#Fae Horizons

[veronicaphoenix]

fairy dust series — prelude | wc: 1.8k

Prelude summary: 8-year-old Ivy meets a fairy ೃ༄*ੈ Pairing: fae!oliver sykes x ivy (human ofc) x kitsune!noah sebastian

Tags and trigger warnings: ofc is a minor when she meets fae!oliver for the first time, there are no sexual innuendos or references; what's described is just pure infatuation, it's also implied that oliver has kidnapped children before but it's not specified for what reason, ofc is mentioned to have struggles fitting in and it's implied she doesn't have a good relationship with her parents or with her schoolmates.

→ part one, part two, part three | my works 🌙

This is for anyone who has ever felt out of place and still feels that way.

Prelude ೃ༄*ੈ

When Ivy was eight years old, she met a fairy. 

            It wasn’t the typical fairy she had read about in bedtime stories, no. This fairy was different. He was not small; quite the contrary. He wasn’t blonde, but a brunette. Nor did he have wings. Instead, his skin was covered in tattoos. 

            Ivy had wandered into the forest, ignoring the teachers’ strict instructions to stay with the group. She had never been one to follow instructions, anyway. 

            Before her, leaning nonchalantly against an ancient elderberry tree in the clearing she had stumbled upon, stood a man. Tall, stocky, with skin the color of pale moonlight, and a cascade of long, chestnut hair that reached his shoulders. His body was adorned with intricate tattoos from head to toe, and a single earring glinted in his right ear. He was barefoot, his chest bare, revealing designs that whispered of secrets and stories she was too young to comprehend. 

            He was whistling a melody that seemed to echo from the depths of her memory. 

            Ivy hadn’t realized she was staring until the fairy slowly turned his head towards her. As his gaze met hers, she noticed that his eyes were mismatched, one a deep sapphire, the other a vivid emerald. 

            Then, the fairy smiled, a slow, languid smile that revealed sharp, gleaming fangs—fangs that should have sent her running in fear.

            But Ivy stood rooted to the spot, her eyes wide and her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. 

            “Well, well,” the fairy’s voice sang out, each word dripping like honey from a comb. “What have we here?” 

            Ivy blinked but remained immobile, mesmerized by the enigmatic figure before her. She needed no one to tell her what he was. She knew, not because of his appearance, but because of the way his eyes glowed with a mesmerizing, otherworldly light; because as he approached, he left a trail of shimmering, blue-tinted smoke, and because he exuded a fragrance that was an intoxicating blend of every flower imaginable, rendering him both enchanting and perilous. 

            “What are you doing here, little thing?” the fairy inquired, now just three feet away.

            His smile grew broader, more wicked, as if he actually knew what Ivy was doing there. At her tender age, she sensed the danger his smile implied. Yet, she didn’t want him to stop smiling. He was beautiful. And he was smiling at her.

            The closer he came, the more her feet itched, as if urging her to shed her boots and follow him wherever he might lead. She had to tilt her head back, higher and higher, until he was kneeling before her, resting one forearm on his bent knee.

            He leaned in closer. His teeth were immaculate and gleaming. Ivy felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch his cheek, to feel the texture of his skin, to run her fingers through his hair, pet him like she used to pet rabbits. 

            “Are you lost?”

            “No,” Ivy replied, her voice steady. She felt no fear, only a sense of being utterly spellbound. 

            “Seems to me that you are,” he commented, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows toward the distant clamor of the other children’s voices. 

            Ivy should have been with them. That was what she had always been told to do. Ivy was a child and had to do what other children did, stay with the teachers, listen to her elders, and do her homework every afternoon after school. But Ivy had never fit neatly into the boxes others tried to fit her in. A child of her age shouldn’t wander alone in the woods, much less a child like Ivy, who believed in the existence of fantastical worlds where things were different, where she could be free and brave. 

            In Ivy’s dreams, she envisioned a place where stars would fall from the sky and land in her open hands, where raindrops would explode into glitter on her skin, where flowers would sing lullabies, and creatures would revere her without mentioning her human imperfections. A place where her perceived flaws, the ones her parents often reminded her of, didn’t matter. A place where she could face evil without being told it was a losing battle, especially for a child like her. 

             In the world Ivy longed for, her body was a temple, worshiped and revered as a source of strength and courage, for she was a little warrior. Her heart was resilient and determined and had room for both softness and the harshness of life, the bitterness of failure and the sweetness of victory. Her soul, despite the storms, never stopped searching for the light. 

