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your writing is seriously amazing and what got me back into role-play writing! thank you! if possible could we get a human princess who attempted to outsmart a fae king and failed miserably? whether it be for power of her own, or the better good of her people and now she is to be at his side, watching the consequences of her own schemes play against her?
"You..."
"Me," the fairy king said. He sat upon her father's throne with the improper grace so common to his kind - legs dangling over one of the arms. He twirled the crown of her kingdom between his elegant fingers like it was a mere trinket.
The princess squared her shoulders.
"You tricked me," she said. "I asked you to get me out of this - this wretched marriage and you-!"
His head tilted, gaze sharpening a fraction, as she panted. His eyes seemed to glow in the dimly lit room, ever brighter with the rain pelting outside of the window, like he was the only thing that the sun still remembered.
"I'm not marrying you," she said, through gritted teeth.
"You didn't ask not to marry me," he said. "You asked not to marry Prince Calloway or any of the other silly mortal men intent on wielding your power as their own. I do not fall under either of those categories."
That was true. But she hadn't thought for a second-
"You asked," he continued relentlessly, "to rule upon your throne forever more. You never specified you would do so alone."
"It was implied."
"Implication is not a contract."
"Why would you even want to marry me!?"
"Why would you think for a second you were capable of outsmarting a fairy king?"
The princess swallowed.
His voice hadn't exactly changed, still light and breezy, but something as old and dangerous as winter lurked beneath his sunny smile.
The deal had been a simple one, a classic tale. He would save her from the stupid fate her father thought best for her, and she would give him her first-born child. Fool on him that she didn't plan on having any children no matter the lineage of her bloodline. Why would she need to do that when she planned to be the first and eternal queen of her kingdom?
"I suppose," he said, with a sigh, "it is because you are a silly, spoiled mortal, no? Incapable of coping with the one time daddy didn't cave to your whims immediately. A child throwing a temper tantrum."
"That doesn't sound like someone you want to marry."
"Oh, you'll learn. Don't worry."
Her fists clenched. "I do not need your tutelage."
"Evidence suggests otherwise."
"I'm not marrying you."
"Your father has already agreed. And you owe me a child."
"It's absurd to marry someone simply to punish them!"
"Your unhappiness is a mere bonus."
"You're insufferable!"
"Careful, beloved." The very rain outside seemed to stop for a moment, two, as the princess's heart hammered. "For a second there it seemed like you'd forgotten who exactly you were addressing."
Her mouth dried.
He was prettier than Calloway was, but it was easy to mistake him as having the same nature. A foolish prince. Some player of the court too dumb to realise when he was being manipulated, as so many of them were.
He was not that.
He was very much not that.
"I'll marry Calloway," she said, a slight quiver in her voice. Calloway, at least, could be controlled. He was a brute, an idiot, but...
"Too late. The deal is done."
"We could make another deal."
"Why would I wish to make another deal? You have nothing else that I want."
"I - but I - I'm not marrying you. I refuse."
"Then you will be in breach of contract." His head tilted the other way. "Do you know what happens to silly little mortals who breach their contract with me?"
She did, regrettably, know that much. She had read about the fae before she summoned him. She hadn't - well, she'd considered some of the lesser fairies of his court and kind, the less powerful ones, but she was a princess. She'd thought it only right that she dealt with royalty. With him.
Now...
"You've made your point," she said. Her pride burned. "Please."
"Kneel."
She'd never knelt for anyone or anything in her life. She dropped to the cool tiles, face aflame with embarrassment, fear twisting in her stomach.
"What is my point, princess?"
"I'm - you're smarter than me," she said. "I'm a fool. A silly mortal girl."
"Indeed."
"So I've learned my lesson. You don't need to do this."
"Are you sorry?"
"I'm so sorry," she said. She managed to squeeze out a few tears. "I was unforgivably rude. You have my deepest, sincerest apologies. Sire. Uh - fairy king."
"Mm." He finally adjusted his pose, no longer so careless, sitting properly, leaned forward a little to appraise her with his handsome face resting upon his hands.
"So..." She dared another glance at him, biting down on her lip. "You'll call off the deal? Write this all off as a mortal mistake?"
"Oh, not at all," he said. He flashed her a smile. "But it's always good to start a marriage as one means to go on, isn't it?"
"You!" She jerked to her feet, dashing the tears from her cheeks. She managed to stop herself from outright insulting him again as he raised a delicate eyebrow.
"Me." Flat. Simmering.
She backed up a step. Her breath caught in her throat.
Thunder rumbled on the horizon.
"You're dismissed, princess," he said, cold, bored. "After all." He straightened. "You have a wedding to prepare for, don't you?"
She really wished, later, that she hadn't asked him for forever.
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In a forest full of fairies and wonder, it'd come to no surprise that a sense of happiness filled the air wherever the Fairy King had gone. Gloxinia was flying through the trees, allowing his majestic wings to flutter behind him, looking for many little fairies as they hid from him.
