look at him in disbelief. “So…Jin hit him back?”
“Oh, they fought. Not for very long, but apparently they fought.”
You shook your head a bit. “Any other physical altercations?”
“Yoongi wrestling Jimin, but no one got hurt. I think Yoongi and Jin got into a couple fights behind closed doors.” Taehyung shivered and snuggled down into bed more. “It was a bad time.”
“No kidding,” You muttered, getting up and ignoring his whining. “I think I should talk to all of you in private. Between you and Jimin I’m very concerned and I just…I think I need to hear what happened from each of you.”
Taehyung bit his lip, but he nodded.
You ventured out, looking for who you could corner first.
Instead you were cornered by Jungkook.
You easily let him pick you up and carry you into his room, giggling softly at his jokes as he carried you in to keep him company while he finished getting ready for the night.
But you were pretty sure he knew why you were there.
“It wasn’t a big deal,” He said quietly. “Me hitting hyung. I was angry about something stupid and hyung was just trying to be there for me and we both misinterpreted what was happening and I hit him…and then…I was already so angry and it felt good to hit something and before I knew it I was swinging at him again. Then he was hitting back, but never trying to beat me, just trying to get me to snap out of it. I did, and he held onto me, and he went with me to the therapist the next day. It’s the only time it ever happened. We worked on redirecting my anger when it came up. I wasn’t nearly as bad as Jimin or Hobi-hyung. And Yoongi-hyung laid into me for fighting with Jinnie-hyung, but he backed off when Hyung talked to him. I think…even though Hobi-hyung and Jiminie-hyung reacted the worst…I think Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung had it the worst. They tried so hard to hold us all together. I’ve never seen Yoongi-hyung so actively desperate to bring us together as he was in those first few weeks. And…I don’t know. It definitely made me feel ashamed.”
You nodded slowly. “Anything else happen?”
Jungkook bit his lip.
“Jungkookie, I’m just trying to get a sense of what you all went through,” You told him softly.
He took a deep breath. “Namjoon-hyung. He spent too long in the studio and had to go to the hospital to get an I.V. because he was so dehydrated. And I think you already guessed that Jimin-hyung went off of food. We pretty much force-fed him meals, usually protein shakes were the most we could get him to consume willingly. He was just so…out of his mind with grief. He’d spent the first few nights you were gone researching what happened when a fairy was taken from the most loving home they had been in—not that he told us he did that until a couple months later when he was finally not acting crazy.”
You nodded again. “But you all took care of him. That’s the most important thing. You all took care of him.”
Jungkook’s eyes went to the sheet on his bed. “I should have helped more.”
“It’s over. You all made it. Maybe a little worse for wear, but you’re all alive and relatively healthy. That’s the most important.” You leaned in and kissed his nose because it was an adorable nose. And sure, maybe you wanted to be little and escape all of this sadness but you also figured there was plenty of time to be little in your future.
After you had finished talking with the boys.
Hoseok was the next you managed to corner, in Tae’s room since he was grabbing the boy’s pillow, and it must have been clear from your expression or the way you closed the door that you wanted to talk to him about something important because he definitely blanched and looked for a way to escape.
“Hobi,” You murmured pitifully, pouting. “Don’t tell me you’re already sick of me.”
He froze. “No, never, don’t even joke about that.”
“Then sit with me a moment?” You asked as softly as you could, talking as though to an animal that looked spooked, trying to calm him down back into your trust.
He was hesitant, maybe a little stiff, but he sat down on the end of the bed with you.
You took one of his hands in yours, just sort of feeling them. “I just wanted to find out, from you, what happened while I was gone. I’ve talked with some of the others…but I wanted to hear your story.”
He took a deep breath, his hand closing around one of yours and giving it a soft squeeze. “It was so quiet after you were gone, and I don’t think any of us knew what to do or say. Then Yoongi insisted on us being allowed to go home. Even after we got home…the silence was just unbearable and you…what was left of your presence was everywhere and I couldn’t stand that you weren’t there. I couldn’t believe they actually took you away from us. I wanted to cry but I just got angry. I got so angry. Because you were ours, a part of us, and you would forget us, but we would always, always remember. They were the ones who made us get you in the first place and then, after us being on board since the moment we met you, they made us let you go.”
You bit your lip.
“They made us let you go and…and if they had it their way we would never see you again and I couldn’t handle that. And I was so frustrated and heartbroken and Jin asked me if I wanted to eat and I…I really lost it. I’ve never been so terrified of myself.” He breathed in shakily. “I don’t know why I said those things. I don’t know why it was so important to me, it was just whether I felt like I could eat or not but at that time it felt like a complete judgement of my wellbeing. Whether I was okay or not and I wasn’t, and I argued with him. I argued and argued and Namjoon started arguing with both of us and I was just so frustrated and…I….” His voice cracked, and he looked away from you.
“You hit Jin,” You murmured.
He sobbed slightly and nodded. “I didn’t mean to. I would never hurt them. I hate fighting.”
“I know,” You whispered, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re our sunshine. And I know Jin forgave you. You were under a lot of stress.”
He just pressed his face into your shoulder, crying for a while.
You carded your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him while he cried and work through it all.
He took a breath finally, barely moving so that he could keep talking. “It was just…really hard to care about work when it was the reason we lost you. When they’re the ones who took you away. I never thought I’d have a time where I questioned the fans’ affection for us but I did. And then the others were struggling so much and I didn’t know how to help. Normally we know how to help each other. We’re so used to it. Usually it would be easy to distract Jimin, or cheer up Jungkook. Normally I could get Jin-hyung to joke with me, or get Yoongi to crack a smile. But…we were also used to you being there for us.”
“It must have been a scary time.”
He nodded slowly. “I think Namjoon thought it was his fault that you were taken away. Like, if he was a better leader then you would have still been with us. He pretty much completely retreated into himself. I know Jin-hyung dragged him out of the house to see the therapist, but other than that he was either in his room or in the studio until about two months ago. That was when we all sort of…came back together.”