            But, above all, it was a place where love existed, an unconditional and vast love, capable of embracing everyone no matter what, offering comfort and warmth to those who needed it and accepting the one she deserved. 

             “I’m not lost,” she asserted, her voice firmer.  

            Oliver’s smile grew slowly, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the conviction and resilience emanating from her. 

            “Are you sure?” 

            “I come into the woods very often.”

            She did; more often than not, truthfully. The woods felt more like home than her own house; the trees were more like friends than her classmates; the plants more like family than her parents.  

            The last time she had been caught by her mother roaming the woods, she had been dragged back home. Her parents had taken all her fairy tale books and hidden them away. Ivy had cried for hours, but it hadn’t deterred her. She knew that fairy tales weren’t just in books; they were out there, waiting for her. 

            “How so?” The fairy asked, his curiosity piqued. 

            “I like it here,” Ivy answered simply. 

            “And you come alone?”

            She hesitated, sensing the potential danger in sharing such information. But the allure of his presence was too strong.  

            “Yes. I like being alone.”

            Oliver’s smile remained, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his mismatched eyes. “You are brave for one so young,” he said, his voice a gentle melody. She wondered how it would feel to fall asleep to it. “The woods can be a place for both wonder and danger. I suppose you’re aware of that, aren’t you?”

            “I am,” Ivy replied, lifting her chin slightly. A butterfly had alighted on the fairy’s hair, and it threatened to steal Ivy’s attention, if only for a moment. She shook her head, reminding herself of the man—the creature kneeled before her. “But I’m not afraid.” 

            “Perhaps because the humans around you scare you more.”

            He was right, but she didn’t let him know. Instead, she sighed, a little dragon huff, and slumped her shoulders. Her small hands clenched into tiny fists, her backpack weighing heavily on her shoulders. Oliver’s eyes raked her up and down. She wore jeans that had been sown at the knees, and the corner of his lips quirked upward again. How many times must she have tripped in the woods, while chasing after goblins? 

            He would learn that number and so much more.

            Everything. 

            “What’s your name?” he asked, starting with the basics. 

            He almost made himself laugh with that thought, as if he hadn’t been eyeing the girl for the last five days, following her little steps the moment she entered the woods, watching her as she made flower crowns, as she sang to herself and talked to the plants with her feet soaked in the river, as she spilled her secrets and desires into the mist.

            “Ivy.”

            His eyes widened.

            “Oh, like poison ivy.”

            “I’m not poisonous,” she retorted, a little wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows. 

            She looked adorable, and Oliver couldn’t help but feel his impish fascination with this little creature grow.  

            “You aren’t? What are you, then?”

            Oh, how he relished playing with her. 

            “Just…” she glanced around, as if suddenly uncertain, “a girl.”

            There was a note of doubt in her voice. 

            “That,” he poked her nose gently, causing her eyelashes to flutter. The butterfly in his hair took flight, its wings shimmering in the dappled sunlight, “you are. But I’m pretty sure you’ll be poisonous once you grow up. Deadly, even. Hence why I have to go now. I will return when you’re of age.”

            “Return?” she echoed, her voice a whisper of curiosity. “For what?”

            She wished for him to stay a little longer.

            He stood up, towering over her like a great, ancient tree. 

            It was a sacrifice to his own desires to not take her away that very instant, to restrain his appetite and greed from consuming him and doing the same thing he had done to many other children to Little Ivy. 

            “To take you away, of course.”

            A shiver danced down her spine. Her heartbeat quickened, caught between the twin flames of fear and excitement. 

            She took a step back, her brows knitted into a defiant glare.

            Little Ivy was unaware of the power she already had over him—over a folk creature accustomed to getting whatever he desired.   

            “And what if I don’t want to go with you?”

            “Oh, but you will want to, darling,” he promised, extending an arm to wrap a strand of her hair around his finger, twirling it enticingly. “Because the place I’m going to take you is the place you’ve been dreaming of. The things I’m going to show you nobody’s ever shown you before; the things I’m going to do to you nobody has ever done, and the things I’m going to make you feel nobody’s ever made you feel. You will beg me to steal you away.”

            Little Ivy had never felt her throat go as dry as it did in that moment, her breath caught in a gasp as the fairy gazed down at her with his charming smile, his fingers weaving through her hair like threads of enchantment.  