His favorite game to play, hide and seek; Especially as he'd come across so many that were terrible at keeping quiet! They'd either just giggle to themselves or speak to one another; telling each other 'Keep quiet! He might hear us!'
"Caught you!" He'd speak as he would sneak up on them, giving them a sudden fright before putting their heads down at the idea of being found already.
"Aww man." "Boo!" "Hey lets go find the others!" They'd all speak in union before floating off.
The fairy king would cross his arms over his bare chest with a chuckle towards the fairies, watching as they'd fly off to play their own games. "Fairy king!!" Gloxinia was quick to turn to a few little pixies surrounding him with frightened and confused looks. "We felt something creeping around in the forest at the waterfall! It was a weird presence!!"
"Really?" He seemed to almost laugh it off and pat them all on the head, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." He assured before flying off through the forest. It couldn't be that bad, likely a demon. He can handle that.
Well, at the time he wasn't expecting to have met a fairy like them.
After some time, Gloxinia felt a suspicion creeping up his back. There wasn't a sign of anything strange lurking through the trees the longer he searched.
That's when he heard the smallest sounds of something moving towards the ground, walking slowly and bushes rustled. As soon as rushed to the area, it was just a fairy.
"What are you doing here?" Gloxinia asked confused but didn't get an answer from the certain fairy as they turned to him, their expression nothing he's seen before on a fairy. It was a poker face... They almost looked like they were shocked or confused by his sudden appearance. He didn't waste any time, "You haven't seen any demons or anything strange around here, right?"
"no," they spoke, their voice timid and almost on edge.
it felt like was a waste, Gloxinia didn't see anything odd going on, but there was something on his mind. This fairy, he's never seen before, didn't seem like they were much of a social person. He couldn't explain why, but they brought a sudden curiosity to him. "What's your name?" He asked, slowly levitating closer to the ground where they stood and sitting in the air with his wings fluttering behind him.
"(Y/N)." they spoke in a quiet voice.
"Well, I'm sure you already know who I am, Gloxinia, king of the fairies." He spoke, coming off with a light heartedness.
The fairy nodded their head, fiddling around with the edge of their clothes awkwardly before looking away, ".. well, I'm gonna go." They immediately turned to leave.
"How come?"
"I shouldn't be here."
Gloxinia seemed surprised by that answer, whatever did they mean? When he read their heart.. he read a sense of self guilt for being there.. All the fairies are welcomed in the forest. Before he could ask, he watched from behind, their wings made a quick and sudden flutter which made the buzzing sound similar to a bee. (Y/N)'s wings had a unique small shape, nothing he's seen before.. it was a little odd, their wings were much smaller than the average size. Often fairies, for their small size, had wings that were as large as them, this fairies wings didn't even stretch out to cover their back.
"That's a unique set of wings." He commented, pointing it out to them. They seemed to stop in their tracks, their back turned. They didn't answer at first; they didn't want to answer.
"..thanks."
"If it's fine to ask, what are you doing out here by yourself?" He levitated beside them, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he took a closer look at their face.
"..I'm walking through the forest..?" They seemed confused by his question.
"Why not just fly?"
(Y/N) seemed hurt by the question almost, looking down awkwardly as their wings made another buzzing sound of a bee for a slight moment. ".. I can't fly."
Gloxinia definitely wasn't expecting that for an answer, "what?"
"My wings are too weak to carry me no more than like three feet above the ground."
He thought about their words, pondering on it. "Is that why you're out here? By yourself?"
They were quiet, staring at the ground. "I'm an outcast compared to all those fairies. I mean, what's a fairy if they can't fly? They're just.." (Y/N) stopped their words, their hand, almost unconsciously, reached back as their fingers were touching the area where the wings sprout of their back.
Gloxinia thought about it for a moment, there didn't seem to be any sign of actual guilt or anger to signifying they were lying.. but when he read their hearts, there was sign of self hatred, insecurity and envy.. Actually, he felt a feeling of jealousy begin to grow as they stared at his own wings..
"how long have you been like this?"
"a few hundred years.. why?"
He didn't give a answer to your words, thinking for a moment. Although he couldn't help them with how they thought about the idea, but.. "why don't you join the other fairies and me? We're playing a few games."
He watched as their expression almost seemed surprised by the sudden invitation, "didn't you hear me..? I'm an outcast. I can't fly-"
"So?" He cut off their words, he had a almost disappointed look to how they were thinking but his expression still soft, tilting his head withal a little smile. "That doesn't stop you from joining in some fun." Their eyes lit up slowly, which made him smile. He watched as their eyes lit up slowly for a moment, which made him smile. It was like they suddenly got a spark of happiness, something they'd never expect.
(Y/N) didn't say anything, looking down at the ground almost pondering on what to do.
