#Fem fairy! reader

[a-998h]

This one is a fam and I hope this dose not make you uncomfortable!

I see you're a fan of the Yuzuya fantasy series. Mostly because that is the only place in any piece of MHA fantasy au media in which soul flame is used. Anyway, let's move on.

TW: YANDERE, KIDNAPPING, INTIMIDATION, POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, UNHEALTHY DYNAMICS

It is OK to like yandere content so long as you don't have this kind of behavior in real life and don't condone real life yanderes

So for some context, you are a folklore type fairy from the Seelie Court and that's means you're a nicer type of fairy. You are also the size of Tinkerbell. Note, this also takes place before the events of Yuzuya's fantasy series for those who have seen it.

So, you were minding your business and living your life when you were lured into a trap by a crazy mage in which he tricked you into a jar lined with holy water and an iron lid. So, you were stuck for many months until Kirishima and Bakugo arrived. They were scammed by said mage and were hunting him down when they found you.

"Hey, Bakugo over here!" Kirishima yelled.

Bakugo, annoyed as always, wandered over to see what had drawn the attention of his dragon companion. Looking in the jar, he saw you. You were so small, fragile, and weak looking. They both knew the stories of fairies but Kirishima's bleeding heart caved at the look you gave them. So, they opened the jar and laid you on a cloth.

"How are you feeling?" Kirishima asks.

You stretch, happy to be free from the jar. Looking around, you see that the mage is gone but now there two very scary looking men staring down at you. Naturally, you start freaking the hell out which causes Kirishima to freak out as well.

Thye explain who they are and that calms you down a bit. They ask who you are and how up ended up in a jar. You explain and they feel really bad for you.

"So, you want come with us?" Kirishima asks.

"Huh?" You ask back

"He asked if you're willing to come with us," Bakugo says in mock annoyance.

You agree as you can't go anywhere with your wings still damaged.

3 months go by and your wings have been strong again. The times and adventures you three had were amazing. Though, you didn't seem to notice how much more protective the pair had been over you.

Thye both saw you as someone in need of protection and the world didn't do anything to prove them wrong. They always liked it when you talked about your culture but they didn't like when you talked about going home.

The week your wing is healed the two had already figured out they loved you, though it took Bakugo longer to admit it. So, they planned to tell you that they loved you.

That night around the fire they tell you how much they love you and that they want to be with you for the rest of your lives. They don't pause and there is no hesitation in their words.

"I.... I'm sorry. I can't feel the same, " you tell them.

They pause with Bakugo getting angry and Kirishima looking sad. They don't understand, why don't you've them? Kirishima, who had you sitting in his hand, holds you closer to his face.

"Why? Why don't you love us?" He asks teary eyed.

You correct him, saying that you did love them but that you aren't allowed to. Bakugo asks what bullshit says you can't love them and you explain that you aren't allowed to love humans and they pause.

Bakugo says that he's a dragon soul and that Kirishima is a regular dragon so you can still love them. You explain that even still, they look human so the fairies see them as human. This annoys Bakugo more. Kirishima begs, saying that youre their soul flame and that means you three are meant to be together!

"I'm sorry, but I can't," you say as you try to fly off his hand.

Next thing you know, Kirishima has you in a gentle but firm grasp.

"No, you can't leave and we aren't gonna let you!" He shouts.

He holds you like that when they return to Bakugo's homeland where you're placed under royal protection as the bride of the prince and his dragon. You can't leave and the people of the tribe along with your lovers will make sure you're never gonna leave until you all grow old and die.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Having a cute little fairy bf you can keep in your pocket is a lot of fun!!

He’s always so happy when you pull him out, and he’s ready to please you!

When you’re feeling horny, all you have to do it place him on your cunt and he goes to work, rubbing his little cock against your clit or suckling on it! He’ll try so hard to fuck you, but he’s just too little…

Getting to watch his little pointed ears and wings twitch as he cums tiny droplets into your cunt is just the cutest thing ever…

Just wait until he does a growth spell, then you’ll be stretched out and creampied as much as you want!

He’s desperate to breed your fat cunt and rebuild his species, so let him fill your belly with his seed and he’ll be a happy little fairy!

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[yanderedrabbles]

The North Wind & His Bride

The North Wind was the coldest and cruelest of winds. So when a man came to your father's door claiming to be him and asking for your hand, your father was quick to turn him away.

"My daughter is too bright and too kind to be wasted on the worst of the winds. Come back once you learn to carry spring on your breath instead of snow."

And all that night the wind whispered down your chimney. You dreamt strange dreams - of the colours found only at the edge of the world, of snow flurries and seas black as night.

The man returned the next day. And your father once again refused him. "Come back when you can grant succor to the poor and the pitiful and not freeze them where they sleep."

That night, the wind keened even higher and rattled the window shutters. You dreamt of a wedding dress with frost for lace and a ring the gold of sunrise on snow. When you woke, your ring finger was cold as ice.

The man did not come again that day and you huddled close to the fire, rubbing warmth back into your bones. Your father paced his study and tried to scheme a way of avoiding the wind.

That night, the air laid still as in a coffin and you slept the black sleep of the drowned. You woke in time to see the first snow of the year, two months too early.

Your father's crops froze in the ground or rotted with the thaw. He paced his study and tried to scheme a way of avoiding the creditors.

When next your suitor came, your father's good manners had been worn down by debt collectors and bank notes. He snapped at the wind like a thing cornered. "Come back when you can guide ships safe to port and not wreck them on icy shores."

That night, a blizzard blew in from the north and any creature not crouched by the fire or huddled indoors was found frozen solid. You dreamt again, of a man with cold hands and even colder eyes who danced with you under foreign stars.

Your suitor did not come again but terrible news did. Your brother's ship was wrecked by a storm high on the winter coast. All souls were lost.

Through your grief, a terrible anger began to grow.

When next your suitor came, you greeted him at the door. He had a face as finely chiseled as an ice sculpture and eyes the deep black of the hinterland sea.

"If you would have me as your bride, then I will have a dowry from you."

He took your hand in his and his touch chilled you worse than a corpse's would. He looked at you with a hunger born out of winter and scarcity and cold.

"Anything. Ask anything of me and you can have it."

All through your brother's funeral you thought of ways to avenge him. And now you asked the North Wind for the one thing you thought he could never obtain.

"In a kingdom far south of here, where the snow never falls and the winter never comes, there is a jewel carved from the sun God's bones. Bring me that as a wedding band and I will be your bride."

You thought he would flinch or ask you to reconsider. Instead he bowed and kissed your hand and said he would soon return.

You felt your hope slipping, but he did not return the next day. Or the day after that. The end of autumn came without snow or gales or the return of your suitor. Slowly, you began to breathe again. Began to heal from your brother's death. Began to dream of summer and love and fresh fruit bursting between your teeth.

The winter equinox dawned with clear skies. There was to be feasting that night, and dancing. You dressed your hair with silver chains and sweetened your lips with winter berries. When the music started, one young man after another swept you into his arms and spun you around the bonfire. You tilted your head back and laughed and flirted and forgot all about your suitor.

Near midnight, the wind started to blow. The fire hissed as snowflakes drifted down from suddenly cloudy skies. Your dance partner caught one on his glove and offered it to you. Daring and high on the thrill of dancing, you licked it off his finger. "Tastes of winter in storm," you teased and when he took you for another dance, you wondered if you'd caught yourself a husband.

He spun you around but the arms that caught you were icy cold even through the fine velvet of the wearer's suit.

Midnight tolled and you looked up into the eyes of the North Wind.

He pulled your hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against your skin. At his touch, even the bonfire at your back seemed to lose its warmth.

"The journey south was wrecked with danger and the sun almost melted me clean away, but I have brought your dowry."

Before you could pull away, he slipped a ring onto your finger. It was the gold of fire and sunset and desert sand, and it's warmth spread through you.

The snow turned into a blizzard but you didn't notice it. The wind outside the safety of his arms was sharp as stinging nettles and the townsfolk called to each other in panic, barely able to keep their torches from blowing out.

The North Wind kissed your cheek, eyes glimmering with triumph.

"You're mine now. My spring bride, my dearest love."

All your dreams of a sweet summer love melted. When the snow finally settled, you were no longer in the town square but in a throne room at the edge of the world. Green and blue lights danced in the sky and shone through the palace ceiling, bathed your new husband in all the colours of his kingdom.

He leaned forward and claimed his first kiss.

When you pulled away and tried to step out of his embrace, he tightened his grip and his smile both.

"You are my wife now," he explained in a voice as comforting as frostbite, "And a wife cannot refuse her husband's love."

Your sun ring was the only spot of warmth on your body and you clung desperately to the anchor it offered.

"I would not refuse you, husband of mine. But I am the daughter and the sister of common men and there are traditions to uphold before I can climb into your wedding bed."

"What more must I do to have you?"

What would he be unable to do, here at the end of the world?

"Build me a fire that burns all day and all night on one stick of wood and you can have me as promised."

"These are strange traditions you have, wife of mine. But I have come this far to have you, and I will go further yet."

He left you with a flurry of snow and the hissing shriek of a gale. When he was gone, you paced the throne room from one end to the other and could not find a door. Everything about the room was as stark and cold as he.

Exhausted and chilled, you sat at the foot of his throne. What terrible thing did you do to earn the love of the North Wind? You wiped away your tears and then jumped at the hissing sound they made when they touched your ring. Like water spilled on coals.

"You've melted his heart," your ring hissed. "And he cannot afford to let you go."

You stared at your hand. Eventually you found your voice and the strength to ask, "How do I escape him?"

"Trick him. His heart holds all his power. If you have it, you can ride the wind far from here. He was once a man and still might be tempted into a deal."

The ring was silent after that and you waited for your husband's return with bated breath. It was dawn when he came to you, a branch slung over his shoulder. It was of a dry, white wood that you didn't recognise.

There were no fireplaces in the North Wind's palace and so he laid the branch at your feet before he lit it. It caught with a harsh crackle and fire spread across it in a greenish haze. You stretched your fingers out to feel the heat and even the meagre warmth of it was a comfort.

But that comfort turned to a slow dawning horror when you realised the branch wasn't turning to ash. The fire ate at it but the wood refused to darken.

"It's a branch from Death's own orchard," your husband said proudly. "It can burn for eternity and never go out."

"Well done," you said, even though your lips were numb from panic. "But we must watch it burn for the full day and night or else our marriage cannot be consummated."