            What kept him from taking her away at that very moment? 

            She would have begged then and there, were it not for the tremor of fear and fluttering butterflies within her. 

            He assured her he would come back. In ten years’ time. 

            She watched him go. 

            As he turned and began to fade into the forest’s embrace, her eyes fell on the tattoo etched upon his back. It showed an animal, some sort of creature that looked familiar to her but not entirely. It looked like a fox, yet, it was adorned with nine tails unfurled in a sophisticated dance. 

            Ivy was already questioning how a fox could have so many tails when her thoughts stilled.

            The fox’s eyes had moved, its sharp gaze meeting hers, almost smiling.  

            She could be hallucinating, of course, but as she lay in bed that night, she replayed the moment over and over again, and she was convinced the animal had been looking straight at her.

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[madmaxified]

my orville oc, fae!! cause the silly space show is rotting my brain

her species ( who have yet to be name ) are very yeti like, with horns, pairs of sharp teeth, and fur and claws. they have been hunted for sport for such a long time that they no longer really have a home planet, which means they can’t really be protected by the union :(

she joins the orville and ends up working in a brand new agricultural department, and as a sort of diplomat to help her species join the union

her and alara hold hands and kiss 🫣🤭

her sister lorna ( who is an evil space fugitive ) and her little brother darius ( who is doomed by the narrative 😞😞 )

[fashionablefae]

📚 “Can’t wait til’ I’m out of K-12.” 📚

Enjoy these cute K-12 outfits!

If you’d like me to deliver these to your Ables message me @puppy-fae!

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[chronophobica]

FUN FACT dot uses “boku” as their personal pronoun in sub which is traditionally masc

[not-poignant]

Merch Tier Revived!

As of this month, I've officially revived the Vexteria tier on Patreon and Ream as a Merch tier :D

This is the one you're looking for:

Memberships at Ream

Memberships at Patreon

I've been thinking about it for like a year and I've finally figured out a way to do it without breaking my brain (or the bank) and handling overseas postage.

While there are other bonuses in this tier, I've finally figured out how to get around overwhelming postage costs with twice-yearly drops of merch to those who subscribe for 4 consecutive months in the Evan & Vexteria tier within that period.

This is what shipped out to followers in the second half of 2023!

x 2 notebooks (lined) + postcards (with recycled paper envelopes) + vinyl stickers + a signed personalised individual letter. In this first instance, I am also the artist of this merch.

Here's me preparing everything :D

Each merch shipment will be different items and different themes - sometimes fanart, sometimes quotes, or focuses on different stories. The items can individually change too. It might be journals, more varied stickers, other forms of stationary, enamel pins, and more.

What do you get in this tier?

In this tier you get access to everything. All the early access, the merch, you get credits in all future books (which, with publishing hopefully kicking off in 2024 means seeing your name in print a fair bit!), and see any other extras I choose to share.

Why 4 consecutive months to be eligible for that 6 month drop?

To cover overseas shipping costs, which start at $20, and to also cover the raw cost of the merchandise, and also still be able to make an income off Patreon or Ream in this tier.

I like the look of an older merch bundle, can I get that instead?

Only if there's stock left over for that! And you can't get both at the same time, so if I can make a bundle based off past merchandise for you, it will be in lieu of the current bundle.

How is it shipped? How long does it take?

It's all shipped super safely. Before I worked as a writer, I worked as an artist selling fragile traditional art pieces. I've shipped over 500 worldwide. Your merch comes in a water resistant plastic sleeve that is sealed and very durable, and that goes into a thick envelope that has bubble wrap incorporated into it to make sure everything arrives safe and sound, even in inclement weather.

Because I'm shipping from Australia, items can take 2-6 weeks to arrive.

Could you ever send merch more often?

Not at the current price/s of this tier! Many overseas / non-US writers don't actually offer merch drops like this at all, and offer digital items, or only do Print-on-Demand which means nothing can be as personalised as writing you a letter of gratitude and celebration of your awesomeness.

Doing it this way means I can put a personal touch in there, and bundle everything, and know that everything's shipping safely with materials I really trust. :) It also means I can inspect every single item personally to make sure it's up to my standards before it goes to you!

Where do I check this out?