Gloxinia smiled faintly at the expression they made, that spark of happiness almost made him chuckle out loud. They seemed to be confused, and he couldn't blame them. He let them think in silence for a few seconds before speaking.
"do you think, I'll ever get the chance to feel like a real fairy?"
He laughed off their question for a moment, waving his hand in defense to show he didn't mean any offense as they looked surprised and almost offended by the way he responded.
"Well.. wings or not, you're still a fairy by blood which is enough in my book. Now, are you gonna take my hand to join me in a game of tag or I'm gonna have to drag you myself, little flower?" He spoke as he held his hand out in invitation to them again with a grin.
"so you gonna come with me or not?"
#anime and manga#x reader#anime#character x reader#gloxinia#gloxinia x reader#7ds#7 deadly sins#7ds Gloxinia#7ds x reader#7 deadly sins x reader#gloxinia x y/n#gloxinia x yn#ban x reader#king x reader#meliodas x reader#10 commandments#before 3000 year war#fairy king#nanatsu no taizai#nanatsu no taizai x reader#seven deadly sins#seven deadly sins x reader#ten commandments#commandment Gloxinia
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The Quarrel of Oberon and Titania by Joseph Noel Paton
#oberon#titania#quarrel#art#joseph noel paton#sir joseph noel paton#a midsummer night's dream#william shakespere#shakespeare#fairy tales#fairies#enchanted#forest#woods#fairy king#fairy queen#medieval#history#europe#european#fairy#folk tales#folklore#mythology#mythological#dwarfs#dwarves#magical
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'Fairy King' by Charles Altamont Doyle, (1832 - 1893)
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ok so here's something that has been literal months in the making, maybe even a year now.
some type of light hearted/comedic monster boy dating sim that i entertained with friends
we have: Adam Frankenstein, Aster of Knossos, Oberon Midsummer, and Percival Wolfgang. also Mr. F AKA Mr. Frankenstein (you can't call him doctor cause. you know)
they all have profiles on my unvale if you're curious to read about them. it's not likely this will ever come to fruition, i've been holding onto these drawings for a while in the hopes of actually releasing them when we actually had some kind of solid idea/planned comic book/game release but that's just not realistic for all of our situations right now so i hope you enjoy them
#adam frankenstien#percival wolfgang#oberon midsummer#aster of knossos#monster boys#mr frankenstein#werewolf#zombie#fairy#fairy king#minotaur#bull boy#idk what else i could possibly tag this with#me ocs
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King: "Ever since we lost you... we've been thinking about you and loooking for you."
WE GOT CONFIRMATION
KING HAS JUST CONFESSED TO NASIENS THEY LOST THEIR FIRST-BORN CHILD: NASIENS!!!
#mokushiroku no yonkishi#four knights of the apocalypse#nasiens#nanatsu no taizai#fairy king#fairy king harlequin#4kota spoilers
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Nasiens: Ok, so, resuming, you never told Mertyl that he's adopted.
Diane & King: No....
Nasiens: And you never thought that, maybe, he would find out? Since he lives in a literally toxic environment to humans?
Diane & King: .....
Nasiens: ..... I don't ever know what to say to the two of you.
#nanatsu no taizai#nnt#mokushiroku no yonkishi#four knights of the apocalypse#4kota#incorrect quotes#nasiens#4kota incorrect quotes#nnt incorrect quotes#diane#king#fairy king#giant queen#harleyquin#fairy king harlequin
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Alright... I can't contain my excitement. I have to talk about this. There's no waiting for the translations cause it's pretty clear.
SIXTUS HAS DISASTER
I have suspected that King's son would have Disaster (this is before 4kota came out and when I'm still on the assumption that King's kid is gonna be named Galehaut)
And... here's the thing. From the beginning, Sixtus caught my attention, there is just something about the way Nakaba presented him that I'm like there's gotta be something about this little pink King and I'm right, here we are. I expected Mertyl to have a fight with the Chaos wizard but no Sixtus dropped in and just like his papa his entrance is now one of my favorites in the entire series.
This moment right here solidifies his placement in the narrative too, he's bound to be relevant one way or another, there's no way he isn't, unless Nakaba is being a troll to introduce Sixtus and reveal that he has Disaster only to keep him in the Fairy Realm. This also breaks the glass ceiling for the other supporting characters as well, cause baby you can't compete with this.
I've said this before, Disaster is a ridiculously terrifying power and the Spirit Spears are one of the strongest weapons in the 7ds/4kota universe second only to Excalibur itself.
There are also people that might ask, how does Sixtus even have Disaster when we know that Disaster is only given to the FK's by the ST. The answer here is simple.
King is the first Fairy King to ever have a child, it's not a huge stretch that the ST would just choose King's child to have Disaster and be the next FK, this is also a great opportunity to make the successor stronger as there will be someone to guide and train them to use Disaster.