“What brought that about?” You asked, curious. It sounded like they were all hot-messes, so you weren’t really able to picture any of them coming together.
Hoseok frowned slightly, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m still not sure. I was in my room with Taehyungie and then Jimin came in and said the others were waiting in the living room. But Namjoon did the talking at first.”
You nodded, carefully wiping the tears from his face. “I love you.”
He gave a sob-laugh and carefully pecked your lips. “Love you too. I’m going to wash my face again.”
You laughed softly. “I don’t blame you. I have to go corner Namjoon.”
“Good luck.”
Namjoon was easy to corner, and he opened up even more easily. “I think we were all blaming ourselves, and sometimes even blaming ourselves for loving you. It’d almost be like if we lost one of the members, we’d all go mad.”
You nodded. “And you spent a lot of time blaming yourself. Also you decided to throw yourself into your work and ended up making a hospital visit.”
He winced a little, rubbing his neck and giving you a sheepish smile. “Not my finest moment. Actually, there were a lot of moments like that after you were taken away.”
“Tae said you tried to step down from being leader.”
He groaned. “It was a nightmare. The members and Bang PD-nim all cornered me after a week and basically told me no, then showed me everything that they did wrong without me. I was fixing it for weeks.”
You laughed softly, sympathetic even if you didn’t completely know what went into it all. “You know they probably gave them extra things to mess up on purpose?”
He nodded. “It did occur to me that that might have been the case. I appreciate that they appreciate me.”
“Anything else happen that you want to tell me about?”
“Yoongi and Jin…I think they’re the only reason we didn’t completely fall apart. And I know I didn’t make it easy for them. Honestly, I think the only one who made it easy was Taehyung. I felt bad when I saw how much Tae was struggling and we had a small fight. I don’t even know that he would call it a fight, but Tae asked to stay with me in the studio and I was insistent on not letting him. He was crying when he left. I think he was trying to reach me, bring me back in. I didn’t let him and I know that hurt him a little.”
You sighed, moving over and cupping his face in your hands. “Joonie. You came back. You continued on as their leader, and all of you are together, and you all found me. Sort of.”
“You definitely found us first,” He answered, pulling your hands off of his face and instead drawing you closer so that he could hug you. He then kissed you somewhat chastely. “You’re the remedy to cure all ills.”
“Definitely not,” You answered, laughing a little. “Namjoon…when you all came together again…what started that?”
He shrugged. “I mean, I technically started it. I was the one to talk about us once we were all gathered…but it was strange how we all gathered. I only know that Jimin got Hoseok and Taehyung. The rest of us seemed to be there intuitively.”
You nodded, a sneaking suspicion that Yoongi or Jin or both of them had somehow managed to coordinate that. You fluttered a bit to reach his lips and place another kiss on them. “Good talk. I’m going to go hunt down a Yoongi or Jin.”
He grinned. “Good luck, baby.”
Jin was easier, since he just finished shaving and was completely unaware of you about to stop him and ask about the time while you were away.
“It was a little rough, but nothing we couldn’t handle. Why?”
“Because all of the others, Yoongi aside because I haven’t talked with him yet, have given me some stories about what happened the first two months after I was taken. It sounds like you had it really rough. Between Hoseok, Jungkook, and possibly Yoongi hitting you and wrestling Jimin to keep him from searching the town like a madman and dragging Namjoon to the psychiatrist….”
Jin looked uncomfortable, which you expected. He didn’t like talking about unpleasant things. He didn’t like dwelling on the unfortunate, he’d rather be happy.
You waited silently for him to say anything.
“Hoseok would have hit anything at that moment, I just happened to be the closest thing to hit. And Jungkook…well…we both provoked that. And Yoongi…he…he didn’t hit me. Not…not like that. His was more like when you cry when your overwhelmed and you try to fight against it. Except he did it to try not to cry. He wanted me to blame him so badly because he blamed himself and I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. It wasn’t his fault and I wouldn’t blame him for it. Life happens. Just like burnt pancakes. All we can do is hope the next pancake doesn’t burn since we have more experience now.” He shrugged.
“You’re okay?” You asked, hugging him.
He nodded. “I’m more than okay, especially now that they’re all happy again. I know it’s still going to be a rough for a while because we’ve got stuff to work through, but the biggest problem is resolved and we have each other to get through things with.”
“You and Yoongi arranged the meeting where you all came back together,” You said firmly.
He smiled and nodded. “Took us a week to set that up. Tae and Jungkook were easy. Hoseok was also ready. Jimin was starting to calm down and listen. Namjoon was talking again. Yoongi and I just carefully planned for everyone to meet in the living room. We really only told Jungkook and Jimin to come to the living room, and with Jungkook it was more like a ‘come cuddle with me because hyung needs you right now’. Namjoon came in and just seemed to think we were waiting to call a meeting because Yoongi was telling Jungkook that someday we would all come back together and I guess the timing was just…perfect. Especially since I was the one to talk to Namjoon about the group coming back together.”
“Sly oldest boys,” You whispered happily, smiling. “They’re so lucky they had you two.”
He smiled back.
“But it must have been exhausting.”
He laughed a bit and nodded. “Yeah. Really exhausting. Yoongi and I would crash in the same bedroom at night sometimes just to complain about how tiresome trying to wrangle them were.”
You giggled, imagining both of them just grumbling until they fell asleep. “Know where Yoongi is?”
He shook his head. “No clue. But he might be in with the others already.”
You nodded. “Help me drag him out if he is?”
“Anything for you.”
Yoongi was in the room, looking confused at Jungkook who was blocking him. “I thought we were watching a movie?”
“After you talk to me, we are,” You replied before Jungkook could. “I don’t expect it to take too long. Seokjinnie’s didn’t.”
Jin stole a kiss for the use of the nickname and the cutesy voice.
Yoongi apprehensively took your outstretched hand and followed you back to his room, sitting with you.
“I just wanted to ask you about the first couple of months after I was taken away,” You said carefully. “Everyone had a bit of a rough time. Jin mentioned that you blamed yourself.”