Go have a look at the memberships over on Patreon and Ream! You want the Vexteria & Evan tier. :D

Memberships at Ream (You can join for free here and follow me here without subscribing and just get a feel for it first!

Memberships at Patreon

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A huge THANK YOU to the people who have been on this tier for ages even without these kinds of rewards. Your support is so incredibly invaluable, and I can't wait for you all to receive the first Augus & Gwyn themed merch drop. :D Y'all made this possible, and I appreciate you so much.

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If anyone has any questions, hit me up! I'm super hyped for this. I fully understand if it's not something folks can afford, and I'm hoping to find a way to make merch more widely available in time, so that folks don't have to miss out, but until then, we have the Merch tier back up and running for the first time since about 2014!

Things like this keep the lights on, and keep the stories coming out to you over time, and more than anything, y'all have no idea how much fun I had writing individual letters to the folks in this tier, celebrating what I really loved / thought was awesome about them.

All right, thanks for your time, I'll get back to posting chapters now :D

[puppy-fae]

In my head cannon Blather’s is autistic and you all need to stfu about him talking too much.

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Okay, if all your AU Kokichi's met eachother, what sorta terrific/terrible chaos would happen?

Okay we're going to separate this into tiers

Mostly okay with this

Harbinger, he's basically just canon kokichi but he is looking for information and gets really awkward if anyone mentions miu

SCP kokichi has definitely seen weirder

Log Horizon Kokichi is just glad to be in the real world again for a bit

DR Lore Kokichi is just like "This might as well be happening"

Dnd Kokichi thinks its weird to see himself as human but also thinks its really neat

Robo Dictator Kokichi is just glad to have the chance to stretch his legs

Shuichi Enoshima Kokichi is once again just another Kokichi

Stans Kokichi is glad to get away from all That Drama

Hope's Peak Destruction Kokichi is recruiting them all for further crimes and pestering them for information

Pokemon Kokichi is showing off his Salandit by holding him up like Simba

Homestuck Kokichi has faded into the shadows and just watching

Spiral Alien Kokichi has challenged someone to a panta chugging competition

Digimon Kokichi is saying that his dracmon is better then the salandit

Dice Haxs is again a normal Kokichi

Both the Alicorn Kichi's are gossiping and annoyed that all the Kokichi's want to pet them and poke them

Swap Kokichi is teaching Kokichi's to bend themselves weirdly

Oumelette Kokichi is SWEATING and wondering if she should do something about the fact none of them seem to have realized they're girls

Paronpasight is glad to have a break from the death murder shenanigans

Unsettled but vibing

Serial Kokichi is more paranoid then a normal kokichi so he's definitely at least a bit on edge

Slay Kokichi doesnt exactly have the greatest experiences with being in a room of a dozen other versions of yourself but also hes got nothing better to do

Danganronpa/b/o Kokichi is being jealous they dont have presentations and also weirded out by the lack of smells

Overlord Ouma misses Gonta and feels really weird about seeing his old body

Minecraft Kokichi is being weirded out by the physics of this world

Trying to leave

Schrodingers Kokichi does NOT need this existential crisis

Pokedice Kokichi does not trust being a room with so many humans

You Destroy My World Kokichi is really confused and kinda freaked out

Warriors Kokichi is trying to follow Pokedice out of here, animal who doesn't want to be around so many humans club

Trying to fight

Mastermind Kokichi is such an insult to all the other kokichi's that it keeps causing fights and he's having a BLAST

EVERYONE ELSE is trying to get away from

Talent Infection for obvious reason

Fae Kokichi is having A BLAST and wants to kidnap them all

[anxiousxdreamer]

one of my gripes with character customization possibilities is like. if the game is gonna have glasses or hijabs or turbans and stuff like that as an option at all, put them in the fucking starting character creation screen. people shouldn't have to go through hours of gameplay just to unlock the thing to MAKE a hijab if they want one for their character. cuter designs and shit, sure. but not even a BASE? a few basic color options at the start? and idk bro glasses are kind of, well, they may as well be, a permanent fixture on my body as well i don't think i should have to wait for hours to access them as a character option either but i somehow feel that's not as pressing it's just. the most Personally Bothersome To Me

[activate-shadow-of-the-window]

A few sketches that will probably get inked. Solidifying Horizons designs for Commander X(isuma), Lord Bee Double Oh, and Emperor Impulse Esvee. X is probably just sentient void in a suit of armor, Bee is a moth or butterfly like fae, and Impulse is a cat-folk.