Also, according to the ever "reliable" Google Translate. Sixtus' Spear is named "Mariatisla"
And after a quick Google search I found this:
The flower Mariatistel which probably is the actual translation and where the name for the spear came from.
#can't wait to see the other forms#sixtus my boy is ๐ฅrn#four knights of the apocalypse#4kota sixtus#sixtus#nnt king#fairy king#disaster#fairy king harlequin#king harlequin#spoilers#spoilers discussion#nanatsu no taizai#seven deadly sins#4kota#nnt#mokushiroku no yon kishi#mokushiroku no yonkishi#seven deadly sins sequel#nanatsu no taizai mokushiroku no yonkishi
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Lillian the King of Lilies. His kingdom fell and was taken prisoner.
#my art#my oc#faery#fairy#art#fantasy art#fantasy#character design#drawing#illustration#digital art#artists on tumblr#traditionally drawn#digitally colored#fairy oc#fairy king#oc#King of Lilies
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The Fairy King and His Real Estate Agent: Smartphone
TW: possessiveness, boundary stomping, truth spell
Benjamin was utterly exhausted.
He'd dealt with particularly annoying clients today, clients who had hated every little superficial detail of every house he had shown them, from the color of accent walls to the knobs used on bathroom cabinets. The type of people who seemed to be violently allergic to anything with the slightest hint of character and whose favorite activity was complaining.ย
The end of the day couldn't have come soon enough, and now he sat in his car, letting his song finish before going inside, gathering his thoughts. He'd have a quiet night, at least. A chance to recharge before dragging himself back into the office at 8am sharp tomorrow.
As he slammed his car door, he felt an all too familiar prickling at the back of his neck. Oh, no -- it had to be his imagination, because he was stressed and anxious, surely it wasn't --
"Honeybee!" called a cheerful voice from across the parking lot. "There you are! Finally!"
Benjamin turned to see a young-looking and beautiful man with fiery red hair and golden freckles scattered across his skin like stars. The local fairy king was standing in the middle of his apartment complex parking lot, a sight that no longer remotely surprised him.
Often, when Ember came to visit, he would make small concessions to blend in better with humans, wearing ordinary clothing and hiding his more otherworldly features. Today, he apparently hadn't bothered. He was wearing what could best be described as a floral loincloth, his bare chest was only concealed by a dozen strings of glass beads in every shape and color, and an elaborate flower crown topped his head, right above his pointed ears. He'd hidden his wings, but that was about all.
Sometimes, Benjamin was happy enough to see Ember, enjoying the attention and the flattery and the break from his mundane life. Tonight, he was in no mood to watch his words and appease the fae's capricious whims.
Not that he'd have much choice in the matter.
"I've been looking all over for you! Where have you been?" he demanded, still with a smile on his face.
"I've been working, Ember, you know that. I just got home."
"Ugh, I don't know how you can stand to ride around in a cold metal box," he said, wrinkling his nose at Benjamin's car.
Benjamin sighed. "Look, it's not that I'm not happy to see you --"
"Of course you are! Who wouldn't be?"
"-- but I've had a really long week at work, and I'm very tired, and this might not be the best night for you."
Ember put on his best kicked puppy look. "You haven't even heard why I'm here yet! This is a matter of the utmost importance. The future of my clan might be at stake."
"You said that last time, when you saw a person eating a fancy donut and decided you had to try one."
"How can you say that wasn't important? My well-being is also critical to the future of the clan."
"...Sure."
"But I mean it this time," Ember pressed, stepping close enough to Benjamin that he could smell flowers and earth. "I have something I desperately need to show you. I've even brought a gift to exchange for your help. I'll even pledge a favor to you."
"Well..." Apparently, this really was important to him. A favor owed by the fairy king wasn't something to take lightly.
"Three favors!"
"All right, all right!" When Ember was this determined, no human could stop him. "I'll hear you out. Can we at least go inside? We'll attract too much attention out here." He glanced over to a little old lady exiting her car, who was staring at Ember with a look of unmistakable thirst. She gave Benjamin a thumbs up. He groaned.
"Yes, yes, good thinking. My enemies could be everywhere," said Ember in a conspiratorial whisper. "See that bird?"ย
"The black bird sitting on the wires over there? Is that one of your enemies?"
"No, of course not. That's just an ordinary bird. But it could be." He grabbed Benjamin by the wrist and began to pull him towards the building. "Come on, let's go."
Ember's enthusiasm waned as the two entered the elevator, the fairy nervously grabbing at Benjamin's arm. Another metal box. As Benjamin understood it, Ember had a higher tolerance to cold metal and human pollution than most of his kin, which was how he could stand to be here in the outskirts of the city at all, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it.
As soon as Benjamin opened the door to his apartment, Ember flung himself at the pile of cushions that he'd built in the corner on a previous visit. He preferred the pile to the couch, which had the sheer audacity to contain metal springs. Benjamin had given up on dismantling it after each visit, another small concession to the fae invading his life.