He sat down beside you and curled his arm around your waist. "It is an easy task to watch this fire, wife of mine. When I grow tired, I need only think of the reward that awaits me."

For a whole day and night, the North Wind held you his arms and watched the fire burn. When Dawn's light touched his palace again, he kissed your shoulder and then your neck and then your lips. He sighed with a deep contentment.

"At last I will have you."

With each kiss, you felt yourself grow colder. With each caress, the binding ties of marriage grew tighter. All night you thought of a trade to offer him and now you said it aloud.

"Husband of mine, I will come willingly to your bed and serve willingly as your wife. But I would ask you first for a boon."

"Ask, wife of mine. If it is mine to grant, then I shall grant it."

You slipped off his lap and turned to look at him.

"I would have your heart."

The North Wind sighed and miles away, a gale began to form. "You already have it."

"So have said countless suitors over countless years to countless girls. And still they were unfaithful, unkind. If your love ever turns away from me, I will be stuck here at the end of world with naught but sea bears and ice hounds to comfort me."

The North Wind sat on his throne and regarded you with eyes old as the mountains. In his own hall, in his own country, he did not seem like a man who could easily be tricked. Still, you tried. You let your hands drift across his cheeks and up his thighs, let his skin bask in the warmth of your touch.

"Grant me this, husband. And I will be yours for eternity."

Was it lust or love that made him hand you a knife and bid you cut out his heart? He guided your hand to the tender spot between his ribs and the bare skin of his chest almost made your reconsider.

The blade was carved out of whalebone and moonlight and he was bleeding before you even pressed down. You thought of your brother, drowned in the ice so far from home and found the strength to slice into him.

The blood that welled up from his chest was thick and black as oil. Where it touched your skin, hoatfrost bloomed.

He didn't seem to feel any pain - he only pulled you higher up his lap and watched the guilt and horror flicker across your face.

When the cut was deep enough, you pushed your hand into his chest and felt for his heart. His organs were colder even than his skin and it felt like you'd sunk your hands into snow.

The beating of his heart mirrored yours and when you finally grabbed it, the thrumming of his blood sounded just like your own.

You held the North Wind's heart in your hand and pulled it from his chest.

All at once, in all the countless winter kingdoms, the wind stopped howling and the snow grew still.

His heart was the size of your palm and oozed icy blood over your fingers. It was so cold that at first you didn't realise the numbness in your hand was spreading. It crawled up your arm like a burning frost and locked your bones in place.

You couldn't drop his heart even if you tried.

The North Wind looked at you with an indulgent, amused smile. And when the ice reached your heart he leaned up and kissed you.

He kissed you and for once his lips felt warm, felt human. Dimly, you realised it wasn't him who was getting warmer, it was you who was freezing over. Becoming a thing of ice and hunger as he was.

"Now you need never fear I will abandon you." The North Wind ran his hands up your sides and warmth bloomed in his wake.

"Now you can control the wind as I do and ride it to the furthest reaches of the world. You can swim with the sea bears and dance with the witches."

You looked down and realised his heart was almost gone, melted into your bones and blood.

He kissed you again. "My love, you are as free as the wind."

It wasn't until then that you realised the cost of freedom. The cost of having the North Wind's heart. And when he drew you up in his arms and lead you to your wedding bed, you were too cold to turn him away.

[ghostlyfleur]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.

steve harrington x shy!reader

summary: the girl steve loves finally makes a move.

contents: reader referred to as ‘sweets’. tooth-rotting fluff, mutual pining. normal font after the cut.

steve knows.

he knows that asking sweets to attend the town’s fair with him, and also the subsequent firework show, sounded a lot like asking her out on a date. in his defense, the rest of the party would be attending alongside robin, eddie, nancy, and jonathan. she had also said yes, so there’s that.

he picked her up at her cozy little cabin in his car; opened the door for her, complimented her outfit, even went as far as insisting he’d pay for the tickets. luckily, or maybe not, it seemed his angel remained oblivious to the inner turmoil that steve was facing; his longing to call this a date and the accompanying fear of her saying no.

somewhere deep down steve knew she would have said yes.

his angel looked oh so excited and happy to be amongst the laughing children, the fried oreos, the blinking neon lights, and the carnival-typical game stands that steve figured “screw it!”, and decided to pull all the stops for her.

the first stop was trying to win the girl a stuffed animal. simple, right? as it happens, steve ended up failing miserably at the target shooting stand, which then caused his girl to step up and win the game with suspicious ease.

“this is for you,” she said, smiling shyly as she handed steve the small, soft stuffed turtle she had just won.

despite his obvious blush, steve was now determined more than ever to make her smile like that for the rest of the night, however he just didn’t anticipate how dedicated the girl seemed to be on making him smile all night too.

while dustin and eddie fought for the last stick of pink cotton candy, robin tried to convince jonathan that all of the game stands were rigged, with nancy backing her up.

max stood on the side with lucas, eyes rolling exasperatedly while el listened to something will was saying instead of joining the others in trying to decide whether to go on the rollercoaster or somewhere else.

when three pairs of eyes — dustin, eddie and robin’s — turned to the two lovebirds for their opinion to settle an argument, steve and his girl saw this as the perfect moment to break from the group and run in the opposite direction, holding hands and laughing and ignoring their friends shouts behind them, to enjoy each other’s company.

steve is so happy to be spending some fun, quality time with his girl, doing all the things couples would normally do on a date, and that includes going to the nearest photobooth.

after counting down the coins in his pocket to pay for the pictures, he climbs into the booth and quickly realizes how small the little bench inside is. steve is feeling brave, maybe even a bit cheeky, so he pulls sweets by her waist to sit on his lap with the excuse of limited space on the bench. thankfully she seems more than happy, albeit shy as usual, to do so.

when the pictures are done they both step out of the booth with blushed cheeks, soft smiles, ragged breaths, and pounding hearts that are indicative of the mind blowing sequence of events that occurred inside the way-too-small, slightly dirty booth that now seems like both steve and sweets’ personal heaven.

with hands shaking, sweets takes the line of pictures from the slot on the side of the booth and starts biting her lower lip, her brain trying to catch up to what had just happened inside and how happy it made her. she feels steve’s all consuming presence appear close behind her, looking over her shoulder, hands softly placed on her hips, as the pair of them stare at the perfectly captured moment that they are sure to remember and cherish forever.

the series of pictures went as follows:

coming up blank with pose ideas, the two just looked at each other and laughed, but at the sound of steve’s carefree and loud laughter she just stares at him like he’s a dream come true-- and the first photo is taken. sweets looking at steve like he hung the moon and the stars while he’s mid-laugh, eyes squeezed close in mirth and head leaning towards her.

steve felt her staring and soon stopped laughing, a soft smile on his lips as he gazed lovingly at her, and he asks “what?” in a low voice-- the second picture is taken just as sweets impulsively presses forward and attaches her lips to his; her first ever kiss, mind you, and it’s caught on camera.

the third picture depicts sweets nervously rambling, “i was going to ask for permission to kiss you first, i promise!” with the tips of her right hand fingers pressed to her own lips that were tingling while steve has a glassy, dreamy look in his eyes, slack jawed, staring right at her pouty lips.

and for the fourth photo? well, the fourth photo shows steve pressing forward himself to shut her up with another impossibly sweet and tender kiss, both of their eyes closed and his hand holding her jaw, thumb brushing against her cheek up and down while his heart goes haywire.

as they part from the second kiss, steve remembers that that was his angel’s first kiss and asks “was that okay?” nervously, to which sweets just smiles impossibly big, a noticeable blush on her cheeks, and nods excitedly over and over again. that was the perfect first, and second, kiss and she couldn’t have asked for anything more magical.

with the physical evidence in their hands that what just transpired inside that tiny booth was real and not a perfectly lovely dream, steve feels like he won the fucking lottery. and feels even more like a winner when sweets looks just as happy and just as in love as he is, “we look great together,” he can’t help but say.

“yeah, we do.”

they hold hands for the rest of the night.

[mayullla]

Title: A Promise to a Red Rose

Character(s): Fairy King Oberon ( Original work)

Summary: The queen had made a deal with a rose that if she were to have a son her son would become a wise ruler but if she had a daughter she would offer the girl to the Fairy King. Warnings/tags: Yandere! Fairy King x Princess! Reader, Kidnapped, manipulations, power imbalance, drugging, dumbification (reader), forced intimacy, noncon body transformation, 3.3k words (please tell me if I missed anything!)

In a kingdom, there was once a king and a queen. Both were in love, so in love with each other that the people had created a song in the kingdom that many bards and kids sang. The affection that the king had towards his queen could rival the highest mountains while the queen's affections could rival the skies. The song was something that made both the king and queen proud of what they had.

It was only a pity that none could have it all… Fame, money and love they had all of it but only one. The queen was unable to conceive a child, an heir for the future of the kingdom, a child with her beloved. While many pitied the queen, many also had to push the king to find another lover for an heir.

The king was furious at such words warning that they were currently making a grave mistake that cost them their lives, yet for the queen who had heard those words could not help but weep in tears as she knew that the king still needed an heir. Heartbroken, she prayed to the fairies day and night, the window in her room open as she looked at the moon and stars or bright skies, not eating or sleeping as she begged the fay to give her a child.

One day in the darkness of night in her lonesome room she heard voices. Small voices that sounded like the jingles of bells and childish laughter. The voices asked why she was crying.

"Oh queen, why are you here? Why have you gotten on your knees? Why are your clothes that you wore damp and wet? And why does your face show sorrow and pain?" The voices asked.

The queen opened her eyes and saw fairies fluttering around her. Small children the size of roses that grew on her windowsill. "Oh queen, why are you so sad that you cry your heart out? Do you not have everything you ever wanted?"

"I am sad because I can't have a child." The queen replied to the fairies. "The king needs an heir yet I could not bore him a son. That is why I am sad because it is the duty of the queen to give the kingdom its heir.."

The fairies listened to the queen's cries and talked among themselves right after. The fairies then flew towards the balcony and made a red rose bud bloom far more beautiful than any rose that the queen had ever seen. The rose is bright red even in the darkness of night with faint glows and shimmers.

"Why have you been crying your heart out? What had pained you that you would not eat for 3 days and 3 nights." The rose asked and the queen explained once again why she was weeping.

"I wish to bore a son for the king. For only then I will be happy once again." The queen told the rose. The rose listened to the queen's story.