Yoongi didn’t look at you. “If I had kept my mouth shut about you changing sizes—”
“Then they would have found out some other way,” You quickly cut him off. “That fansign wasn’t the first time they tried to get me in front of a crowd with you boys, it was just the first time they succeeded. Because I didn’t have a choice that time. And you’re one of the ones we get to thank for all of us being together again.”
Yoongi looked at you, meeting your gaze. “You’re…you’ve grown a lot this time.”
You wrinkled your nose. “I really haven’t, I’m just really worried about all of you. Even though most of the things to worry about have passed. I just…I want everyone to recover and know that everything that happened may have happened for a reason. To help you all grow, maybe, or…or maybe to help your fans see that it’s okay for you to have me. That I’m a part of all of you now.”
He laughed silently, then pulled you closer. “You can be small now, little wing. It’s okay. I think now that you’re here a lot of things will get better.”
You felt a little relief wash over you, and you shrunk to the size of a small child, letting him pick you up and carry you back toward the room. “You’re okay?”
“Yeah. Just…hold onto me a little longer,” He said with surprisingly frankness, but as quietly as he could.
So you held onto him tighter, letting him carry you to your designated spot on the bed and telling them you wouldn’t let go when they complained about wanted a spot next to you, and that they could have the spot after the movie.
There was still a lot left unsaid, but you didn’t feel like crying anymore. And if you did feel like crying, you didn’t have to hide your tears.
The bond between them was stronger than ever.
And no one would ever take you from them again.
You would always be loved, and you would always love them.
FACECLAIM: Here’s a portrait I made using Artbreeder:
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: Just barely 5 inches in pixie form, 5 feet in human form.
WEIGHT: Light as a feather in pixie form, lightweight in human form.
BUILD: Lithe and slender.
HAIR: long, soft, and platinum blond. Usually braided with tiny flowers, but it comes down past her bottom when loose.
SKIN: White. Smooth and sunkissed from daily naps under the sun.
EYES: Purple like lilac flowers.They’re a bit wide and always seem to sparkle with mirth and mischief. Long eyelashes.
MOUTH: Small mouth with plump lips. Perfectly straight teeth and pure white.
NOSE: Small and rounded with a cute point at the tip and small nostrils.
HANDS: Small with short fingernails.
FEET: Small and dainty with short nails.
SCARS: None.
CLOTHES: Colorful dresses handmade from real flowers, but she prefers to be nude with a sprinkling of her fairy dust on her body most of the time
OTHER FEATURES: She has 2 pairs of iridescent wings much like a dragonfly.
OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES: She has a “fairy light” that changes color depending on her current mood.
Speech
VOICECLAIM: To be determined.
ACCENT: Fairly neutral.
VERBAL TICS: She has a tendency to repeat words when she’s overly excited about something. And she stumbles over her words when taken by surprise.
LANGUAGE: She can speak all known languages so long as she can hear it verbally first thanks to a little fairy magic.
ARTICULATION: She can be a little clumsy with words while explaining things but she does so on purpose sometimes if she’s hoping to get the upper hand in a deal.
EDUCATION: She prefers to use short and simple words but she’s learned a few big words that are hard for her to pronounce correctly.
LAUGHTER: Sounds like the tinkling of tiny bells in the wind, and she laughs and giggles a lot everyday.
GRUMP: She pouts, grumbles, and sneers whenever she’s annoyed or angry.
BREATHING: She gasps, humphs, and sighs a lot.
Mannerisms
FACE: She has a very expressive face and has a hard time hiding emotions on her face unless she’s working out a deal...then she has the best damn poker face in existence.
HANDS: She makes a lot of hand gestures whenever she’s excited or mad. Lots of arm crossing, finger wagging, curious poking, and happy clapping.
LEGS/FEET: She kicks her feet sometimes while flying and stomps her foot down when she’s angry.
EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: Her capricious nature makes her very prone to emotional outbursts. Crying and yelling when she’s upset and laughing and bouncing around when she’s happy.
HABITS: She likes to hum sometimes while hunting for lost trinkets and sing lullabies while making flower dresses.
POSTURE: She tends to slump a little while standing or sitting, but her posture straightens out whenever she’s very happy, angry, or taken by surprise.
WALKING POSTURE: She skips around gleefully when she’s in good, but she tends to stomp around when she’s in a bad mood.
SITTING POSTURE: She likes to sit with her legs crossed beneath her with a slouched posture.
PERSONAL SPACE: She doesn't have much of a personal bubble and tends to encroach on others’ personal space without realizing it.
SPACIAL AWARENESS: She’s really good at noticing what’s around her thanks to her constant hunt for the next best trinket.
OTHER: Her fairy light changes color depending on her mood. And her fairy wings tend to snap out when she’s surprised, droop when she’s feeling down, and flutter faster when they're buzzing with rage.
Health
DIET: Two words: liqueur and sweets! She loves fruity wines and sugary treats...it’s not really healthy and definitely not a well-balanced diet but pixies have an extremely high metabolism. She rarely eats vegetables and scoffs at anything boring and bitter.
SLEEP: She takes a lot of short naps throughout the day. Pixies don’t sleep for very long unless they’re completely exhausted. Many of her dreams consist of brave adventures with her trusty steed (a rat named Sir Hawthrone) and romantic dances with Pretty Boy (Vergil).
EXERCISE: Not very much but flying around and searching through all the nooks and crannies for lost trinkets is a bit of an exercise!
ACTIVITY: She works hard when she wants to, especially if she’s really excited about something...that’s usually when she pushes herself to exhaustion. But she can be pretty lazy some days...it all just depends on her mood at the moment.
CLEANLINESS: She bathes in the morning dew she creates every morning for her flowers. But sometimes she takes a shower with Pretty Boy when he’s not looking…!
ODOUR: Like a meadow of sweet flowers by a tranquil pond.
MEDICINAL DRUGS: No.
NARCOTICS: No.
ADDICTIONS: No...unless you count the obsessive need to make deals and having a sweet tooth as an addiction.
ILLNESS: No.
INJURIES: No.
PARASITES: No.