"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" Benjamin offered, despite knowing how critical Ember could be when it came to human food.
Ember was lounging on top of the assorted cushions as though it were his throne. "Do you have anything that doesn't taste like the parking lot smells? Or at least something that has a lot of sugar in it?"
"I have Coke, that's pretty much entirely sugar."
"I'll have that, then." He seemed to be vibrating with anticipation as Benjamin brought the glasses of Coke over and sat them down on the coffee table. He grabbed his glass and sipped, making a comically disgusted face. "Oh, this is absolutely vile!" he said, then took a much larger gulp. "Now, down to leaves and roots. I need to show you what I have."
"Shoot," said Benjamin, kicking back on the couch.
Ember made an elaborate hand gesture, and a flat, dark object appeared in his palm, wrapped in a leather case. "Behold!" he said gleefully. "I've acquired one of those glowing rectangles you humans love so much!"
"A smartphone?" asked Benjamin. "Where did you get that? You didn't steal it, did you?"
"Of course not!" he said, mildly offended. "I traded with a hiker who strayed into my territory. It was definitely a trade."
"And what did they trade the phone for?"
"A bunch of our finest carrots! We've had an excessive bounty this year."
"You're saying a person chose to trade their smartphone for a bunch of carrots?"
"Yes! Well, that and safe passage from my realm. Minor details."
Benjamin pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's technically kidnapping, you know. And extortion, I think."
"Nonsense. She made the deal, and I honored it. I didn't even try to take her name, and I had Echo see her back to her campsite. You know how responsible Echo is."
"Yes, but she made the deal under coercion when she didn't really have a choice."
"It's a better deal than when humans take our land and fill our rivers with oil. At least she got something in return for it." He glared, daring Benjamin to challenge him further.
Benjamin sat back. This argument wouldn't go anywhere good, and as tired as he was, he really didn't want to make his night worse by putting the fairy king in a bad mood. "All right, fine. You have a smartphone. What do you need me for?"
Cheer returned to Ember's face as quickly as it had left. "You have to show me how to use it, of course!" he said, pushing the phone into Benjamin's hands. "You told me before that you can get information from it, more information than is contained in all the human libraries put together. And you said you can communicate with it, faster than birdsong or even wind writing. I want to learn. You have to show me."
Benjamin touched the screen of the phone, confirming his suspicions. "Neither of us can use this phone, Ember. It's locked."
"It's locked? What do you mean?"
"You need a passcode," he said, holding up the screen. "Without it, you can't use it."
"Is it like a riddle? Is it something I can guess?"
"It's a six digit number, and it'll probably wipe itself if you guess wrong too many times, so..."
"So it's impossible, then." Ember crossed his arms and flopped back into the cushions in a huff. "Tricky, diabolical humans! Next time I trade for a phone, I'll have to make sure to get the passcode, too."
"...Taking phones from humans isn't really the same thing as humans taking your land, you know," he said, unable to stop himself from opening his big mouth and picking the fight he didn't actually want. "A lot of us rely on our phones to navigate and communicate. A person could get in real trouble out in the woods with no phone."
Ember was having none of it. "The future of my clan is more important than the well-being of one human. Mastering the phone could give me a big advantage over my rival clans, one they'll never see coming. Besides," he said, leaning in closer. "it'd make talking to you so much easier, wouldn't it?"
Benjamin's breath caught as he thought of Ember actually learning to use a phone. On the one hand, there might be less surprises; on the other hand, he'd no doubt use it to accost Benjamin day and night. He decided to skip the subject. "Sorry I couldn't help you out with it. You know, you don't owe me a gift or any favors, since I couldn't actually unlock the phone."
"No, I intend to pay what I promised." Ember's eyes flashed with danger, and Benjamin realized too late he had implied that the fairy king might not make good on a debt. "I asked for your help, and you gave me the truth. I can tell you did. So I owe you for the service, even if the result was disappointing."
"Right."
"I haven't given you your gift yet," he said, and with a flourish, he was holding a bunch of carrots.ย
Of course. He should have seen that coming.
He knew from experience that the carrots would probably taste better than any produce he'd ever get from the grocery store or even a farmer's market. He also knew that they'd be laced with magic. Mildly addictive at least, with a high potential for odd side effects, and the more you ate, the more you'd be bound to the faefolk.
"You know how I feel about fae food," Benjamin said.
"And you know how I feel about humans rejecting my gifts," Ember countered. "Besides, carrots are good for you! Why not just eat them?"
"You know why. The food binds humans to the fae realm."
Ember scoffed. "The magic is far less potent in the middle of the humans' domain. It'll hardly do a thing. Besides, would that be so bad, to be bound to my realm instead of this one? I know you enjoy your time there. Don't pretend you don't."