"I understand." The rose said, "I will grant your wish but it comes with a cost. A price that you must give."

"What is it that you want?" The queen asked, "Is it gold that you want? Is it jewels that you are looking for? I shall give you mines that store diamonds and emeralds within them for a child of my blood."

“It is not crystals that I am looking for but a life that I want. I shall grant you a life but in return, I wish for the same.” The rose spoke, declining the jewels and money that the queen would. What it wanted was a life. The queen was puzzled by the rose words for she didn't understand what the rose wanted.

"Eat this red rose and then go back to the king. Later when you give birth to a child if it is a boy he would become a king that is loyal and wise. The people would love him and he would rule the kingdom for a long time." The rose told her but it also said, "But if you bore a girl, she would be beautiful and lovely just like the first blooming roses in spring. But when she comes of age she will be taken away by me and she will become the Fairy King's wife."

The queen took the rose and ate it and then hurried back to the king. After a year went by the queen bore twins, a son and a daughter.

While the castle cheered for the children the queen remembered the promise she had made with the rose and broke down in tears again.

She cried day and night when the fairies came back once again. "Oh queen, why are you crying?" The fairies asked.

"I am crying because I have a daughter." The queen replied, tears falling from her eyes. The fairies listened to the queen's cries and talked among themselves. The fairies flew towards the vase and bloomed a small red rose bud into a beautiful rose far more lush than the roses after a rainstorm.

"Why are you crying, oh queen? The rose asked "Do you not have everything that you ever wanted? Do you not have a son that you wished for?"

"But I also have a daughter who I love." The queen replied. The rose was angry because the queen didn't want to give her daughter to the Fairy King. 

"Have I not granted your wish? For a son that will rule the kingdom for a long time?" The roses said in anger, "You promised that if you bore a daughter you will give her to the Fairy King."

But the queen could not let her daughter go because she loved her dearly. While the rose was angry because the queen didn't want to keep her promise that she had made a year ago. So the rose placed a curse telling the queen "The moment the princess pricks her finger in a needle, she will turn into a red rose and the Fairy King will whisk her away and take her to the fairy kingdom. From then on you shall never see the princess ever again."

The queen cried once again when she had heard what the rose had said but it did not take back its words, letting the rose that was so beautiful wilt and fall.

The queen had told the king and when the king heard this he made a command that every needle is to be taken away from the castle.

They took away every needle and spinning wheel in the castle and burned them outside. They didn't let the princess near anything sharp fearing that she would prick her hand and the Fairy King would take her away.

As the princess grew she had never seen a needle in her life and the king and queen had banned anything sharp to be brought to the castle for that day. The roses in the castle gardens didn't have thorns all cut by the gardeners that cared for them.

The prince grew to be smart and loyal. He cared for his people and the people loved him back. The princess grew up to be loving and kind, who cared for the people and was the treasure of the kingdom.

The prince and the princess' coming-of-age ceremony was held in the castle and the king happily invited all his people to come to the ball. The prince and princess were given many gifts and presents. Books from faraway nations, gems made into gorgeous pieces of jewelry, dresses made with the finest silks, an abundance of gold, and more.

As people danced at the ball, the last guest arrived to give his gift. It was an old man slowly walking towards them with a bouquet of roses. "I do not have much but I wish to give the prince and princes these roses." The old man said, handing the roses to the prince. "I thank you for your gift." The prince said. "Please enjoy the ball." The princess said.

The prince sniffed the roses, the fragrant smell stronger than any other rose that he smelled. The color of the roses is a deep shade of red and lush. "My sister look at these roses." The prince said, showing the princess the roses. "They are the most beautiful roses I have ever seen. More beautiful than a red ruby."

The princess looked at the roses and indeed they were just like the brother said. The princess wanted to touch the roses and reached out for a rose only to get pricked by the thorn of the rose.

The queen screamed when she saw the blood on the princess's finger and the king and prince tried to reach the princess when she was turned to roses as the old man had turned into the Fairy King and took her away to a world of fairies.--

"Fairy King! It is night time now and the queen is still with the child." The fairies chanted, calling the king to stop reading. Sharp eyes looked up from the book created by humans reading a familiar story simplified for kids' entertainment. Looking at the sky he saw the moon high up and stars shining bright. Standing up he listened to the fairies smaller than his own hand. “Where is my wife? It is getting late.” “She is with the boy, Fairy King. They are in the same place as before.” Flying out of the fairy castle into the garden where he knew you were currently and a small young human boy.

Under the moonlight, he found you sitting on a tree where he left you, and the boy continued to tell a story about his parents even when he saw the Fairy King from the corner of his eye. You would nod silently as if listening intently of what the boy had to say. 

"It is night now my dear." The fairy king Oberon spoke.

Hearing his voice you slowly moved your head towards him and quietly smiled while the boy pouted as if knowing that it was his cue to leave. It was as if he had come here many times before that too. "But I wanna still play." The boy whined only to be silenced when you slowly reached for the boy's hair, patting his head. At your touch, the young boy gave up his whining quickly.

"Promise me that we can play again?" The boy asked and received a soft smile from you. Seeing that the boy sighed "Okay..."

Oberon watched as the boy waved goodbye at you leaving the fairy world guided by the fairies when he looked at you again. The Fairy King watched as the boy continued to look back at you, eyes begging to tell him to come back.

The boy and you had similar features to each other.

Taking steps towards you he reached for his wife. You looked at him surprised yet your smile only grew when you realized you were off the ground and in his arms looking around like a child feeling tall. "My wife, my queen, it is time for you to rest too. This king knows that you are tired." Oberon spoke, only to receive a pout from you. You tried to shuffle away from his hold, push yourself away to make a distance so that he would not take you back when you were having so much fun. Yet your hands did little to make a gap between you and him. You were too weak, too frail to push him away.

Your attention was quickly taken away tho, when you noticed his platinum blonde hair that was long enough to reach the floor. On his head was a crown made of golden leaves and jewels. Reaching out you touched his face clear of any imperfections.

Oberon looked at you, smiled silently as you started to rub your finger on his chin, and then started to play with his hair and long ears as if you had forgotten when you tried to struggle away from his hold. Your eyes were hazy as if you were daydreaming as if you were in a daze, those had been your eyes ever since you arrived in the fairy kingdom. In tears and anguish from being taken away from your own home and family, you tried to run away so Oberon had to make sure you stayed.

Every fruit and dessert you ate was dusted with golden dust. With the showers that you had in the lake, the fairies would make sure to drop fairy dust alongside water and then coat your skin with golden liquid. The clothes that you wore white silk decorated with beautiful flowers and jewels. From roses, lilacs, and daisies to rubies, sapphires and emeralds as you moved your clothes and your skin sparkled in gold.

His shiny treasure. Adorable and sweet in his arms. The fairies cooed at his highness and his beloved. Once upon a time, you pushed him away screaming at the top of your lungs terrified of his kind, screaming that he kidnapped you. Only to calm down with golden honey. Each day Oberon fed you such honey made out of the golden dust, it was what gave the fairies their magic, their ability to fly but also their life spans. It was a common food for them, something like how humans treat rice, bread, or potatoes.

If a human were to drink such nectar or inhale so much of the fairy dust their life spans would lengthen and they would be beautiful, the old would become young again to when they were at their peak. But it also comes with a high cost. Fairy dust wasn't meant for human consumption, it wasn't meant for humans at all. It was an addiction, the moment one takes in that dust, they would never be able to turn back to their normal life. 

Humans feel ecstatic the moment they have it, a high that is so powerful that they can see nothing but happiness. They were blind to the world, while beautiful and young they had become too dumb to form sentences but even think. They go along with whatever others say and due to it, many have died as they were taken advantage of while others couldn't see the dangers right in front of them, as those who were drunk on such dust fell from high places or unknowingly consumed something they shouldn't. Yet even when the person finally goes back to normal they would start to crave it, an instant addiction that slowly turned them into monsters who could not understand what was right or wrong.

It was an immediate reaction when you finally drank the honey a faster kick compared to dust, it made the whole world dizzy as you didn't understand what was happening. But you are happy, so happy and you don't know why. Drool of honey and spit from your mouth, unable to function properly as the fairy king places you on your new throne. This shall be your home, and it has been for a long time now.

Years passed and every day they placed the honey down your lips whether you liked it or not keeping you happy and satted. Your little fusses are weak and short-lived as you look at the world around you with innocent eyes, sparkling and giggly. Hundreds of years pass by and you haven't aged at all, still so curious over something that you have seen every day almost as if you forgot every single time.  

While you should have died, becoming nothing but brainless when the dust could physically melt the brain. It was by the fairy king that you were still alive with his power; he would keep you whole right beside him.

Gone was your ability to walk something that he took long ago. Had he placed you down on your legs you would only collapse like a puppet with no strings unable to raise your body anymore. Your legs were useless now. Not that he minded it at all, to have you wrapped around his arms, nothing could ever compare to such thing. 

You were affectionate like this, so happy. Unable to form proper words, unable to remember your own name unless he spoke it. Moments after he did you looked like a puppy wagging its tail with wide eyes as if you had found a present… that was already yours.

Taking you deeper into the forest you placed your hands on the fairy king's cheeks a soft smile on your lips. Teasing he thought to himself as he looked at you, he kissed the crown of your head receiving a melodic laugh from you as you kissed his chin three times.

Oberon had grown affection for you, his lovely queen and while many tried to take you back long ago he didn't let them. The way to the fairy world and human world gate closed, covering the entrance with thick vines of thorns, that would not be cut even with a sword but only a small opening enough for a small kid to pass through if they so found the path.

The queen and king both had died in heartbreak over the loss of their precious daughter while your brother both smart and wise led the kingdom with care but had also become crazy over the loss of his sister behind the curtains dying with only regret. Many thought it was magic that killed the royal family but no one had the answers. The story went down and turned into a storybook for kids, which taught them to never make a promise they could not keep. When Oberon looked at the ending for the first time, he could not help but frown at its "happy" ending. 

But it matters not he thought to himself as he placed you down on a bed made of soft materials and on the edge sleeping flowers and gold carvings. He flew around you and took his side of the bed watching your breath as your body slowly inhaled and exhaled sleep had quickly taken you to your dreams. It seemed that you were tired from playing with your great grand-niece as you had quickly fallen asleep from exhaustion even after 2 naps in the daylight. Moving you closer he moved your body to make you face the pillow just a little as he touched your bare back where your clothes didn't cover that area.

