This fanfic exists in the same universe as “it will come back” my fae!prussia x reader. It is NOT necessary to read that before reading this.
summary: After escaping the Unseen World, you tried to piece your life back together. You moved to a small town, found a house in a nice neighbourhood and tried to stay hidden. It’s been years and the fae you’ve been running from, who claims he’s your soulmate, has found you.
preview: a sneak peak at how you and fae!arthur met. It’s not a meet-cute. At all.
content warnings: mentioned kidnapping and harm to reader, mentioned foot injury, injury is not really described, guns, death to the people who hurt reader via one protective and kinda villainous fae!Arthur
When they took you, you didn’t know what they were called. Now, you know that they were Fae, otherworldly immortals with a love for trickery and cruelty.
You could still smell the mildew in the air, and feel the dampness under your body. You pulled at the iron chains until your wrists bled. You kicked and screamed at the creatures, bit and clawed at them. They repaid you in kind, with bruises along your body and deep, bloody lashes shredding the bottoms of your feet to prove it.
But this was only the beginning. This was the day you met him.
You heard the screaming and struggling start above you. You snap to attention. You shut your eyes and shrink into the back of your cage to get away from whatever was coming.
The sounds grew closer. Screams and gunshots rang out, the pounding of footsteps reaching the door before it breaks open with some invisible force. One of the faeries that took you, a scrawny, ugly thing with a pushed-up nose and pale skin is thrown pathetically in front of your cage.
From your vantage point, you can only see the legs of a mysterious figure walking into the brig after him. The fae on the ground shrieks and claws to get up, to grab the bars, to grab for you and you panic. A scream leaves your throat like a wounded bird and then you try to get away.
A shiny leather boot pushes the creature’s head down into the oiled floors in front of you.
“I’m sorry, m’lord! I’m sorry, we didn’t know! We didn’t-“
Bang! The creature’s head exploded and his body falls limp. His corpse is kicked away like sidewalk trash and a gloved hand lowers the ornately carved flintlock pistol to rest at the figure’s side.
“Shit! No!” You cry out, trying pointlessly to scramble away from them. You’re going to die here! You’re going to die and you’ll never be able to get home.
The figure kneels and you see a handsome blond man, with granny smith green eyes. They’re so vibrant that they glow. The colour cuts through the darkness and holds you in your place. His gloved hand reaches out and this the touch of a finger, the door to your cage unlocks and swings open.
“No, please! Please don’t!” Your voice is raw and shrill. You’ve been crying a lot, over the past 24 hours.
The man reached in and you wheel back a bloody foot and try to kick him away. He catches it before you can, grasps firmly around your ankle and pulls.
You scream as you’re yanked out of the cage and pulled up into a sitting position.
“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s okay.” He mutters, his voice is soft like velvet. You jerk your arms against his chest and his hands wrap around your wrists and hold them gently.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
Your breath still comes in hiccups as you sit, nearly in the lap of this stranger. You tremble slightly as you look up into his eyes. “You’re not?”
His eyes are so green, so beautiful. And maybe familiar?
“No, my love. I’m not.” One of his hands runs over the side of your face. He wipes something off your cheek, maybe tears, possibly blood before taking his hand away. You sit back and make the mistake of trying to stand up on your sliced-up feet.
You cry out, the sound that you make doesn’t sound like you.
“What’s wrong, love?”
“Ah- it’s my feet-“ you try and shift to keep them from touching the dirty floor. “I can’t- I-“ you feel the distress bubble up in your thought. “I can’t walk. They did with to me so I couldn’t run away and now-“
He grabs you again, smooshes your face in his hands and presses his lips to your eyes lids and holds you.
“It hurts! I can’t-!”
”It’s okay, Rabbit,” he says. “Tell me what I can do. I’ll do anything. Anything.”
You bury your head into the crook of his neck. The nickname that fell from his lips, ‘rabbit’, sinks into you. You barely register its, aside from the fact that it’s comforting.
“Tell me what you need, Rabbit, and I’ll give it to you.”
From where you're curled up into him, you mutter, “Please, get me out of here. Take me home.”
Without another word, the blond fae, with piercing green eyes and pointed ears gathers you in his arms and walks you out of your cell.
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“run, rabbit, run!” is coming hopefully in Jan of 2023.