OTHER: To be determined.
Personal
INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: She’s an exuberant extrovert. Lil Pea doesn’t let her small size get in the way of being social and outgoing, especially when it comes to things that pique her curiosity.
OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Definitely an optimist.
GENDER: Female.
SEXUALITY: She has no set preference in regards to sex and/or gender. So long as they’re a very nice person with a kind soul. Any display of intentional cruelty or just general “meanie-ness” will make her look the other way.
ROMANTIC: Absolutely loves all the romance!
MEMORY: She has a very chaotic memory, usually wavering between highly accurate to absurdly silly.
PLANNING: She’s a terrible planner and just leaps right into things with a wide grin.
PENSIVE: She doesn’t spend a lot of time pondering about life...she’d much rather live in the now and not then or yet to come.
INTUITION: She has really good intuition so long as she isn’t figuring things out on an empty stomach.
PROBLEM SOLVING: She’s very good at solving puzzles and problems so long as it's very clever or in rhyming form.
GOALS: To find the greatest lost trinket in the world!
INSECURITIES: She thinks her wings aren’t as pretty as some of the other fairies with their beautiful butterfly wings. But she hides her insecurities well behind her cute and bubbly personality.
ACHIEVEMENTS: She’s very proud of her trinket collection and her ability to make Pretty Boy blush!
ANXIETY: Being trapped like a bug in a jar and Pretty Boy being in danger makes her super anxious.
OVERWHELMED: She only feels like things are too much when she’s stressed out.
SELF-HELP: She simply ignores her problems and moves on with life.
COMFORTS: Liquor, sweet treats, naps among the flowers, and Pretty Boy kisses.
BAD HABITS: She tends to exaggerate a lot which sometimes leads to more problems.
PHILOSOPHY: Not religious but does follow the creed of all fairies: always seek to make clever deals through trickery and under no circumstances are you to break a deal.
TRIGGERS: Glass jars and bird cages.
The Past
PARENTS/GUARDIANS: She doesn’t have parents per se...more like a mysterious guardian who brought her into existence with powerful magic. And they get along very well but haven’t seen each other in over a millennium.
SCHOOL: She never went to school...unless you count causing mischief a few times during some classes to make children laugh at the teacher’s expense.
ADOLESCENCE: She was never an adolescent.
LEAVING HOME: It was very exciting for her the first time since she’s always heard how much the mortal realm can be! But then she became a permanent resident when she escaped from the mages holding her captive.
FURTHER EDUCATION: She never went to college but wouldn’t mind causing some mischief there too.
FIRST JOB: She helped her guardian with his garden by tending to the flowers. She enjoyed putting dew on the blooms every morning and healing to sickly buds with her bell-like singing.
LIFE EVENTS: Making a deal with one of the Princes of the Seelie Court definitely brought more cheer into her life. But having that same Prince fail to protect her when she got captured by mages and enduring captivity brought pain and sorrow. And now finding a new protector has renewed her hope and continues to bring her joy every day.
WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: She was captured by mage and held prisoner for various vile experiments.
BEST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: Pretty Boy kissed her back.
LESSONS: Never trust someone solely on their looks...you must peer into their soul and judge them by their spirit. Never hide in the dark alone. Don’t eat too much strawberry ice cream or else you’ll suffer from the worst stomach EVER! And it only takes one fairy’s sugar to make Pretty Boy smile and sometimes blush!
LOOKING BACK: If Lil Pea could re-play her life and do something differently, she would’ve not joined the Prince’s revelry in the mortal world that fateful day.
Relationships
FAMILY: The crew at Devil May Cry are pretty much her family now.
FRIENDSHIPS: She has a lot of friends! Most of them are critters living in and around the shop...but they’re very loyal and love to go on adventures with her.
FRIENDS IN NEED: She will always be there for her friends with fairy dust to cheer them up...she’ll also offer to even the score if someone is the source of her friend’s troubles. This usually involves some elaborate pranks and tiny raspberries right in their face.
NEEDING A FRIEND: She usually seeks the comfort of her flowers and critter friends first...but sometimes she’ll go to her human friends when she needs help or advice. It just depends on her mood at the time.
ANNOYANCES: She gets annoyed very easily but reciprocates with swift pranks and raspberries right in the face when really irked.
ROMANCE: She’s a bit overt with her advances and has no problem giving her romantic interest pretty gifts. She’s attracted to people with a good and just soul...and being tall and strong doesn’t hurt either.
MARITAL PROBLEMS: She’s not married but she’d probably ignore the problem until forced to deal with it...and then her capriciousness would take over and it’ll either turn out very good or very bad but confusing nonetheless.
ADVERSARIES: She doesn’t like big meanies who ruin all the fun!
ENEMIES: Anyone who would hurt Pretty Boy or defenseless animals and children is an enemy to her. She also gets VERY angry when flowers are needlessly destroyed.
STRANGERS: She tends to hide from strangers since you never know if they’re real nice or a big meanie!
FUN STUFF: She loves to sing, dance, pull pranks, hunt for lost trinkets, make pretty dresses, and feast on all the sweets and booze!
DATING: She loves to dance with her romantic partner and will always be ready for a feast with good booze. But she finds a stroll among the flowers and fireflies at night very romantic.
BEST FRIEND: Her trusty rat steed, Sir Hawthorne...but Scruffy Boy and Sweet Lady have become close friends too!
LOVE: Her devilish protector will always have her tiny heart.
WORST ENEMY: Anyone who has terrible manners and harms flowers or Pretty Boy.
Interactions
MINGLING: She gets along with others so long as they have good manners and aren’t big meanies!
COMFORT LEVELS: She’s comfortable talking to people but will steer the conversation by any means necessary if they stumble upon a touchy subject. The only time she’s uncomfortable is when people ask too many questions or focus too much on the past and future.
PHYSICAL: She’s very touchy-feely! Loves to give hugs and poke noses no matter her size at the moment.
GROUPS: She’s comfortable in a big group so long as she knows everybody, but even that doesn’t stop her since she’s very good at hanging around while not being noticed. But sometimes she wants to spend time alone with one or two people who’ll give her plenty of attention.