[t34sp00n]

We are starting the new year with BEING PREPARED! Look, I even wrote things down and shared them, before the day of!

Come join a bundle of fun and different streams throughout the week as we mosey through January 2024! We'll have some familiar faces and new games to enjoy for the whole month.

🦋✨️Don't forget to give me a follow on my channel twitch.tv/t34sp00ntwitch so you don't miss the fun! I'll seeya there~

[hearsayhorizons]

Memory Bank--Arbitrary Rule

In the course of my previous post, I touched in passing on an arbitrary rule in An Enchantment of Ravens that I wanted to discuss more, but I was too busy getting to my own world. I’d like to elaborate on how I would use this demand. Quoting that post:

The high king of the fae demands that any human who falls in love with a fae [...] must drink the water and join the fae world. [...] if you bond over your gift (or in general) you must then forsake that light to keep your love, which will probably then be very very shallow. 

As a well-known rule in-universe, it doesn’t HAVE to have an explanation. Maybe the king lost a love, or is bitter that no gleaming mortal eyes have ever lit on his with the glow of connection—but it is unspoken.

In my setting, for that to be the agreement between Oberon and Titania (and no guarantee that it is)... that all high fae are inevitably from human stock, but those who fall in love must convert their lovers... well, the easiest is the thought that immortal fae and their tendency to settle into extremes AND grow in power over time don’t deal well with death of a loved one. Or maybe it’s life that’s the problem—if you survive by shedding memories but you can’t bear to lose any that feature your lover, or if you survive by shedding memories and the person you remember isn’t the one in your bed...

You are holding onto too many memories and feeling your age, and the cold sinks into bones that usually love it. And you come across someone who gives you delight and grace and joy in the everyday... maybe passion for real life makes glamours weak, and given the amount of it that might be used just to change it up or disguise the disgusting (that’s from An Enchantment of Ravens again) then you have been contaminated by joy, and no longer thrive in fae society.

Better to put everyone on the same page, creatively and immortally speaking.

[fashionablefae]

🥛Milk & Cookies Outfit Set🍪

I thought it would be fun to make a set based off milk and cookies!

Code: MA-5283-9423-4409

If you’d like any of this pieces dropped off to your Ables feel free to message me @puppy-fae

[chronophobica]

dotliko enjoyers where are you im going crazy over here we need to band together like penguins

[purcaholic]

In a realm of crystalline fragments, where light dances with geometric glee, enchanted forests of facets bloom and castles of prisms shimmer. Joy paints the horizon in vibrant polygons, and each smiling sprite, each laughing fae, is a jewel in the low poly mosaic of merriment.

[cheesus-doodles]

Letters

Yandere Rollo

Masterlist | TWST Masterlist

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i like my repressed christian boys a lot if yall can't tell ;-;, couldn't pass up on this....tr will be back on schedule next!

Rollo Flamme never imagined himself as simply ordinary. He had always been destined to be extraordinary, committed and focused, willing to put in the work to achieve perfection. Yes, there was no doubt that there were ways to go to meet his goals, seeing as his fire lily plan went up in flames on first contact with that wretched Malleus Draconia and his Night Raven buddies despite his months of meticulous planning and careful scheming.

Yet here he was, walking at a speed Rollo hoped didn’t divulge how fast his heart was pounding away, your letter carefully tucked away deep within his robes, pressed right up against his chest. Green eyes concentrated on nothing but his next step, his poker-face and overall reputation as the Student Council President a god-sent for keeping unwanted attention away as he cut a path through the school towards his room, hands clasped in front of him as they always were. 

Outside the gates of Noble Bell College, Fleur City was as lively as ever, the hustle and bustle of a city coming back to life under the gentle evening sun echoed throughout the conversely silent campus as people enjoyed busking in the remaining sunlight after a long day of work. It was an exceptionally cool day too, the white-haired boy noted to himself, the breeze sweeping down the hallways and bursting forth into the open air strong enough to lift the ends of his robes.

A respectful mumble of “Rollo-kaicho” rose from the scatter of students milling around as he walked past, though nothing that a returned nod of acknowledgement couldn’t settle.