You moaned uncomfortable by the cold hand touching your back but Oberon didn't seem to care as he looked for bumps in your naked back when he found a few. They were bumps that didn't quite belong to humans rather they belonged to fairies. Specifically, humans that were turning into fairies.

It will take a long time to change you from a human to a fairy queen, it would take more than a hundred years to grow wings, after all, they need to change the body to make room for a container to absorb magic. A human would not only need the fairy dust they would need the fairy king's permission that the fairy dust shall not kill the being consuming it… but also time. Time that most humans didn't have, but you have been given a gift ever since you were born you never knew it but you were already so different from humans ever since that deal that your foolish mother made.

He would make sure your wings would be as beautiful as the sunset, far more beautiful than lush roses, more that it would dull the color of rubies. And you will open your wings and flap them but this time you would fly towards him and into his arms. You will love him just as much as he loves you and you shall accept your place in his side as the queen of the fairies.

He would make sure that you would be beautiful and forever young. He kept you for over a hundred years now and he intends to keep you by his side for thousands.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 17: Fae Deal, part 2

Find part 1 Here! You'll want it!

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes Anthology here!

CWs: noncon; dubcon; double vaginal penetration; loss of control; multi-penetration; group sex;

A/N: This one ended up being much shorter than expected, probably because all the setup was yesterday. Ah well

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You stumbled on. Half pushing half carrying, the Prince brought you down the stairs. The Wylde Hunt was arrayed in the hall below, a dozen pairs of eyes on your naked body as you staggered on shaking legs. Their faces were sharp, their eyes cruel. You couldn't help but obey as they grasped at you, pulling you this way and that, groping at your bare flesh.

They pulled you up onto a table and looked you over. One pulled open your mouth, pushing three fingers down your throat and making you gag. They laughed as tears started to roll down your cheeks. You were pulled onto the lap of one of the Fae. He pushed himself inside you as one lined up behind. You cried out as both cocks fucked your pussy at once, frotting against one another inside you. Another penetrated your ass, yet another thrust down your throat, filling you completely up with a cacophony of cocks, each pounding hard into you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you coughed up mouthfuls of slick drool. You could feel every inch of both cocks in your pussy, every vein and bump pressed into your soft walls. Your punished cunt was clenching in a neverending orgasm, driving waves of pain and pleasure through you. Your moans and cries muffled through the cock thrusting in your throat, barely audible over the jeering of the Fae around you and the wet slapping coming from your overstuffed cunt.

The Fae below you pushed your pussy harder, cumming into you and driving his partner over the edge, lubing each other with their mingling cum before they pulled out, swiftly replaced by another of the Hunter's fist pounding into you. The one in your ass came next, his seed leaking out of you before another Fae took his place and fucked it back in. Next your throat was filled with hot cum, the Fae thrusting down it even as he pumped it into you before he too was replaced by one of his fellows.

Over and over they had their ways with you, every time one pulled out of you he was replaced by another. Every one of your holes was full, dripping cum and slime as your orgasms caused your body to pulse and throb, only leading to you oozing yet more onto the table and floor.

The Fae started to tire. Or they simply got bored of you. You were left alone on a table. Bare and dripping you started to recover yourself. You could feel the flood of cum in your ass and your womb, you could taste the stickiness at the back of your throat. You closed your eyes, grateful for the rest. After changing your body and taking your will, you dreaded what the denizens of this unfamiliar place would do to you next.

The Prince of Spring approached you again.

"Sit up, pet. Now we've broken you in, I can put you to use"

[munsonsfairy]

eddie munson is the type of guy to bring your hands to his lips and kiss them all over softly, then bring one of your hands to his jaw to nestle into it.

[lipglossanon]

♔ 𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢 ♔

• A Dozen Roses • Fairy Tale AU •

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dead dove, incest, father/daughter incest, possessiveness, kissing, groping, thigh riding

Dawn does not break. A summer storm overtakes the early morning sky and overshadows the sun with pounding rain that comes down in sheets as lightning forks in the distance. Your chamber maids dress you warmly for even inside a chill is persisting along the stone corridors. 

Your father is nowhere to be found. Off with his fellow knights on a hunt, waylaid by the weather. That’s what the stable hand tells you as he points out the empty stall where your father’s steed usually rests. You frown out across the wide terrace as the maids usher you back inside. 

The day passes slowly, your ladies trying to distract you with music and sewing. One even whispers to you about the most recent gossip floating amongst the gentry. That your father has already chosen you a suitor— someone he was to announce after his hunt. 

“Is this so?” You murmur quietly, eyes seeking the window and yet only seeing the storm. 

She nods, threading her needle, “Yes, Princess. But tis only a rumor, just another tale to spread for those with too little responsibility.”

You smile at her, “I suppose that’s true enough.”

The talk turns to other things, letting you fall back into your thoughts. The book containing your mother’s story lies tucked against your side. Your grand plan of speaking to the King this morn dissipates like mist in the light. The day drags along and after supper, you visit her portrait hoping to glean more insight into this ghost. 

Refreshing her wilted lilies, as you have countless times before, makes your heart race with longing. Magic is all well and good but it seems to only have a place for you in the shadows of your heritage. Gifting her a single red rose, you place the thorny stem in the middle of the lilies and take your leave. Your ladies-in-waiting walk with you back to your chambers, bowing and bidding you a goodnight as you part from them at the door.

Once you’re completely alone, you light a candle and read over the words and secrets left behind in the diary until they swim across the page. You hear loud movement coming from beyond the door, leading you to creep across the cold floor to press an ear to the wood. The deep voice of your father can be heard but you are unable to parse what is being spoken. 

When you’re sure the hall is empty once more, you climb back into bed, hand reaching for the book you set aside. Eyes gaze unseeing upon the leather cover. The King has known everything all of this time and yet kept his distance. It hurts you. Makes you seek him out now regardless of the late hour, book in hand as you enter his rooms uninvited. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He’s seated in front of the fire, dressed down for the night in a simple tunic and breeches. His hair and clothing are soaked from the storm still raging outside. You suddenly realize you’re in your nightgown and how improper it was to walk through the castle in such undress as well as to be standing in the King’s antechamber. 

“Tell you what?” He tilts his head, eyes dark and heavy as they drag down your immodest shift—fists clenching where they lay against his thigh, “tell my precious little princess she holds magic in her blood?”

“Yes,” your voice turns pleading, “why hide from me what is my right?”

He shakes his head, “Twould do no good,” standing, he walks over to you, water dripping from his hair to the straight line of his nose, “would you have had me toss you off to that forest witch to be raised?”

Chills race down your back as he brushes stray hairs away from your face, “You are my daughter, my property... my responsibility.”

“You never cared before,” words burst from your lips like overripe fruit. “You paid me no mind until this summer, Father.”

“Because you look like her,” he growls, eyes flashing in the low light, “you could be her.”

He grasps your upper arm and walks you over in front of the looking glass; his free hand reaches up to cup your chin roughly, forcing you to gaze at the mirror image. You clench your eyes shut and he chuckles, a low mean sound, against your back. 

“Look, my naive daughter,” his calloused hands pinch into the skin of your jaw and you meet his eyes in the reflection, “you have given me a most precious gift— a second chance with my dear beloved.”

A gasp spills from your lips as the King lets go of your arm to cup your mound through your thin nightgown. 

“Have you been good while I’ve been away, Princess?” He murmurs against your ear, fingers rubbing slowly against the heat gathering at the apex of your thighs. 

“Yes, Father,” your brows pinch together, body leaning into his touch. 

“Good girl,” his thumb rubs across your bottom lip. 

That hot shivery feeling you sometimes get overtakes you, eyes darting to the King’s mouth. A yearning cavern opens in your chest, a hollow echo of loneliness making your lips part. It’s the same feeling that you had when he took it upon himself to confirm your purity, his mouth hot and wet upon your cunt. 

“You should check, Father,” the damning words whispered as if that would soften the indecent request. 

He presses his thumb past your lips, pushing against your tongue as you suckle the digit. 

“I should,” he rumbles, gaze hot on your mouth as he turns your head to the side, “just to be sure your chastity is in place.”

A chaste kiss is dropped to your mouth, fleeting like the brush of a butterfly's wings. Whining, you tilt your head further, bodily asking for more. He presses another kiss against your lips, so different from Lord Winters. Your father claims your mouth for his own. He makes you sigh and gasp against his lips as he tastes you deeply, tongue stroking alongside your own. 

Your legs nearly give out and he wraps his broad arms around you, holding you to his firm chest as he kisses you heatedly. Head fuzzy, you sink against him, letting the King kiss you senseless. Pulling away, he shushes your whining before tugging you to the armchair in front of the fireplace. 

Once he is seated, he pulls you into his lap, indecently straddling one of his legs as your gown shifts leaving your bare cunt to rest on his trouser clad thigh. He pets your sides, a strange little smile hovering over his lips.  

“I never thought I would have this again,” he murmurs, “come, kiss me again, my sweet daughter.”

You’re much too eager and uncouth, but he takes it in stride; slowing you down, guiding your lips and tongue until you’re moving in sync with him. It’s addicting, like eating sun warm strawberries from the garden. Forbidden but so so sweet. The juice sticky and syrup thick, filling your mouth with decadence. 

His sword calloused hands grip your hips, guiding you into a rocking motion that makes you bleat and moan against his lips. A rare warm chuckle from him makes your mind buzz. You follow his motions until he’s able to squeeze and pet your hips as you rock against his thigh. The sharp bolts of pleasure make you leak until his trousers are soaked, sticking to the soft lips of your cunt. 

“Want me to teach you?” He whispers hotly in your ear, “teach you all the ways to feel good, my precious princess.”

“Please, Father,” you mewl quietly, kissing him needily.  

“I’ll show you,” he promises, voice dark as his eyes, hands grasping your gown to delve underneath, fingers skimming across your bare hips, “teach you like I did her—such gorgeous witches I’ve owned.”

Thoughts too hazy to pay attention, you sigh and gasp when his hands drift under your nightgown to grasp your breasts, squeezing the soft fat with a groan. The King’s mouth drifts along your neck, lips soft as he kisses the sensitive skin. Chills race down your body, your mind a haze of wanton need. He kisses your breasts through the nightgown as he pinches your nipples. 