OPENNESS: She opens up very easily up to a certain extent. It’ll take some patience and gentle prying to get her to talk openly up about her past.
GENEROSITY: She likes to give gifts to those who prove a friend to the Fae. She’d gladly lend money to a friend...so long as they make a deal with her in return. And it makes her very happy to receive gifts from others.
JEALOUSY: Anyone that takes her Pretty Boy’s attention away from her makes her feel incredibly jealous! But pulling a few pranks on the offender always makes her feel better.
TEMPER: She’s easily worked up thanks to the capricious nature of pixies.
EMPATHY: She can empathize but sometimes she doesn’t understand the reasons behind some mortal’s feelings, which leads to a misunderstanding if no one explains.
AFFECTION: Lots of hugs and “fairy’s sugar” with the occasional gift or helping hand with her fairy dust.
DISTASTE: Her fairy light will flash red as she blows many raspberries right in their face...and a few pranks if she REALLY dislikes someone.
ETIQUETTE: She has very good manners just like any fairy worth their salt! But most mortals don’t know the proper etiquette of the Fae...which may look very rude and inappropriate to them.
RESPONSIBILITY: She doesn’t like to admit when she’s wrong but will face the music when it all falls apart. Then, she’ll try to make up for her mistakes by any means possible.
SELF ESTEEM: She’s always had to stick up for herself until meeting the Prince since many of the Fae treat fairies born through non-fairy magic like her very poorly.
CONFIDENCE: She’s very confident in herself and her abilities despite being treated differently from her own kind.
HONESTY: She always speaks her mind unless she’s up to some mischief or feels that it might upset someone.
LEADER OR FOLLOWER: She’s a little of both. She usually follows but can take the lead if needed.
PARTY TRICKS: She’s an expert trinket finder, flower dressmaker, and can put dew on all the flowers in a meadow before the first ray of sunrise! And she also knows how to make pretty half devils blush.
PRAISE: Compliments and praise make her fairy light turn pink with joy.
FAILURES: Her capricious attitude can be irritating to some but her constant need to pull pranks is highly annoying.
CRITICISM: She doesn’t take criticism very well...she’d either burst into tears or swear pretty pixie vengeance on the unfortunate critic!
INSULTS: It depends on who’s insulting her. She’ll fire back with one of her inventive insults at some, but then get teary eyed at others.
EMBARRASSMENT: She’s not easily embarrassed but it still happens whenever she’s taken by surprise. Her fairy light turns pink and red as she scurries away to hide whenever she’s embarrassed.
FLIRTING: She’s VERY flirty...absolutely adores the way people light up and blush at her cute compliments.
ATTENTION SPAN: She has a very short attention span and tends to get easily distracted.
SITUATIONS: She’s very good at breaking up difficult situations but has a hard time dealing with them through patient conversation.
Life
CAREER: Expert trinket finder and very pretty pixie for Pretty Boy! It’s a very fulfilling career for a fairy.
PROMOTION: She’s eyeing the promotion known as “girlfriend” at the moment.
BOSS: She has a great relationship with her boss so long as she doesn’t tease him too much.
DUTY: She assists Pretty Boy with her unique talents and magical fairy dust.
TECH: She has no idea how to use modern technology but would find it very fascinating if she ever gave it a try!
POLITICS: Not political at all.
COMBAT SKILLS: She’s very good at blinding people with her fairy dust and is proficient in mounted combat on her ratty stead with her needle sword.
HOME: She keeps her personal space very tidy and filled with many different flowers.
DAILY LIFE: She goes through her day-to-day tasks with an eager wonder of unknown adventures that might happen along the way.
INDEPENDENCE: Very independent since escaping the mages to live in the human world.
COOKING: She can’t really cook but loves to help from time to time by sprinkling her fairy dust over food.
BUILDING: She can’t do basic DIY but she tries to help with her fairy magic!
CLEANING: She always tries to keep her personal space clean but her fairy dust remains always present all over her pile of flowers where she usually sleeps.
SHOPPING: She doesn’t really shop due to her small stature and shyness around a group of strangers, but she likes to accompany her friends on shopping trips. But if she ever got her hands on some funds while in her bigger form...Ooh she’d be the most impulsive buyer in the human world!
DRIVING: She doesn’t know how to drive but it always looked like so much fun whenever she rode in the van with Crazy Lady and Baby Boy!
FINANCES: She has the biggest trinket hoard in all the shop! But she doesn’t quite understand why mortals value pieces of paper with pictures of old people.
MARRIAGE: Not married. She doesn’t know why mortals need a huge ceremony to spend eternity together, but she loves all the pretty dresses and flowers at weddings!
KIDS: No kids. And she has no plans to have kids herself, but she loves to make children smile and laugh with her mischievous antics.
PETS: No pets.
DEPENDANTS: No.
LAW: To human standards? Definitely. But to fairy standards? No.
COURT: She’s never been to court.
PRISON: No.
TRAVELLING: She’s been to many places around various worlds and different realities.
MEDICAL: She doesn’t trust doctors and always makes sure to have an apple on hand whenever someone needs to keep them away.
ILLNESS: No.
WORRIES: She worries for Pretty Boy whenever nightmares plague his dreams at night.
PEACE: She doesn’t mind peace and quiet but there’s music in the air around her thanks to her own whimsical singing.
PARTYING: She LOVES to go out partying whenever possible! There’s nothing like a good revel with lively music and vast feasts!
HOBBIES: She collects lost trinkets, makes dresses out of flowers, and finds mischief in the unlikeliest places!
This lil fairy drabble is a gift for my sweet friend and fellow harem sister, @drusoona! 🎉🥳🎊
Devil May Cry has never been more lively since you, the resident pixie, moved in and made it your comfy home. Pretty Boy is bestest protector a fairy could ask for, pulling pranks on Scruffy Boy is a lot of fun, and there’s always something new to discover in every nook and cranny.
But the best adventures happen when you come across new friends in unexpected places.