The peacefulness that blanketed the stately campus as the sun sank further and further down the horizon reminded him much of the night of the Young Mage’s Social ball, and more so, you. Rollo could recall that particular evening with perfect clarity, the sights and sounds replaying again in his head as the purple-clad mage made his way indoors, the old wooden door swinging shut behind him with nay a creak, shutting out both the wind and the sounds of the city.

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His own footsteps were the only sound ringing across otherwise empty corridors as the boy turned the situation he had found himself unexpectedly stuck in over and over again in his mind. It had never been his intention to fall over his own set trap, yet how was it he did so anyway despite all his wariness and discipline?

This had all begun as a plot for revenge right after he had been bested, by villains no less. It would be hard for Rollo to even admit that he had come to terms with the beating he received several months ago, let alone the night after it happened, and his next plot had already begun to hatch the moment you swept into view dressed in your masquerade costume, accompanied by none other than Malleus himself. From everything he witnessed, it was clear that the Draconia housewarden cared greatly for you, and dare he guess, maybe even had some unexpressed feelings for you. 

Not that he hadn’t noticed you before that night, but it was certainly the first time that he had come to realize just how central a place you held among the Night Raven College students, and how crucial a card you would be in his next plan to wipe that smug smirk off of that wretched fae prince’s face.

The night of the Young Mages’ Social ball had been surprisingly ordinary, given what had just happened. He had been exhausted and dead on his feet, even if he showed no sign of it outwardly; the orderliness of the hall that he painstakingly cleaned after the last fire lotus had withered was a welcomed sight. Alas there was no time for sleep, not that it would matter given his already heavy eyebags. But despite his state, you had instantly caught his eye at the start of the ball, quietly huddled towards the back of the Night Raven group, trying your best to look anywhere but at him or at the rest of the crowd as you and your friends were singled out as the saviors of Fleur City. And it was obvious that you were feeling even more out-of-place as the dance began in earnest, though whether it was from the crowds or just general awkwardness, Rollo could not say.

Taking his leave from the merrymaking, the white-haired Council President could find no surprise within him when he found you sitting alone later outside of the hall, enjoying the peace and quiet that had fallen over the city with the arrival of night, looking up at the blanket of stars, a glass of what looked like juice in your hand.

“May I join you?”

You had jumped at his words, though you did settle quickly upon realizing it was just him for reasons unbeknownst to Rollo. “By all means,” you replied, waving him down to join you. After all, he did just try to essentially kill your friends and all mages in general. Perhaps you knew something he didn’t, the purple-clad student mused to himself, subtly watching you from the corner of his pale green eyes. Or perhaps you were just presumptuous, given you hadn’t been affected as badly as the rest.

The dark sky was clear of clouds, the dark of space dotted with twinkles as far as the eye could see, the moon hanging alone amidst the barren sky; an alluring sight for weary souls - and judging from how discreetly you had excused yourself from the social, you definitely were tired. 

A pause as Rollo took a seat a respectful distance from you. “Too much?”

You nodded. “Too much.”

Whatever it was, you seemingly held no ill will towards Rollo, simply accepting his quiet company. And so the two of you sat in comfortable silence as the young mages danced and laughed the night away just a stone’s throw away. The minutes melted into hours as the world continued to turn, though the calmness of the reality around him was a far cry from the turmoil of thoughts within his head. 

When the night started to grow old and the cacophony of noises began to die down, it was as if an unheard bell had gone off, and you reluctantly stood, empty glass now in hand - your friends were bound to come looking for you should they notice you were missing. And with you leaving soon and that night being the last one you were spending at Noble Bell College, it was finally time to launch the first phase of his plan.

”I would like to write to you,” Rollo started, immediately cringing internally as the words left his lips, but there was no going back now. “If it is alright with you.”

He held his breath as you considered his request, your head cocking to the side as you contemplated. “Sure, why not?” You shrugged, shooting him a light smile, your hair gleaming in the waning moonlight. “Goodnight, Rollo.”

Exhale. And that was that.

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But now here he was, Rollo mused, eagerly anticipating the opportunity to read your letter alone. Has his plan gone astray? He shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts of you, just till he could be alone. For all his routine and self-discipline, you were the one temptation he couldn’t seem to get squash down.

Coming to a pause at the fork in the hallway, the Noble Bell Council President paused. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted tonight in the midst of his much-needed analysis of your letter, so against the burning desires of his heart and the weight of your letter heavy in his robes, he forced himself to take a detour, his feet carrying him down sparse corridors towards the councilrooms. It was easy to spot his Vice President still hard at work amidst the otherwise empty room, scouring through a stack of papers at his desk, head down and pen scribbling away.