Whimpering at him, you tangle your fingers in his still damp hair. Your body is hurtling to that peak that whites out your thoughts, pleasure curling up like a sated cat in your stomach. The rough fabric of his trousers rub against your soft, wet heat as you rut back and forth on his thigh, making you moan softly. 

“My sweet witch,” he pulls away to gaze up at you in satisfaction, “my beloved made whole again.”

Bringing your face closer, he kisses you far sweeter than before. This surprising show of tender affection brings you to your climax. Your voice stutters out, a broken cry lost in his wet kisses. The fire in the hearth roars to life like dragon’s breath as glasses on the mantle shatter only to land as glittering diamonds on the floor. 

Your father chuckles warmly and it sends a frisson of heat pulsing at the apex of your thighs. 

“Such a gift, my precious princess,” he brushes his thumb across your swollen bottom lip.  

The expulsion of magic makes you tired. The King keeps you on his thigh, the rough material of his breeches bringing you to climax again and again as he kisses the moans from your mouth. Never pushing it further, he makes a promise to show you everything with each time you clench on nothing and cum on his lap. 

It’s cock crow when you finally pull away from your father’s embrace. Lips and cunt swollen from his rough touch and yet your body and heart ache for more. 

“I shall escort you to your room,” he helps you stand on trembling legs, wrapping one of his heavy riding cloaks around your body—his smoky scent surrounding you. “I’ll make sure you have the morning to yourself for resting.”

You hum, exhausted in more ways than one, and easily follow the King back to your room. As he tucks you into bed, you pout and grasp his shirt, seeking another kiss before you fall into slumber. 

“Sleep well, beloved,” he murmurs, kissing your temple before pulling away. 

Although you wouldn’t realize until too late, it’s the end of your old life. 

[newtthetranswriter]

Hi could I get a natsu x reader where before Lucy joined the guild natau and the reader go on a mission together but goes horribly wrong which causes the reader to go in a coma and doesn't wake up when Lucy joins and when the reader wakes up she looses her memories so natsu does everything to get them back for her making him feel guilty

Burning Memories

Word count: 3198

Paring: Natsu x fem reader

Warnings: Amnesia, possibly ooc Natsu, the timeline may be wonky but hey whatever, let me know if I missed anything

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for the request. Sorry it took a while but I’m happy with how it turned out. The ending isn’t perfect but if anyone is interested I’d be willing to make a part two. Anyways I hope you enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

   He had no idea what went wrong. It was supposed to be an easy mission, kill the monster and collect the reward. That’s it, they had done this kind of job hundreds of times so how did it go so wrong. Watching the beast slam Y/n into the wall behind him scared him. Not because he feared for his own safety, but because why wasn’t she moving. That was the only thought going through the Salamander’s mind.

   After barely managing to distract the monster, he grabbed Y/n and ran. Natsu’s only priority was getting Y/n back to Fairy Tail and getting her help. As he rushed back to the guild hall with his unconscious partner, he couldn’t help but thank whatever higher power that their job wasn’t far from Magnolia. After all he wouldn’t trust just some random person to take care of Y/n.

   When he arrived at the guild hall, he was greeted at first with the normal ruckus of the Guild. But as soon as they noticed the wizard in his arms and the panicked look on his face, every one went silent. Makarov acted first, instructing Mirajane to lead Natsu to the infirmary and ordering for Gray to fetch Porlyusica. Once Natsu had laid Y/n in one of the beds he refused to move until he knew how Y/n was doing. It took Gray and Elfman to pull him out of the room so Porlyusica could check on her.

   The wait for news was stressful to say the least. If anyone walked into the guild hall at that time they would see two things. First being that the entire guild was silent, and second being Natsu knocked out and trapped by one of Freed’s enchantments. It was the best bet for everyone to knock him out because while he was awake he wouldn’t stop trying to get back to the infirmary.

  After what felt like hours Makarov and Porlyusica exited the room. As if sensing a change in the room Natsu shot up slamming into the invisible wall around him. “How is she? Is she ok? Let me outta this thing.” He was frantic as he tried to get out and to his friend.

  “You’re not leaving that enchantment until you calm down. As for Y/n, all we can do is wait. She’s still unconscious and we are unsure when she’ll wake up.” Makarov said, silencing the fire wizard. Everyone else in the Guild was silent taking in the information, one of their own was hurt and there’s nothing else they could do. Eventually Porlyusica left the hall, leaving the Fairies to worry by themselves.

   After about a month there was no sign of improvement in Y/n’s condition. She still laid in the infirmary bed unmoving. Natsu had spent nearly every day sitting by her bed telling her about everything that has been happening in the Guild. And not that he would admit it but when it got late and Happy would fall asleep on the unconscious girl’s chest, Natsu would beg for her to just wake up so he could apologize for letting her get hurt.

   It had been another two months with no sign of improvement in Y/n’s condition, and Natsu hadn’t gone on a job since the incident, wanting to be there when she woke up. But eventually a rumor reached the guild hall of a so-called Salamander in the port town of Hargeon. After much convincing from Happy and Mirajane, Natsu finally left the guild hall. If there was no sign of Y/n waking soon he might as well see if this Salamander was Igneel.

   Time skip

    Now four months after the tragic incident, there was still no sign of improvement. Even though she had long since healed from the injuries, Y/n was still in a coma. And while the entire guild was worried about her they all continued to go about their lives. Natsu even somewhat returned to his normal self. Fighting with Gray over random things and going on jobs with Happy and Lucy. Even if he began to settle back into things, he couldn’t shake the guilt he felt over his comatose friend.

    Not wanting her to think he forgot about her, Natsu would take one day after each job where he would sit with her and just tell her about how things had been going. He knew she likely couldn’t hear him but it gave him a sense of peace to talk with her again. There was also a small piece of him that hoped talking with her would help her wake up sooner. And that’s how life went for the dragon slayer, for some time. Go on jobs with Lucy and then return to the guild hall to update Y/n about how the job had gone.

    Time skip

     After taking an S-Class job without permission, being nearly killed by Erza for taking said mission, and finally completing the job; all Natsu wanted to do was get back to the guild and update Y/n on how he completed an S-class job. But what he was not expecting was to enter the guild hall and be faced with the clearly wide awake Y/n speaking with Mirajane. He was rendered speechless as he took in the sight. His best friend who had been unconscious for months was up and walking around like nothing happened.

    “Hey Flamebrain, are you going to actually go in or are you just going to block the door?” Gray asked, trying to get Natsu to step into the guild hall instead of standing frozen in his spot.

    Natsu didn’t respond, he just kept his eyes focused on Y/n’s smiling face. So many emotions were running wild in his mind, not knowing how to respond to this new development. The group behind him, looked around the frozen mage three of them being just as stunned by the sight and the fourth being slightly confused.

    “Who’s that talking with Mira? And why do you guys look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Lucy asked not having seen Y/n before now.

     “It’s Y/n.” Was the only response she got from Natsu before he moved across the hall.

     The blonde took a moment to process what he said before realization struck her. “Wait, that's Y/n. But I thought she’s been in a coma since before I joined the guild?” She asked turning to the Ice wizard next to her.

     “She was, but I guess she woke up while we were gone.” Gray answered, also moving to greet his friend. Erza and Happy also followed, excited to check on their friend.

     As the group arrived next to Y/n and Mira, Natsu was once again at a loss for words. Unsure of how to speak to Y/n after spending so long talking and not receiving any response. When he finally settled on what to say, He was cut off.

   “Gray, Erza it’s great to see you guys. I’m sorry to have worried you guys for so long.” Y/n said smiling at the two wizards, completely ignoring the pink haired man beside them. “How did your mission go?” She asked.

    The small group all shared a slightly concerned look, because prior to the incident, if Natsu had gone on a job without her, Y/n would immediately demand an update on how it went. But now, she showed no sign of interest in Natsu, not even looking in his direction. “It went pretty well, if it wasn’t for the hot head over here though I might have died.” Gray said, taking notice of the clear confusion on her face when he pointed to said hot head. “Anyway, how are you doing? When did you wake up?” He asked.

    Y/n shook off the confusion, before smiling back at Gray. “Oh, I’m good. I woke up yesterday. Again I’m sorry for causing so much trouble, you all must have been super worried.” She said, glancing to the side at the somewhat familiar stranger next to her. “It also looks like we got a few new guild members. Hi, I’m Y/n it’s nice to meet you both.” Y/n turned to where Natsu and Lucy were standing holding out her hand for them to shake.

    That one interaction caused Natsu to finally break. “What do you mean ‘nice to meet you’ ? You've known me for years. We’ve been partners for years. Hell, I sat with you almost everyday while you were in your coma.” Natsu said his anger was bubbling up. He didn’t mean to sound upset or rude, he was just confused. Had Y/n really forgotten the last five years of her life? No that wasn’t it, she was talking with Gray and Erza like she normally would.

     “I’m sorry Natsu, I should have had someone meet you at the door and worn you. For some reason it seems that Y/n has forgotten some things.” Mirajane said, taking notice of the troubled look that was now present on Y/n’s face.

     Mira’s words however did nothing to calm Natsu, if anything it made things worse. “What do you mean ‘some things’? She clearly remembers all of you. It’s clear that I’m the only one she forgot.” He snapped, causing the whole guild hall to fall silent.

     “Hey calm down Natsu, I’m sure she’ll remember you soon. She was in a coma for almost five months, you have to give her time to readjust.” Gray said, placing a hand on Natsu’s shoulder hoping to calm him down.

     Natsu just scoffed, shrugging the wizards hand off of him. “Easy enough for you to say. Y/n remembers you.” He said turning away from the group. “Whatever, I’m going for a walk. Are you Happy?” He asked the cat as he began to make his way out of the guild hall, through the back doors. 

    The blue cat looked at his friends who were slightly shocked from the wizard’s outburst. “I’ll try to talk to him. It’s good to see you awake Y/n.” Happy said before conjuring his wings and flying after his friend. “Wait for me Natsu.”

     After the door closed behind the two, all eyes were on Y/n. “Hey are you alright?” Gray asked, noticing that the girl was holding back tears. 

     Y/n just shook her head. She had no idea what just happened, but seeing the pink haired wizard upset and storming out of the guild hall because of her made her heart hurt for some reason.

    “You really don’t remember Natsu, do you?” Erza asked, concerned for both her friends.