“I’ve brought more flowers.”
You dash out of your trinket box as Vergil enters his room. “Yayyyyy!” you cheer he sets the lovely bouquet down on his desk. “Thanks, Pretty Boy!” you gush, fairy light glittering pink as you flutter over to give his nose a sweet kiss.
Vergil smiles softly. “Anything for my fairy,” he replies, softly chuckling as your fairy light turns a darker shade of pink. “I’ll just be downstairs if have need of me,” he informs while turning to leave.
“And I’ll be making the prettiest dressy!”
You dive into the pile of blooms with an excited giggle as the bedroom door closes soft of click. Your fairy light shines yellow as peruse the flowers, softly humming while picking out your favorites to make dresses and hats. You inspect bluebells, tulips, daisies, violets, daffodils, columbines, roses…
Ribbet!
Your fairy light blinks red with surprise at the strange sound. What was that? you wonder while looking around the room.
Ribbet!
You turn towards the sound and tilt your tiny head as a pink water lily. “Hello? Are you a talking flower?” you ask curiously while pushing its petals aside.
Ribbet!
“Oh!” you gasp, fairy light glowing pink as you smile down at the little green frog hiding in the flower. “Hello! I’m a Peaseblossom! Who are you?”
Ribbet!
“Aww, that’s a lovely name! Do you wanna be friends?”
Ribbet!
“Yipeeeeeee!” you exclaim, fairy light glimmering through many colors as the little frog hops out of the water lily. “We’re going to have so much fun!” you declare while leading your new friend to your trinket box. “I have the perfect gift for you!”
Ribbet?
“Yeah! We’re friends now!” you explain before digging through your trinket box. “Ah ha!” you exclaim, pulling out a tiny crown made of gold metal. “I dub thee Prince Hops-A-Lot!” you announce while putting the crown on the little frog’s head.
Ribbet! Ribbet!
“I’m glad you like it! But you’re right…it needs to be just as cute as you!”
Your fairy light blinks yellow in thought before glowing brightly with a brilliant idea. You zip around the pile of flower, plucking various petals before sprinkling them with your fairy dust. Then, you will the power of your fairy dust to form each petal into a tiny flower. Your fairy light shines pink as you adorn your new friend’s crown with a colorful array of blossoms.
“There! A crown fit for a cute froggy prince!”
Ribbet!
You giggle happily as the little frog hops around you in joyful celebration. “Well, what do you wanna do first? There’s a lot more trinkets to find…or we can see what Pretty Boy is up to!”
Ribbet?
“Oh, Pretty Boy is protector!” you explain while taking a seat next to his froggy highness. “He looks after me and gives me lots of pretty flowers and sweet treats.”
Ribbet! Ribbet! Ribbet!
“Oh, I’m sure he didn’t realize that he picked up your bed! I’ll make sure he apologizes for that,” you reassure your new friend with a sweet smile.
Ribbet!
“That’s right! It’s not all bad…you’ve made new friend!” you beam while hugging the newly crowned frog.
Your fairy light blinks red with alarm as the bedroom door swings open to reveal a concerned Pretty Boy. “I heard some commotion…are you well, Peaseblossom?”
“Oh, I’m fine!” you respond while patting the little frog’s slick back. “I was just making a new friend!”
Vergil quirks his brow. “And just how did this frog end up in my bedroom?”
“Prince Hops-A-Lot was sleeping in that flower,” you inform while pointing to the pink water lily.
Vergil furrows his brow. “Ah…I didn’t realize…”
“Don’t worry, Prince Hops knows that you meant no harm,” you assure, fairy light glowing pink as you snuggle your new friend.
Ribbet!
“Oh yes! He wants you to apologize for taking him from his home,” you interpret with an encouraging smile and wide glossy eyes.
Vergil is taken aback. Apologize…to a frog? But as he looks down at your hopeful face, he realizes that you can communicate with this frog…and if he were ripped out his home, he would be very cross as well. So, he pushes his pride to the side for your sake and bows his head before muttering the words he never thought he would utter to a crowned frog.
“I apologize for taking you from your home.”
Prince Hops-A-Lot stares up at him in silence, then the little frog lets out a loud croak of…acceptance perhaps?
“Aww, he forgives you!” you translate while snuggling with your new friend.
Vergil blinks at the absurdity of this moment before offering recompense. “I can return…Prince Hops, was it?”
“Prince Hops-A-Lot!” you correct, fairy light gleaming pink with affection.
Vergil tilts his head at the odd name but makes no comment. “I can return Prince Hops-A-Lot to his home if he so pleases.”
Ribbet! Ribbet!
“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea! We can go swimming, catch some buggies, and take a nap on the lily pads!” you exclaim while your wings buzz with excitement.
Vergil smiles softly at your enthusiastic cheering. “Very well, just hop into the water lily with your new friend and I’ll take you on a little afternoon adventure.”
Your fairy light shines brightly with anticipation as you follow Prince Hops-A-Lot and make yourself cozy in the water lily’s petals. “I told ya we were gonna have so much fun!” you whisper elatedly to your newly crowned friend.
Ribbet!
Your small lips curl into a happy grin as Pretty Boy picks up the flower. “Yeah! It’s gonna be the bestest adventure!”
This lil fairy drabble is a gift for my good friend and fellow harem sister, @bettybattaglia! 🎉🥳🎊
You’re digging through your trinket box when you hear the front door of the shop open. An excited squeal leaves your lips as you zoom out of the room, looking forward to getting an even bigger trinket box that Pretty Boy promised to give to you. But instead, you spot Pretty Lady sitting on the couch and holding a hand mirror in front of her face while putting some kind of powder on her cheeks.
You quickly dim your fairy light as you fly over to the couch before hovering quietly in the air. You tilt your tiny head at the odd assortment of colorful powders inside a small bag. “Ooooh!” you exclaim, fairy light glowing yellow as you wonder what they could be. “Whatcha doin’, Pretty Lady?” you inquire while drifting into view just above her head.