A quiet clearing of his throat was enough to get the attention of the occupant inside. “Rollo-kaicho!” Said student rocketed up from his seat, hurriedly adjusting his slipping striped cap. “What brings you here at this time of day?”

“I wanted to check in before I retired for the day,” replied the white-haired boy, giving a courteous glance to the rest of the unoccupied desks before returning his gaze to the other. “Is there anything I should know about?”

The Noble Bell Vice President stuttered for a moment, lost for words and wrecking his tired brain in an attempt to find what to say. “I-uh-“

Pulling out his celestial-patterned handkerchief, his movement just barely managed to cover the disgusted look that fell over his expression, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing as the stench of magic overwhelmed his senses, though Rollo still managed to keep his tone neutral. Even if he was the one to initiate contact, that hardly made a difference with his nausea. “It’s fine,” the magic-adverse mage managed to grit out without a hint of distaste, his tone as neutral as it always has been. “Please have the points ready for me tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, Rollo-kaicho. I apologize again.”

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Finally being able to lock his room door behind him brought a relief much like cold water over hot iron, ending the depraved pulsing in his mind that the mere presence of the envelope in his robes against his chest brought on with every passing second. Tossing the heinous paper carelessly onto his well-worn table top, Rollo instead hurriedly picked it back up again, pale green eyes scanning for any further damage he had caused, though fortunately there was none to be found.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the white-haired boy settled into his chair. Now, to satisfy both his curiosity and anticipation.

Trembling fingers carefully peeled open the envelope, revealing a slightly yellowed, unevenly folded paper much to Rollo’s chagrin - he would have much preferred if you used a perfect white piece of paper, quality stationery instead of this random piece you must have had left over from your homework, and if you had folded it the same way he did all this time. But he supposed he couldn’t expect that high a standard from you, given the riff-raff of mages you found yourself in the company of. As he gently freed your letter from its paper enclosure, his sensitive nose caught a whiff of a familiar scent, the smell probably having lingered on from when you first mailed it out.

The light fragrance of your favorite shampoo, Rollo deduced, bringing the paper up to his nose. He recognized it, no matter how faint it was. You must have just finished showering when you wrote and sealed the letter if the aroma still endured. A breath of fresh air amidst the rank odor of magic and mages.

And then he began to read.

Dear Rollo, the letter began as it always did, those two words enough to have his heart skip a beat like nothing else could. But this time, the next few that followed were even better. Your letter came late, and it was sorely missed.

Line by line, you spelled out your daily ongoings, your interactions with your fellow schoolmates, your inner thoughts. Rambling about anything and everything that came to mind, thoughts spilling out without filter straight onto paper. About how Grimm (that filthy magic cat) nearly failed his test again and about how Deuce and Ace got into their latest spat of trouble with their housewarden Riddle. About how Jack and Epel were like to work with on your history project, and how you felt about one of your lunches being stolen by Leona.

Just like that, the minutes slipped through his finger, and with a pang in his heart, Rollo came to the end of your letter.

He placed the paper down on the paper, taking a breath.

How was it that he could feel so attached to another person through a simple piece of paper? How did you ensnare him so effortlessly, bypassing his hard-fought discipline as if it didn’t exist? Did all this mean that his revenge plot against Malleus had already gone awry?

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The night was cool and quiet, the moonlight that shone through his stained glass windows bringing the Noble Bell Council President back to that fateful night. A light gust of wind seeped in through a small crack, creaking the old wooden panels in the floor as it blew through his room. 

Your writing had improved, Rollo noted, as per his guidance in his previous letter. You were using a ruler to ensure straight lines, and your handwriting had neaten greatly; a far cry from your first reply to him, the memory of those scrawling letters that ran up and done and every-which way except straight across the paper still causing shivers to run down his spine. That was bad.

Carefully and painstakingly refolding the paper, Rollo stood, returning it to its envelope before moving to stow the letter within his secret compartment above the fireplace, with previous letters neatly arranged upright according to date received. His fingers lightly brushed past all your correspondence with him, his chest fluttering at your willingness to speak with him, his mind already churning with how and what he should reply to you. Would you be interested in perhaps coming back to Noble Bell? Maybe he should visit Night Raven College? Even if that blasted Draconia was there, it would be worth it just to have some private, personal time with you, the white-haired mage calculated, his hand tapping an unknown rhythm across his desk that he now leaned against.