    Processing the question, Y/n tried to dig up any memories of the fire dragon slayer, but came up blank. “I’m sorry. I really don’t know who he is.” She said shaking her head, trying to pull up the missing memories was really irritating her. “Really, I’m sorry. I want to remember him. I never want to hurt my friends in any way, but I just don’t know who that is.”

    The group was silent and eventually the rest of the guild went back to their regular conversations. After thinking for a moment, Lucy got an idea. “Wait, you remember Happy don’t you?” Lucy asked, receiving a nod paired with a confused look. “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Lucy, a celestial wizard, and don’t worry about having forgotten me, I joined while you were in your coma. But anyway, if you remember Happy then you should have memories of Natsu. Afterall, they never really leave each other’s side.” Lucy explained her idea after introducing herself.

   Y/n thought for a moment trying to remember anything that had to do with Happy. Of course she remembered the blue cat who could fly and talk, but even looking back she couldn’t remember the pink haired wizard. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I can remember Happy clearly, but I still have no idea who this Natsu is.” She said, holding on to her hair in frustration.

   “Hey it’s okay, you went through a lot. Just relax, I'm sure the memories will come back with time.” Erza said, resting a hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “For now we just have to be patient and try to jog your memory somehow.”

   Y/n just nodded. “I should go talk to him though. He’s upset with me and I don’t know why but it hurts to know that I caused his pain.” She said looking at the requip wizard. “Do any of you know where he may have gone?” She asked, looking at her friends.

   “I don’t know if that’s a good Idea Y/n. Natsu’s a hot head, and he seemed really upset. Maybe you should give him some time.” Gray said, hoping to persuade Y/n to not go after the mage. Seeing the look of desperation on her face, Gray sighed. “Fine, He’s probably sitting at the beach behind the guild hall.” He pointed towards the back of the hall.

   She nodded in thanks before running out of the hall. Y/n may not remember Natsu but she felt the need to make sure he was okay. Once outside she looked to the shower line, seeing the pink haired wizard sitting with his knees to his chest. Next to him sat Happy who looked to be trying to cheer him up.

   “What do you want? It’s not like you know me, so why are you out here?” Natsu spat, not even turning around.

   Resisting the urge to turn around and leave, Y/n just walked closer and sat beside him. “I just wanted to make sure you are okay. Even if I don’t know you, my emotions are responding to yours.” She said, hoping to get him to open up.

   He just turned to look at Happy who sat on his opposite side. “Yeah right, Erza or Gray probably sent you to try and get me to calm down.” He was being defensive. Natsu wanted to believe Y/n so badly but he couldn’t get his hopes up. 

   “That’s not true. I came out here because seeing you so upset because of me hurt. It felt like my heart was going to break if I didn’t come check on you. My mind doesn’t know you but my body does. Please just talk to me. I want to know why I feel this way.” Y/n practically begged the Dragon slayer to listen. She didn’t know why she was so desperate for him to talk with her, but she couldn’t ignore the feeling.

   Natsu sighed before looking out at the water in front of them. “We’ve been best friends since you joined Fairy Tail five years ago. It was alway me, you and happy going on jobs and kicking ass.” Natsu began explaining. Y/n just listened hoping that something he said would trigger a memory. “You even helped me kick Gray’s ass a few times. On long train rides you’d do anything to keep my mind off my motion sickness. If you were having a bad day, I was the first to know. Everything was great until five months ago.” He reminisced, looking over hoping something clicked for Y/n.

  “When I got put in a coma?” Y/n asked, earning a sad nod from her companion. “I remember going on a job that was supposed to just be taking out a monster that was causing trouble in the forest, but something went wrong. Next thing I knew I was in the guild hall being told it’s been five months.” She explained what she remembered, curious what Natsu had to do with it. “But I thought it was a solo job?”

   Natsu shook his head. “You’re right about the monster in the woods causing trouble, but it wasn’t a solo job. We took the job because it was routine for us, track down the beast, roast it, and collect our pay. But apparently the job request got put on the wrong board.” He explained looking back at the water. “It was supposed to have gone up on the S-Class board, but was put on the regular one by mistake. Anyway, we went out looking for it and quickly found it in a cave. It was going fine until I looked to make sure Happy was ok and the beast grabbed you.” He was gritting his teeth at the memory. “By the time I heard your scream, you had been throwing into the wall. I acted as fast as I could distracting the beast, before grabbing your limp body and running as fast as I could to the guild hall for help.'' By the time Natsu finished retelling what was surely one of the worst days of his life he was holding back tears.

   Y/n sat stunned hearing the whole story of what had happened that day. “Wow, I’m so sorry. If I was stronger than I wouldn’t have gotten hurt like that and I would still know who you are.” Y/n said playing with the sand beneath her feet.

   “You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault. If anything it’s mine for not realizing that the reward on the job was too much for a regular request. It’s my fault for not keeping an eye on you. It’s my fault for not being strong enough to protect you.” Natsu said, each sentence conveying more of his guilt. “I’m sorry, Y/n because I was weak, you got hurt and lost five months of time. If anything, you forgetting me is like my punishment for failing as a friend.” He finished, his tears that he was holding back now freely falling down his face.

    As Natsu buried his face in his scarf, Y/n was at a loss. “It’s not your fault. I may not remember exactly what happened but you can’t take the blame. And you can’t possibly think me forgetting you is just punishment for you. It’s hell finding out that there’s this person who I apparently spent so much of my life with that I no longer remember. I want to remember you, every fiber of my being is begging me to recognise you, but nothing comes up.” Y/n said, letting her tears fall. “If we truly are as close as you say we are, please help remember you, Natsu.” She asked, looking him in the eyes when he turned to face her.

   Coming to a decision, Natsu quickly jumped to his feet. “Right, I can help you get your memories back. It’s my fault you lost them therefore it’s my responsibility to help you get them back.” He said proudly looking at Y/n, offering a hand to help her up.

    “How do you plan to do that Natsu?” Happy asked, flying to be eye level with the two humans.

    Natsu thought for a moment before responding. “I’m not entirely sure, but I won’t give up until Y/n remembers everything.” He said, earning a sigh from his cat and a chuckle from his friend.

    It was true, none of them knew how to bring back Y/n’s memories, but Natsu was not going to give up. He would spend the rest of his life trying to help Y/n get her memories back, and if that didn’t work he would just make new ones with her.

[1-800-local-slut]

The Fairytail brainrot is STRONG

[wallflowergirl2006]

Thinking about having a gang of pixies. Like they help around the house like fixing stuff, cleaning, cooking or anything that needs to be done. Generally they're about the size of your arm but they're still relevantly small. They are also a clingy bunch whining and crying when you have to leave. Sometimes you’ll take them with you but you have to remind them to behave and not make any noise. Also sometimes you’ll catch them making gifts for you to appreciate the love and care that you give them.

You love it and they love giving you the stuff that they make. You just all love each other and wouldn’t change it for the world.

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[bunnis-monsters]

thinking bout a needy little fairy who's the size of your palm.. He wants to be able to please you so bad, to fuck you on his cock but he's just way too small to do so, it almost beings him to tears.... poor baby

And he’s just so frustrated! He wants to satisfy you, but usually all he’s can do is lick and suck on your clit and nipples…

If only he could stretch you out on his cock, push his tip against your cervix and make you scream his name…

But for now he’s only able to shove his arm into your cunt, trying his best to make you feel good!

He gets so overstimulated when you hold him in your palm, your tongue wrapped around his little cock as he cries and begs for you to give him a break. He’s been cumming every few minutes for an hour now, and his tip was red from abuse.

But to you, it was only a few drops on your tongue worth of cum, and you promised to milk him dry.

He flutters his wings, sniffling shyly as he watches you play with his cock and tease him. You’re just so mean, making him cum until he passes out!

That’s why when he does end up getting a growth potion he gets his revenge and fucks you until you can’t think straight. At least, that’s what he wants to do…

[saiyanprincessswanie]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + soothing technique 🥺

😍😍 I never get one of these so I’m so excited! I’ve never written for the hunky Curtis before so I’m going to give this a try.

Cure your ache

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader

Summary: Curtis takes care of you in more ways than one.

Warning: Smut and soothing massage.

Word Count: 700

A/N: not edited, written on my phone. No clue if I did this right. 🫣

Curtis comes home from work and finds you lying on the couch on your stomach with a heating pad on your back. He kneels beside you taking in your tired features.

“Princess, are you feeling okay?” His hand softly cups your cheek and you stare up at him.

“Yeah, I think I might have pulled something in my back. Just trying to relax.” You softly answer.

“I know what would help. Let me give you my famous massage and help get those kinks out of your back.” To demonstrate he lifts his hand and starts to rub your lower back softly.

You smile at him. “You don’t need to tell me twice.” Turning off the heating pad you slowly get up with the help of Curtis and head to the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, you strip down to just your lacy panties and lay on your stomach on the bed. Curtis is in the bathroom washing up and changing into his sweatpants. He comes out of the bathroom and groans at the position you are in. 

“Damn, Princess you look good to eat. But that will have to wait for later as I promised you a massage.”

Curtis walks over to the bed and crawls up your body. He sees you have the massage oil next to you. He grabs the bottle with one hand and then straddles your butt.

Squirting the oil in his hand he rubs both hands together and starts rubbing your back. His strong, firm hands move up and down your back in tandem with one another. You can’t help but groan as he works to get the kinks out of your back. 

This sinfully feels amazing as his hands rub soothing motions across your back. You feel like you could drift off until he finds that one spot that hurts and you squeak out in pain.

“I can feel a knot in your back princess. Let me work you through this and I promise you will feel better.”

Softly you whisper, “Okay love.”

His hands start off soft as they work your back. It feels awful at first but the more he works that spot the less it hurts. Curtis can feel the knot start to go away and with a firm rub, it’s gone.

You sigh in relief as you feel the pain release from your body. 

“Your hands are a gift from heaven. I swear they’re one of my favorite parts I love about you.”

Curtis quirks his eyebrow. “What’s your favorite part of me then?” His hands stop rubbing your back.

You can’t help but giggle. “Your mouth and cock are my favorites.”

Curtis laughs. “Yeah, you do seem to be addicted to them. Say, how about I run you a bath and then I can cure your ache between your legs.”

“Yes, please Curtis. I need you.” 

Curtis jumps off the bed and heads to the bathroom to run a bath for you. You discard your panties and follow him into the bathroom where he is already naked. Once the tub was ready you both climbed in and he instantly thrusted into you. 