Pretty Lady looks up at the sound of your twinkling voice. “Hey there, Sweet Pea!” she greets you with a radiant smile as you inspect the powdery brush with interest. “I’m just touching up my makeup before Dante and Vergil get back from whatever they’re doing,” she informs while examining her face in the hand mirror before closing it.
Your fairy light blinks a couple times in thought. “What’s makeup?”
“It’s a bunch of different products that help bring out your natural beauty,” she explains while pulling out an array of strange items from the small bag.
“Wow! So many colors!” you gush, fairy light flickering pink as you land on the couch for closer inspection. “What’s this?” you ask, pointing to a small container filled with sparkly blue powder.
“That’s eyeshadow,” she replies while reaching for the small container. “You brush it over your eyes,” she adds, turning it over to reveal an illustration with some instructions.
“Ooooooh!” Your fairy light shines brighter with understanding. “I had no idea you could put pretty shadows on your eyes!” you exclaim, clapping your hands excitedly before moving onto the next strange makeup. “And what about this?” you ask while pointing to a shiny black tube.
“That’s lipstick.” Pretty Lady opens the strange tube and gives it a little twist. “It adds color to your lips…see?” She shows you the red stick inside the tube before swiftly applying it to her lips in one seamless motion. Your fairy light flickers curiously as you watch her kiss the back of her hand and show you the imprint of her red lips.
“Ooooh!” you gasp, fairy light flashing red in surprise. “It leaves a kissy mark!” you exclaim with a happy giggle while doing a little somersault in the air. Your fairy light glitters pink and yellow as you flutter up and touch the kiss mark on the back of Pretty Lady’s hand. Some of the red lipstick smears onto your tiny fingers, making you squeal in delight as a devious pixie ploy forms in your mind.
“Do you wanna trade one of your lippy sticks for one of my trinkets?” you inquire with as much charm as you can muster. “Pease?” you implore sweetly while clasping your tiny hands in front of your chest.
Pretty Lady’s cheery face softens as she puts the red lipstick back down on the couch. “Aww! You don’t have to give me anything!” she replies with a small wave as she searches around inside her small makeup bag. “Here! You can have one of the samples I got from a boutique,” she offers while holding out a tiny fairy sized tube of red lipstick between her thumb and forefinger.
“Oh wow!” Your fairy light flits between multiple colors as you accept her gracious offer with a happy smile. “Thanks, Pretty Lady!” you exclaim, fairy light glowing pink as you hug the fairy lippy stick close to your chest.
“How could I refuse such a sweet pea like you!” she coos, making you giggle as she puts all of her makeup back into the small bag.
Pretty Lady is about to say something else when the front door of the shop bursts open, which gives you the perfect opportunity to slip away unnoticed. The brand new trinket box you were eagerly awaiting has now been forgotten as you hurry back to Pretty Boy’s room. You hide your new trinket among the pile of fresh flowers on the desk and wait until later that night to enact your mischievous plan…
(In the Morning...)
Vergil wakes up and warily looks around the room when you don’t greet him with your usual cheery smile. He slips out of bed before putting on his robe, still seeing no sign of you or the glow of your fairy light. The notable absence of a certain prankish pixie usually leads to some kind of mischief, but as to what that mischief could be…he wonders at the possibilities while making his way down to the kitchen for his morning coffee.
Dante is oddly silent as he walks past his desk, but when he passes by again with coffee in hand…Vergil notices that his little brother is trying very hard to hide his laughter, but the subtle shaking of his shoulders gives him away. “And what, pray tell, do you find so amusing this early in the morning?” he grumbles with a frown while glaring at his brother from the foot of the stairs.
“I uh…had no idea…you were such a lady’s man, Verg,” Dante stammers out in between his laughing fit while pointing at his older brother’s face. “Lil’ Blossom got ya good!” he adds with a cheeky grin before his rowdy laugh bellows through the shop.
Vergil eyes widen at the implication of his brother’s words and quickly rushes up the stairs to investigate his face in the bathroom mirror. And it’s there, in his reflection, that he finally sees what has his brother so tickled: it almost looks as if he’s come down with a bad case of chickenpox. But upon closer inspection, he figures out that this isn’t a malady at all…every inch of face, from furrowed brow to snarling mouth, is covered with tiny red kiss marks.
“PEASEBLOSSOM!”
“Yeah?” you respond brightly as you come out of hiding, fairy light glowing pink as you bat your eyelashes.
Vergil’s brow twitches irritably at your chipper tone. “What’s the meaning of this?” he demands while staring up at your sweet but most certainly not innocent eyes.
You cover your mouth with one small hand and softly giggle at his request. “You said that I can sleep in your hair,” you begin, fairy light flickering yellow as you hover closer towards his scowling face. “But you never said that I couldn’t pull any pranks while you slept!” you exclaim with a small squeal while tumbling in the air.
Vergil huffs indignantly as you twirl around his head in victory, fairy light shimmering between various colors as your twinkling laughter rings around his ears. He grabs a nearby washcloth and starts washing his face with soap and warm water. The tiny kiss marks streak across his skin as he aggressive rubs his cheek over and over until it’s completely clean.
“Aww…you don’t like my fairy sugar?” you whimper while pooching your lower lip.
Vergil spots your blue fairy light in the mirror as he moves onto his other cheek. He usually detests seeing your teary eyes, but the sad act won’t work on him this time as he simply ignores your pleading face. Your fairy light flashes orange as you cross your arms while sticking your nose up high in the air.
“Well, if you don’t like my fairy sugar on your face…” you trail off, fairy light flashing yellow before glowing pink and red as you fly in close to his ear. “Then I’ll just leave them somewhere else next time!” you whisper with a flirty wink. You blow a kiss towards his reflection, sending some fairy dust to burst into a glittery heart around his grumpy face.
Vergil glowers at you suspiciously. “You will do no such-!”
You’re already zooming away with a mischievous giggle before he finishes his angry command. Vergil lets out an aggravated growl as he shakes his head at your ridiculous antics. But his lips curl into a small smirk as he continues to wash every single small token of your affection, silently commending his very pretty pixie’s craftiness at getting the better of a Son of Sparda.