It wasn't as though he hadn't thought about it.
It wasn't as though he didn't think about it a dozen times even on good days, every day since his kidnapping and brief captivity by Ember's clan. He'd think about it when he dragged himself out of bed to go to work each morning. He'd think about it when he was stuck in traffic. He'd think about it when some client acted like they would die if they bought a home with an insufficiently large kitchen island.
He'd close his eyes and remember laying back in the soft grass of a forest clearing and looking up at the stars, bathing perfectly clear and crisp water, adorning his hair with flowers, being pulled into a dance in a field at midnight. How Ember had laughed, how warm his hands were, the mesmerizing glint of his wings.
He wanted it.
But he knew it would be fleeting. Surely a fairy king wouldn't remain interested in him for long. Ember would get bored of him and he'd be nothing more than a discarded toy -- or worse, pressed into servitude for his clan. And Benjamin had put so much effort, so many grueling hours, into building the life he had. He couldn't trade something so important for a bunch of carrots.
"I don't want to regret it," he said simply.
Ember was not impressed. "Humans like you are always thinking about regrets, like you can see the future, when you don't even have proper soothsayers," he scoffed. "I don't worry about regrets, because I already know I'm doomed."
Benjamin knew exactly what he was talking about. When Ember had first taken the throne many decades ago, a revered soothsayer of his folk had come to the coronation. She'd predicted wealth and prosperity, a great bounty preceding the inevitable, slow decline of all of fae kind -- an event they called the Long Winter. Ember was supposed to be the last of his line, and despite his outward frivolity, Benjamin knew it weighed heavily on him.
"You're doomed, too, you know," Ember added.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Benjamin, wondering if it was an uncharacteristically naked threat.
"You're mortal, aren't you? All mortals are doomed. Condemned to die on the day you're born," he said, as casually as if he were discussing the weather. "You're like a cherry blossom, or a wave crashing against the shore, only existing for a brief moment. A brief moment you could be spending with me, in my realm, before it's too diminished for even humans to enjoy."
Benjamin wanted it.
"I can't," he said.
"Don't lie to me, Bee. I don't lie to you," he said. "You can. But you won't."
"I won't, then," said Benjamin.
For a moment, the tension and silence between them was thick enough that Benjamin could feel the magic crackling off of him. And then it passed.
"You should at least eat the carrots," said Ember. "They'll help with your eyesight, since you clearly can't tell how beautiful I am. If you admired me properly, you couldn't possibly resist."
"This has nothing to do with finding you beautiful," Benjamin protested.
Ember grinned, and in a split second, he was in Benjamin's personal space, practically pinning him against the couch. "So then you do find me beautiful. As you very well should."
Benjamin's face heated as he tried to think of a response that didn't make him sound like a flustered mess. Ember decided to make the problem worse by running his fingers through Benjamin's hair and down his jawline, his touch delicate.
"You're tired, aren't you," he said, tracing his thumbs under Benjamin's weary eyes.
No point in denying that. "Yeah."
"I owe you three favors. Cash one in, and I can take your fatigue away, at least for a little while."
Benjamin couldn't help but lean into the soft touch, his affection starved body soaking it up. Ember had caught his weakness, and he knew it, too, his eyes bright, his grin growing wider and wickeder.ย
"Look, Ember, I don't want to do anything too..."
"Oh, don't worry, human, I won't violate your precious integrity," he said. "And I won't take you away from here. I'll just massage your shoulders, to relieve the tension." Ember rubbed at Benjamin's scalp to demonstrate, and it felt divine.
"A massage and that's all?" said Benjamin, resolve crumbling.
"A massage and the pleasure of my company."
"Okay."ย
He really was doomed. Ember was right about that, as he was far too often.
Faefolk were far more casually intimate with each other than humans on the whole were. That was something Benjamin had observed when he'd been captured by them. They freely touched, danced, cuddled, and caressed each other, and even characteristically slept in large piles. This knowledge was also what shielded Benjamin's psyche from acknowledging how close he'd become to the fairy king.
Sure, they'd exchanged gifts, and he'd taken Ember on outings that one could reasonably consider to be dates, and they were intimate in ways that Benjamin normally wouldn't allow outside of a romantic partner...
...but Ember would discard him any minute now, he was sure. And getting so attached to a fairy king was a terrible idea, as anyone with sense would remind him. And a million other good reasons he had that were suddenly hard to remember when Ember was trying to charm him.
"Off with that terrible shirt, Honeybee." Ember's nimble fingers were working the buttons with the speed of a hummingbird's wings.
"I don't think this shirt is terrible. I like it, actually," said Benjamin, allowing it to happen.
"It's scratchy, and it's full of nasty chemicals. There's even long-dead creatures in it, somehow! I can't believe this is what passes for clothing among humans."
Benjamin shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. "Better or worse than the soda?"