Curtis was helping you bounce on his cock as the water was slouching around you. You tilted your head back and moaned his name.

“Curtis!”

He was thrusting up into your tight pussy as hard and fast as he could go. He always wanted you, craved to be between your legs day and night. Curtis felt himself getting closer to his release. 

“Play with your clit like a good girl. I wanna feel you squeeze my cock.”

You reached down with your hand and started to rub your clit in tandem with his thrusts. Within seconds you were cumming hard around his cock and screaming his name to the heavens. A few hard thrusts later and he was cumming deep inside you. His groan echoed off the bathroom walls. 

The things he will do for you to make you feel better are for both your pleasure.

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[ghostlyfleur]

whining and crying while steve fucks you into the mattress that you’re gonna make a mess and he’s like “fuck- it’s okay, daddy will clean it up, don’t worry” in between grunts. so then you stop caring that your cunt is a sopping mess and your dripping all over yourself and the bed. so then he cleans you up and the bed afterwards because he’s daddy 🥰

f u c k

steve harrington is such a daddy.

he makes you feel so fucking good and i always headcannon steve and his gf to have dacryphilia involved in their sex life, so it’s perfect that stevie’s angel is such a crybaby!

steve loves how teary eyed you get when he’s fucking you into the mattress, how whiny and pouty and subby you get for him, so dumb on his cock at times that the only thing you can moan and mumble is “daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” and it drives steve crazy …….

especially once he figures out just how much you love to be smothered, completely crushed, absolutely smushed under his weight— you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him on top of you with little “no, no, no”’s if he pulls the slightest bit of his weight off of you, starting to cry and grabbing at his shoulders and arms desperately to pull him back, begging him to pin you down, to press closer *drools*

but one thing about steve is that he likes it messy — spit, drool, cum, def lots of cum play, all of it — loves it when he’s fucking you so deep and so hard you go quiet and limp and start drooling… loves leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you, marking you up everywhere he can no matter how visible it is afterwards because he knows you wear his marks with such obvious pride just like he does yours… loves to lick you all over, especially on your neck and tits just to see the full body shivers going down your spine… loves it when your cunt is messy with a mix of both yours and his cum that he keeps fucking deeper into you, pretty much fucking overflowing your pussy so much it starts to spill out of you and all over the bed, all over his thighs, down your ass, making the most lewd wet noises… *sighs*

and at first you get so. fucking. embarrassed. you’re making such a mess and you can’t stop it, your eyes go teary and wide with humiliation and “‘m sorry, stevie, sorry, it just feels s’good” and you try to move away from him in a haste, all upset at being a bad girl and making a mess when your perfect daddy is just trying to make you feel good, to spoil you, and you immediately think of getting up to clean up the bed for him so maybe he won’t be upset and you can be his good girl again but as if he was reading your mind he stops you, won’t let you pull away, stays inside you, and grips your chin to make you look at him

“you’re okay, angel, it’s okay. make a mess, show me how good it feels, daddy will clean it up later, you’re still my good girl”

so you get all flustered and pouty and you furrow your brows that cute way you do that steve loves when you’re trying to be all serious and whisper a little “promise?” because you can’t handle not being his good girl and steve is losing his mind, there’s no way he didn’t dream you up “promise, my angel, you’re daddy’s perfect girl, love it when you’re messy for me” i- 😵‍💫

[bluephoenixgirl]

Fairytale

Prince!Harry Styles x Peasant!Reader

Warnings: Forbidden Love, Some Fluff, Some Angst, Little Age Gab Between Harry and Reader, And Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry If I Forgot Any!)

Summary: Y/N’s father wants his daughter to have nothing to do with the royals, but that doesn’t stop Y/N from falling in love with Prince Harry.

Word Count: 2,773

Author’s Note: I’ve wanted to write something like this for the longest time! This story is based off of so many Disney movies! If you aren’t a fan of Disney movies or fast moving love stories, I would skip this one! Anyways hope you all enjoy my first Harry Styles story!!

Y/N was in her bedroom brushing her Y/H/L Y/H/C hair. She was using the small mirror that was hanging on her wall. Y/N lives in a small town with her parents. Y/N is the only child and just turned nineteen years old a couple of months ago. They live in a two-bedroom farmhouse.

Y/N and her parents grow crops and sell them in town to make money. They have a little stand in town and sell fruits and vegetables. Sometimes her mother even makes bread to sell as well.

After Y/N finished brushing her hair she set her brush down onto her dresser. When she looked out her window the large castle caught her eye like it always does.

King and Queen Styles live there with their twenty-one-year-old son named Harry. Prince Harry is an only child so when his father passes on, Harry will become King. Y/N has always wanted to go to the castle. Every-time she sees the castle she can’t help but stare at it in awe.

However, that dream always get’s shattered by her father. Since Y/N and her family are peasants her father thinks they shouldn’t mix with the royals. Her father tells her that royals are snobs and don’t care about peasants which is absolutely not true. Maybe it was true when her father was younger, but the the royals now truly care for everyone. No matter how many times Y/N has told her father that, it just goes through one ear and out the other one. It breaks Y/N’s heart when she hears her father talk bad about the royals.

“Y/N! Come down and eat!” She heard her mother call out to her which broke her gaze away from the castle. “Coming!” Y/N called back out. She slipped on her brown flats. She gave one last glance at the castle and then walked out of her bedroom.

She walked down the steps and into the kitchen. Her mother was fixing her a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and her father was sitting at the table reading the daily newspaper while drinking coffee. “There you are! Sit and eat.” Her mother told sitting the plate of food down on the table in front of an empty chair. “Thanks mother.” Y/N said with a soft smile as she sat down at the table across from her father. “You’re welcome, dear.” Her mom said returning the smile and walked back to the counter to start cleaning up the mess she made making the food.

“While your mother and I are at the stand I need you to stay back and pick the crops.” Her father told her putting down the newspaper, so he was looking at her. “Yes, father.” Y/N told him with a nod and took a bite from a price of bacon.

Y/N did everything she could to hold in a sign or groan. She hates having to stay back and pick the crops, but she knows not to argue with her father.

Her father has a soft spot but when it comes to the family business, he is very stern and strict.

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Y/N was out in the garden picking the vegetables and putting them in a big basket. She was almost done picking all the vegetables and then after that it’s time to pick the fruits. Y/N stood up from the ground to put her hair up into a ponytail. The sizzling sun was making her sweat. After she finished putting her Y/H/C hair up, she knelled back down into the dirt and continued to pick the cucumbers off the vines.

Once her hands were full, she turned to put them into the basket she was met with a surprise that scared her. It was a big white horse eating the carrots out of the basket. “No, no, no!” Y/N said dropping the cucumbers so she could shoo away the horse. “Bad horse.” She said standing up and guiding the horse away from the basket.

“Where did you even come from?” Y/N asked as she lightly petted the horse. “There you are.” She heard a voice say in a relief tone. When Y/N saw who the voice belonged to her eyes went wide in surprise. It’s the prince. Prince Harry. He was wearing black dress pants with a white buttoned up shirt. Y/N didn’t realize she was staring at him till he said something.

“I’m so sorry about Sparky here. He likes to escape.” Harry told her walking over to her and the horse. “It’s okay, it happens.” Y/N told him in a reassuring tone. “Thank you.” Harry told her with a kind smile. Y/N returned the kind smile. “You’re welcome.” Y/N told him.

“I’m Harry, though you probably already know that, so I don’t know why I’m telling you that.” Harry said as his cheeks turned red in embarrassment. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “It’s okay.” Y/N told him reassuring him again. “I’m Y/N.” Y/N said introducing herself. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Y/N.” Harry told her. “It’s very nice to meet you, too, Prince Harry.” Y/N said back. “Please, just call me Harry.” Harry told her. He hates when people always call him Prince Harry. When people just call him by his name, it makes him feel like a regular guy. “Okay, Harry.” Y/N said correcting herself.

There was a silence between them as they just stared into each other’s eyes. Y/N was the first one to look away as she snapped back into reality. “I should get back to work.” Y/N said to him. “Wait!” Harry said before she could turn and walk away. “Are you doing anything tonight?” Harry asked her in a curious tone. “No.” Y/N answered with a shake of the head. She was a little confused on why he was asking her that question.

“At the castle tonight, my parents are holding a ball that’s opened up to everyone. I would love for you to come.” Harry said which made her heart rate speed up. He wants her to attend the ball. She wants to attend, but she knows her father won’t let her go. “Oh, I don’t know.” Y/N said with an unsure tone in her voice. “Just think about it.” Harry told her with a charming smile which melted Y/N’s heart. She watching him walk away with the horse.

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Once Y/N finished picking all of the crops she went inside to take a shower and wash off all the sweat and dirt off her skin. When she finished brushing out her hair, she heard the front door open and close which meant her parents are home. Y/N quickly walked out of her bedroom and down the steps. When she walked into the kitchen she heard her parents in the living room. She walked into the living room which got her parents attention.

“Mother, father, I have a really important question to ask.” Y/N told them. “What is it, dear?” Her mother asked her in a curious tone. Y/N took a deep breath to calm her nerves down. “Tonight, the castle is having a ball that’s open to everyone, and I was wondering-” Y/N was saying but before she could ask the question her father cut her off. “No, you’re not going.” Her father told her in a stern tone.

“But father-” Y/N said, but again her father cut her off. “No! I’m not letting my daughter go to a snobby ball!” Her father told her. “The answer is no and that’s final.” Her father told her with a stern look in his eyes.

Tears quickly filled Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes. Her father wouldn’t even let her talk.

Y/N just turned away and walked out of the room and into the kitchen. She went upstairs and into her room.

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Y/N was in her room sitting on her bed with tears rolling down her cheeks. It wasn’t fair. Her father is being unreasonable. She doesn’t know why her father has so much against the royals. They have never taken away anything from the townspeople.

Y/N heard a knock on her wooden door. “Go away!” Y/N called out not wanting to talk. She thought it was her father, but she heard her mother’s voice instead. “I have a surprise for you.” She heard her mother tell her. “Okay, you can come in.” Y/N called out to her as she used both of her hands to wipe away her tears.

Her mother walked into the room holding a beautiful blue ball gown. “Oh my gosh.” Y/N said in amazement as she got up from her bed. “Do you like it?” Her mom asked her to close the door. “I love it! It’s so beautiful.” Y/N said looking at the dress in awe.