You hold up your end of the deal and pull a most devious prank.
Chapter 19: Doing The Impossible
Inspired by my chats with @exsultry! 🌺😊🌺
A couple of days pass until you enact your very clever fairy ploy. Pretty Boy serves as a distraction by getting Scruffy Boy out of the office for an hour…just enough time for you to sprinkle everything with your fairy dust! You fly all around the bottom floor of the shop and coat all the piles of trash, the desk, and the corner bar with your magical glitter that sticks like glue.
You hide behind one of the bars of the banister upstairs as soon as you are done with your sprinkling and wait for a few minutes. Your fairy light dims when the front door swings open, and you hold your mouth shut to keep from laughing at Scruffy Boy’s loud shouting. You peek around and see Pretty Boy chuckling softly with a smirk on his face as he takes a seat on the couch, which happens to be the only thing not covered with your fairy dust.
Scruffy Boy complains under his breath as he starts throwing away the piles of glittery trash. His soft mutterings get louder and louder the more he cleans, full on voicing his frustration by the time he gets behind his desk. “This is insane,” he grumbles while trying to scrap the sticky fairy dust off one corner. “I don’t clean…and this STUFF doesn’t come OFF!” he growls, desperately scrubbing the desk faster while his brother laughs quietly on the couch.
You duck back behind the banister as the front door swings open again but you do catch a glimpse of two ladies walking into the shop. Both of their footsteps stop a little way into the office, giving you an opening to take a closer look: one lady is very tall and blond while the other has dark hair and one red eye. Oh wow…they’re pretty like the bikini ladies! You wonder if they are friendly towards pixies as you take to the air quietly, hovering high above Scruffy Boy’s head until just the right moment to introduce yourself.
“What the hell happened here?” the tall blond lady asks while walking around the shop and crossing her arms.
“It looks like a stripper exploded or something,” the dark-haired lady quips with a tilt of her head.
Scruffy Boy lets out a dry laugh as he sits back in his chair, which gives you the perfect opportunity to introduce yourself. Your wings flutter faster while he talks, sprinkling your fairy dust in a big cloud right on top of his head. “Believe me…an exploding stripper would’ve been a lot more interesting than-”
He stops short as soon as your fairy dust lands with a glittery poof right on top of his unkempt hair. Both ladies blink in surprise while Scruffy Boy looks up at you with an annoyed glare. You wave down at him playfully while your pink fairy light blinks mischievously, which gets the attention of the pretty ladies as they both stare up in awe. Pretty Boy glances up from his book and gives you a small secretive grin before going back to his reading as if nothing is amiss.
The tall blond lady squints up at you. “What the-”
The dark-haired lady’s eyes widen in surprise. “Is that a-”
You zoom down towards the dark-haired lady. “Hiya Pretty Lady!” you greet with a graceful flip in the air and a toothy grin. “I’m a Peaseblossom!”
“Aww! You’re so adorable!” Pretty Lady gushes as you twirl around her head, making sure to show off your charming glow and sparkling body.
“Pff! Don’t let ‘em fool ya,” Scruffy Boy warns while shaking fairy dust off his head. “They’ll eat all your ice cream and make a mess outta your office if you’re not careful!”
Your fairy light turns orange as you blow a small raspberry in his direction. “I said I was sorry!” you contend while stomping your tiny foot impatiently. “And you’re the one that told me to do my worst, Scruffy Boy!” you remind him with an annoyed huff, fairy light glimmering yellow as you cross your small arms and stick your nose high in the air.
“Wait…” Scruffy Boy pauses his shaking and quirks an eyebrow at you. “This is your prank?”
“Not just any prank!” You fly over and land on the deck before launching into a brief explanation. “I offered to show you how I can make you do the impossible, and you accepted the deal by swearing upon your name!” you exclaim proudly, fairy light shuffling through a few colors before popping back to its usual shade of pink.
The tall blond lady raises a well-trimmed brow. “You made a deal with a fairy?” she questions with a dumbfounded glare.
Scruffy Boy shrugs. “It didn’t seem like a bad idea at the time…” he admits with a sour grumble, brushing off more of your fairy dust from his red jacket.
“I don’t understand,” Pretty Lady shakes her head as she looks around the shop before going on, “what does covering everything with glitter have to do with making Dante do something impossible?”
Pretty Boy looks up from his book. “Dante never cleans, and yet here he is,” he trails off while gesturing around the office with one hand, bringing everyone’s attention to your masterful plan. “Taking out the trash and scrubbing every inch of the office.”
A brief silence hangs in the air as they all realize that you have indeed managed to achieve the impossible. Scruffy Boy holds his face in his hands while mumbling about getting tricked by a pipsqueak fairy while both pretty ladies burst out laughing. You take off from the desk and giggle along with them, tumbling in the air while your fairy light flickers through multiple hues victoriously.
“Oh wow!” Pretty Lady marvels with an impressed grin. “That’s pretty devious…I like it!”
“Yeah,” the tall blond lady concurs with a nod. “Not bad for a pixie.”
“Aww!” You surround your hovering form with glittery hearts while striking a cute pose. “Thanks, Sparkly Lady!”
“The name’s Trish,” she corrects with a flip of her long blond hair. “But I suppose Sparkly Lady is better than Scruffy Boy.”
“Hey! The scruffy look is all the rage right now!” Scruffy Boy retorts as he goes back to scrubbing his desk.
“And I’m Lady!” the dark-haired lady introduces herself with a small wave of her hand.
Your fairy light blinks red as you gasp out in surprise. “Your name’s really Pretty Lady?” you inquire with wonder in your voice, clapping your hands excitedly when she gives you a confirming nod.
Both pretty ladies ask how you met the brothers. So, you spin the tale of how Pretty Boy saved you from demons while bouncing around the shop ecstatically, glad that they want to be friends with the resident pixie of Devil May Cry.
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I wish you would write a fic where... Lil Pea becomes human sized and after a romantic waltz with Vergil, gets to smooch him properly under the moonlight.