"Terrible in different ways," said Ember.ย
Benjamin might have asked him to elaborate, but Ember's hands had found his shoulders, and he was flooded with endorphins as his skilled touch worked the knots around his neck. His mind went hazy with the pleasure, and suddenly he was quite content with the fact that Ember had visited instead of having a quiet night to himself.
The beads around Ember's neck clicked softly as he worked. "In my opinion, there's no reason you should be wearing a shirt at all."
"I don't think my clients would appreciate that."
"Clearly they don't appreciate art, then."
"Oh, they really don't."
Benjamin sank in bliss as Ember worked around his spine, nimble and warm like sunbeams. He couldn't help but relax into it, his tired eyes blinking slowly and his head swimming. He could feel gentle fingers trace symbols along his back, and he suspected Ember was casting some kind of spell on him, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care. Ember murmured a few words in his native language, which always sounded more like a song than words. So easy to float away on, filling his head with the smell of the forest after a rainstorm and the feel of soft clover under his feet.
"So, honeybee," said Ember, his voice low in Benjamin's ear, "tell me the real reason you continue to spurn my affections."
"I'm scared." The words tumbled out of his mouth without Benjamin's input. A truth spell. So that's what it was. "I'm scared that none of this is real. That I'm a toy that you'll abandon someday."
Ember's finger traced down his spine, making him shiver. "Bold words, considering how notoriously fickle mortals can be. But go on, do."
He couldn't stop himself. "I'm scared... because I always do the responsible thing. Take a job I hate to make money. Work long hours to get promoted. Buy a sensible car and live in a modest apartment. Forget about my art. Survive," he said. "I don't just do things because I want them."
Ember's finger traced a lazy circle on his lower back. "But you do want."
Benjamin could only barely choke back the impulsive thing that rose in his throat, the tide of need. "I think you know," he said. "I just don't want to be hurt."
"Your regrets will also hurt," said Ember. "You don't think it will hurt when age claims you, when your fire has been extinguished, when you remember a summer that will never come again, and recall all the things you wanted to do but didn't?"
It was hard to imagine. All his anxious mind could see was a near future where he'd made some fatal mistake, done everything wrong, ruined the life he'd spent so much time and effort and blood and tears building. He'd spent so much time escaping from his family that even now, he barely bothered to look at what was on the other side of the prison. Not being in prison was enough.
Ember couldn't be more different. He had the love and respect of his people, a world filled with beauty and creativity and debauchery and joy. He was always looking to drink in as much of it as possible, as though pleasure now could stave off the inevitable doom.
Maybe it could, and he just couldn't bring himself to reach out and claim it.
"I can't," he said.
"Lying, again? Even now?"
"I'm not lying. I can't," said Benjamin. "I can't -- yet."
"Yet."
"Yet." He knew what it meantย to speak that word to a fairy king for whom words were both law and currency. It was a promise, one that Ember would certainly hold him to.
Ember leaned over, resting his cheek on Benjamin's shoulder. "What are the conditions, then?"
"Time."
"A valuable thing. A steep price to pay. What do I get in return, if I give you time?"
Benjamin should have been expecting this, but in the haze of endorphins brought on by the massage and Ember's magic, his brain wasn't firing on all cylinders. What was something the fae wanted that wasn't him?ย
"A phone," he blurted. "I can get you your own phone, set it up to work for you."
Ember sat up, clearly interested. "I do want that. You know where I can procure one?"
"Well, the phone store..."
"You'll take me to the phone store, and negotiate with the humans there for a phone I can use?" he said, eyes shining. "And in exchange, I give you time?ย Time for me to pursue you? Time for your obvious desire for me to grow to unbearable levels?"
Benjamin swallowed hard, every alarm bell ringing. "Well, I --"
Ember pulled him backwards into an embrace, warm hands against his chest and lips tickling his ear. "I accept your offer."
It was increasingly difficult to think with Ember's flirtations, and Benjamin was still uncertain about what did and did not count as binding when it came to the faefolk, but he was reasonably sure he'd locked himself into this the moment he'd offered the phone. "All right," he said. "Meet me here at noon Saturday." He could hear Ember's frown, and immediately amended. "Meet me in two sunrises, when the sun is high overhead."
"I'll be there. I won't forget," he said. "And you'll keep your promise as well."
"Of course."
"So reliable. That's one of the reasons you'd make a most excellent consort, you know. You could make all the schedules and lists and plans you want, but instead of doing it in an office, you could do it entangled in flowers at my feet."
"And then I could watch as you gleefully tear the schedules and lists and plans up."
His laugh was like bells. "You understand perfectly," he said, falling over into Benjamin's lap. "But in truth, the harvest preparations are weighing heavily on my mind. It takes so much time, time that could be better spent charming you, or at least creating our matching outfits for the harvest ball."