“I was wearing this dress the night I met your father, and I want you to wear it to the ball.” Her mother told her handing the dress over to her. “You’re letting me go?” Y/N said taking the dress with a surprised look in her eyes. “I know that this is your dream.” Her mother told her with a smile. Y/N’s lips turned up into a big smile.

“Now let’s get you ready for the biggest night of your life.” Her mother said with excitement in her voice.

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Y/N’s mother helped her change into the dress that fit Y/N perfectly. Her mother pinned up her hair and did her make up. The make up matched the dress’s color. Her mother gave her the matching slippers to the dress. The slippers were the same color as the dress but were sparkly. Her mother told her to be back by midnight and helped her sneak out the back door. Y/N thanked her mother and made her way towards the castle.

When Y/N got to the castle she looked up at it in awe. It’s even more beautiful up close. When she walked inside, she was surprised she wasn’t nervous. She couldn’t believe she was inside the castle. Y/N followed the crowd to the ball room.

She looked around the room till her eyes landed on Harry. He was all dressed up into his royal suit. He didn’t look very into the gathering. That was till his green eyes met Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes. His lips turned up into a smile as he walked over to her.

“You’re here.” Harry said obviously very happy to see her. “I’m so glad you decided to come.” Harry added. “I’m glad, too.” Y/N told him.

“You look beautiful.” Harry told her which made her heart start race. “Thank you.” Y/N said with a little giggle.

“Would you like to dance?” Harry asked holding out one of his hands for her to take. Y/N felt no hesitation. “Of course.” Y/N answered putting her hand into his’s.

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Y/N spent the whole evening with Harry. They just have the perfect click. The whole night they couldn’t keep their eyes off one another. Harry took Y/N outside to one of the balconies so they could get away from all of the noise and get some fresh air. They sat down onto one of the benches and looked up at the stars.

“The stars are so beautiful.” Y/N said looking up at the stars. “They sure are.” Harry said looking away from the sky and at her. Y/N looked over at him and their eyes just locked.

They started to lean in but before their lips could touch the bell from the clock tower went off. It was midnight which meant she missed her curfew.

“Oh no!” Y/N said with panic filling her body. “I have to go!” Y/N said quickly standing up from the bench. Before she could run away Harry took her hand. “You have to go? Why?” Harry asked not wanting her to leave. “I was supposed to be home by midnight. My father doesn’t even know that I’m here.” Y/N told him.

“Will I ever see you again?” Harry asked her with hope in his voice. Y/N let out a sigh as she shook her head no. “My father will never allow it.” Y/N told him with a frown.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N said letting go of his hand and quickly walked away leaving Harry heartbroken.

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Days have passed and Harry can’t get Y/N out of his head. Even though they have only had two encounters he knows that Y/N is the one. As they danced together, he knew he was falling in love with her. He doesn’t know why Y/N’s father won’t allow her to see him. His parents allow him to interact with anyone. Wether they are royalty or not.

“Dear? Are you alright?” The Queen asked her son. Harry broke out of his thoughts. He was sitting at the dinning table with his parents for breakfast. “You haven’t touched any of your food.” The Queen told him with worry in her voice. “I’m not hungry.” Harry said with a sigh.

“Is everything alright?” The King asked his son with worry now in his voice as well. “I met this girl, and I just know that she’s the one.” Harry told his parents. “That’s wonderful, sweetie!” The Queen said with an excited smile. “But it’s not going to happen. Her father won’t allow her to see me.” Harry said with another sad sigh.

“Harry, do you really think that this girl is the one?” The King asked him. “Yes, father.” Harry answered with a nod. “Are you truly in love with her?” The King asked him. “Of course, father.” Harry answered him. “Then you need to fight for her.” The King told him. “If you truly know that she is the one, you can’t give up on her.” The King explained to him.

Harry knew everything his father told him, was right. He can’t give up on having a future with Y/N.

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Y/N’s parents were downstairs in the living room while Y/N was upstairs in her room. Her father was reading the newspaper while her mother was knitting a sweater.

There was a knock on the door. Y/N’s father closed the newspaper and sat it down onto the table. He got out of his seat and walked over to the door and opened it to see two kingdom guards.

“Hello sir, we are in order of the Prince.” One of the guards said. “In order? For what?” Y/N’s father said with confusion in his voice. The two guards stepped to the side to travel Harry. “Sir, I am asking for your blessing to ask your daughter to be my wife.” Harry told him in a kind tone.

Before Y/N’s dad could say anything her mother quickly stepped in. “Gentlemen, please come in. I need to speak to my husband in the kitchen.” Y/N’s mother said to them with kindness. She took her husband’s hand and took him into the kitchen with her.

“They have the wrong house.” He said in a stern tone in his voice. “No, they don’t.” She told him. Y/N’s father quickly became confused. “What’s going on?” Y/N asked walking down the stairs. “Prince Harry is here to ask for your hand in marriage.” Her mother told her taking her by surprise.

Harry is actually here, in her house. She took a glance into the living and saw him standing there with two guards.

“Will someone please tell me what is going on?” Her father asked with frustration starting to lose his patience. “I went to the ball.” Y/N told him looking back at her father. “You disobeyed my orders?” Her father said with disappointment in his voice.

“Father, I spent the whole night with Harry, and it was perfect.” Y/N told him. “I love him.” Y/N confessed. “You do?” Her mother asked in surprise. Y/N gave her mother a nod.

Her father knew that she was telling the truth by the look she has in her eyes.

“Come.” Her father said walking into the living room. Y/N and her mother followed him.

“Prince Harry, I believe you have a question to ask my daughter.” Her father said with a smile.

Harry smiled walking up to Y/N. He took a small box out from the pocket in his pants. He bent down on one knee and opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring. “Y/N, will you marry me?” Harry asked her. Y/N’s lips turned up into a huge smile. “Yes!” She answered with nothing but excitement in her voice.

Harry took the ring out of the box and put the ring onto Y/N’s hand.

Right when Harry stood up Y/N jumped into his arms and connected her lips with his lips for a perfect first kiss.

[fandoms--fluff]

Hey could you write for hope as an older sisterly figure to reader please?

Fairy Garden

Flufftober, October 20th

Kid female witch reader x sister figure Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: none

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When you were taken to the school by Dr. Saltzman, the first person your eyes landed on was an older girl. She seems to be around 16 or 17. So a good chunk older than yourself being only 11.

You hadn't interacted with anyone during your first week, only watching the older pretty girl when she was around. You somehow felt safe around her even though you hadn't even known her name.

Though, one day she caught onto someone watching her and pinned it down to the new younger girl. She thought it was cute how you always were watching her when she was near, beside thinking it was a bit creepy at first. But she started to watch her as well, noticing how you haven't talked to anyone else. You seemed shy, and that's what drew her to go up to you in the middle of your third week at the school.

Since then, she's learned all about your past and how you don't really have anyone to talk to anymore, most of your family isn't around anymore and the ones who are alive have no idea about your witch identity.

She's also always been there for you over the past year. She introduced you to her friends, Lizzie and Josie, which to you it seems her and Lizzie are more like frenemies.

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you all day" Hope sits next to you in the dining hall. You look up from your soup, "I was in the forest, reading" You tell her before bringing another spoonful of soup to your mouth.

"All day? How did you not get bored?" She chuckles, knowing you usually don't have a long attention span.

"I didn't want to be around people" You answered. "That's how you make friends though." She raises an eyebrow humorously.

"Well, most of the people here are weirdos" You whisper, making her chuckle again. "Yeah, we're all weirdos if you think about it enough" She says, making you laugh. "I also like sitting around all the flowers, it's peaceful out there. Well, except when the wolves are there" You tilt your head.

"Maybe you can show me where it is and show me how beautiful it really is" She rubs a hand on your smaller back. "Yeah, let's go! You're gonna love it" You bound up from the bench and table in excitement. You love it when you and Hope spend time together, it's always fun and even when you two are laughing diabolically or she's forcing you to do class work, it's always great and calming to have someone to rely on in the newer atmosphere.

"Ah ah, after you eat" she gently pushes you back down onto the bench. "Fine, Mom" you sass her before slurping down the rest of your soup quickly. She rolls her eyes playfully. She swear , one day you're gonna choke if you keep that up, she thinks but doesn't say anything out loud to have more sass spilling out of you.

It's weird, she's always wanted to have someone closer in age in her family since she was little and it was just her and her Mom. She's always thought of how cool it would be to have a little sister all while growing up, and now she thinks she's finally got one.

Now you may not be related by blood but she would care for and protect you as if you were. She's basically brought you in and treats you and calls you (in her head) her baby sister.

You swallow the rest of the soup from the bowl before placing it abck down onto the wooden tray. "Can we go now?" You ask her. "One second" She picks up your napkin and wipes it around your mouth, cleaning all the soup that dripped there.

You slap her hand away. "Okay, I get it, I get it. I'm not a baby" You tell her, embarrassed. She smirks before putting the napkin on the tray as well. "Well, we don't have all day, the sun is about to set, so why don't we go out there, huh?" She asks.

"Yes!" You jumped up off the bench and ran to the tray return table and dropped off your tray before running back over to Hope who stood up while you went off.

"Let's go" You grasp onto her hand and practically drag her out the doors and down to the forest. Hope just goes along, knowing you're buzzing with energy. How you have all of it? She has no idea, but it makes her happy you're not just bottling it all in and keeping to yourself anymore.

You lead her through the forest carefully, not wanting to smack into any branches or trip over any roots. "Almost there....And here we are" You let go of Hope's hand to present the clearing you had found to her.

There's beautiful colourful flowers litteres around with vines dangling from huge trees as well as healthy, deep green grass that's perfect for sitting on. "Wow, this really is beautiful and peaceful" She takes it all in before turning back over to where your sitting on a low tree branch.

You must of climbed onto it while she wasn't looking. "How'd you find this place? It's amazing" She walks over to you and leans against the branch next to your legs.

"I followed a bunny who was hopping and ended up here. I found it a couple weeks ago. I call it my fairy garden because it looks like a place where tinker bell and all the other fairies would live" You tell her animatedly, your eyes lighting up in a way she's never seen in the almost year she's known you.

"You're really happy here, huh?" She asks you softly. "I am. And now you can be happy here too" You swing your legs back and forth and smile at her.

"Yeah." She gently says before going back to taking in the scenery along with you.