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There was no point in denying his obsession with you, not at this point - it had been awhile since you started to occupy his every waking moment and thoughts, and being as organized and detailed as Rollo was, he could pinpoint the exact moment when he began to spiral. Sure, his first letter had been full of nothings, meaningless pleasantries and stories that he polished to perfection over the course of a night of restlessness. But what he got back was your heart on your sleeve, your mind like an open book for him to pick apart and examine.

As things turned out, the more he picked, the more he found. Questions he sent always came back answered, with you evidently letting slip more than you intended to originally say, sometimes directly and sometimes when he read between the lines. 

A single line in your third reply to him was all it took to begin his unending slide. 

You were from a different world.

The more he sat on it, turning it around and round in his mind, the more his chest grew warm, and you began his center of focus. Even the mere passing pondering of what you were doing now was enough to grip Rollo’s entire being, to have his heart rate increase and his thoughts to jumble. After all, in this foul, tainted world, there could be no purer person than someone who came from a place where no magic exists.

You were perfection embodied. 

In a twist of fate, you turned out to be pure, a shining beacon amidst the foul-smelling heathens. A gift from the heavens, a blessings from the divine meant for none other than him, that no one could properly appreciate except for him. Sure you weren’t the most orderly, and you did have your moments where you were occasionally wowed by magic, especially the inhuman feats from that wretched Malleus Draconia, but you remained untainted despite your constant proximity to the taint of magic that surrounded and cloaked you as if a heavy fog. Never indicated anything more than a passing interest in the magic that your companions wielded and an admiration that Rollo was sure he could rid you off. All you needed was time away from those mages, spent instead in his company.

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Stepping away from his desk and moving now towards his personal bathroom, Rollo came to the answer he had been looking for as the boy moved to undress himself for a nighttime shower. It had been in front of him all this time.

The answer was no. 

No, he hadn’t forsaken his plan to wield you against Malleus; sure the exact details had changed as the months went by, but everything he did was as he had schemed. Just that now, you didn’t have to be a means to an end, you didn’t need to be just another casualty wrecked up amidst his crusade against the villains. Stealing you away from the fae prince would be one of the largest blows he could deal with to that condescending prick, the beginning of his downfall - the excitement tingling at Rollo’s arms as he imagined the crestfallen expression that would twist Draconia’s face, the streak-free bathroom mirror reflecting the pale green eyes that lighted up in callous pleasure.

It would be glorious.

But for now, Rollo determined, schooling his face back into its usual neutral look as he turned to step into the shower room, what he needed to concentrate on was his next letter to you.

[moosesarecute]

Masterlist

Azriel x Rhysand’s sister

He’s my mate - When you get poisoned by a mysterious poison and only happiness can save you, Azriel shows your brother his favorite moments with you.

We named someone else after you - After centuries of trying to get pregnant, you had lost hope when a miracle (or two) happens

You’re bleeding - Fae cycles are not for the weak. Lucky for you Azriel and Rhysand help you through it. However, their roles have changed throughout the years

YOU’RE MATES???- You and Azriel finally accepted the mating bond and surprise your family.

Mate stealers - After you lost your wings, you have been dealing with back pain. Lucky for you, both Azriel and his shadows are there to help.

All other lifetimes All lifetimes - You and Azriel have a bargain that you remind each other about at hard times.

Missing Mates - both you and Rhysand are missing your mates for different reasons, but talking about it always helps.

Azriel x shadowsinger!reader

Shadowsingers are rare, but they still exist. You’re a hidden shadowsinger that lives in The Middle. You hunt in an organized community and are working towards paying your debts to the leader.

Azriel saw you on the battlefield against Hybern and has been thinking about you since.

What happens when your most sacred secret comes out and a war is on the horizon?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

1. The Shadows Comfort 2. The Shadows Date

3. The Shadows Eat 4. The Shadows Hurt

5. The Shadows Love 6.The Shadows Heal

7. The Shadows Mate

Azriel Appreciation Week 2024

Day 1: Cool Quiet

Day 2: Scared

Day 3: Belonging

Day 4: Paid Time Off

Day 5: No Need for Poetry

Day 6: Song of the Wind Part 2

Day 7: Free