Benjamin sighed. "I'm sorry, Ember, I don't really have time for -- did you just say matching outfits?"
"Yes, they're going to be splendid! I've been gathering the finest of the sunflowers and fallen leaves. I'll even make sure your nether regions are covered, since I know that's important to your kind for some reason."
"I -- don't --" Any relaxation from Ember's shoulder rub had gone. "I didn't agree to this. This is the first time you've brought this up. You didn't even invite me."
"Oh, yes. The harvest ball will occur half a moon from the moment when the roundest pumpkin will be plucked, and you must attend."
"How the hell am I supposed to know when -- never mind, it doesn't matter, because I definitely did not agree to this."
"Don't worry! You'll be there." Ember's eyes sparkled.
"That is not what I'm worried about. You can't just decide things like that for me"
"I haven't decided anything! I just know that you're going to be there," he said, sitting up. "Anyway, it's getting dark. I had better return to my crucially important duties before I'm missed. We're spinning spider's webs tonight, and if they aren't dyed exactly the right shades of violet, my subjects' clothes will be drab and disappointing."
"That sounds like a real emergency."
"Yes, you understand," said Ember with the utmost seriousness as he opened the window and made a low, haunting bird call. "I'll see you at the phone store, my honeybee. I'll bring the finest of the early harvest flowers and fruits to negotiate with."
"That really won't be necessary. Or helpful."ย
But Ember wasn't listening, because a mourning dove had answered his call. He turned and winked at Benjamin, and in a flash he was a few inches tall and on the back of the bird. Benjamin went to the window and watched as he flew into the sunset, and then flopped back down onto his couch.
He'd agreed to take Ember to the phone store. What had he been thinking? The answer was that he wasn't, that whatever whammy Ember had cast on him had diminished his better judgement. He should've just offered to buy Ember a phone from the internet to stop him from kidnapping hikers, but no. Now he was committed, and going back on a promise to the fairy king was an even worse idea than taking him to a store.
Benjamin's gaze traveled to the carrots sitting on the table. He shouldn't. He knew he was already starting to get addicted to the food of the fae realm, and the harvest ball would only make that worse -- because he already knew in his heart he'd end up going. All the more reason not to touch them, to throw them out.
But it'd been a long day.
He picked up a carrot and ate it without even washing or skinning it. It was more delicious than it had any right to be.
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There will likely be more of these two when I get my ideas together for them! Let me know if there's anything you'd like to see.
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Oberon for the lovley lovley @zenithzyl!
We've done some wild stuff with the feywild in our campaign (because it's technically still Ravenloft based) And by far my favorite design is Oberon!
No spoilers for whichlight or for the Carnival please! Even though we've strayed from canon, I still haven't seen alot of NPCS and locations yet. (like Yon)
#artists on tumblr#digital aritst#art#digital art#dnd5e#dnd character#ravenloft#wild beyond the witchlight#dungeons and dragons#feywild#ttrpg#ttrpg art#ttrpg character art#dnd npc#oberon#a midsummer night's dream#witchlight campaign#witchlight carnival#witchlight#fae#fae king#fairy king#hither#ravenloft campaign#goblincore#wbtw#spicyspell art#my art#Chaos Follows#home game
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fun thing of trying to figure out how to draw your own guys consistently
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OC-Tober '24 Day 23: Andir Ufali / Fairycore Fashion based on the prompts by ranfea on Instagram
#octoberartprompts#octoberartchallenge#oc#ocart#fantasycharacter#fantasy#fantasyart#fairy#fairycore#fairycorefashion#king#royalty#fairyking#commsopen#commissionsopen#october art prompts#inktober#october prompts#art challenge#october art challenge#fantasy character#character design#fantasy art#original character#fairy core#fairy fashion#fairycore fashion#comms open#commissions open#fairy king
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Anyone remember Strange Magic?
Well, for those who don't or have never seen it, it's a jukebox musical fantasy movie from 2015 that was produced by Lucasfilm.
Previously, I mentioned Alfred's opening narration which you can listen to here.
But did you know he also played the Fairy King, who is the father to the two main characters?
#i wish he had a name#i'm sure i could come up with something though#if i was to give him the fic treatment#where his storyline would kinda be like hotel transylvania 3#but until then#the moniker fairy king will suffice#his dialogue is a bit cringe#and very outdated#but i still like this character#especially the design#i'm so glad they gave him chubb#and they made him an adorable old man#so that was a plus#fairy king#strange magic#animated alfredo#video edits#alfred molina#videos
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'Fairy King' by Charles Altamont Doyle, (1832 - 1893)
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And as Titania rose, so did Oberon.
#i had so much fun making these haha#my blackmage glamour was already jester themed but then the fall guys crown and statice wings just made it so much better#ffxiv#ffxiv screenshots#fairy#feywild#il mheg#ffxiv gpose#final fantasy xiv#jester#fairy king#faerie
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