#chase collins x fae!reader

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Moon Rituals, Part 3

Summary:  what did you learn

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Reader

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  lap riding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

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Nervously you wait at the edge of the mushrooms for Chase.  There was so much to discuss with him, and all that you had learned from Morgan and Chase��s kinfolk.  This changed things.  It made what you and Chase were in the process of doing seem much more worth it.  You could bring on a new age of moon sprites.  You would no longer be alone.  

You hear his boots clomping through the forest before you emerge.  Getting pulled back by quite a small pixie, “Please, My Queen, don’t go.  Revel in the moonlight with your kind.”

“Chase is my kind.  He bears my marks, and he will soon be truly mine.  Stay in here, so Jenny won’t get you though,” he gives you a pitiful little pout as you step out into the moonlight, and it was as if the moon was directly on you and Chase.  Watching as you told him a bit more about your fate.  “You’re late, Chase Collins.”

“You’re keeping up with me,” he gives you a little smirk as he gently holds onto your forearms.  His fingers drawing shapes on them, “You’re warm.”

“I’m happy,” leaning forward he presses a chaste kiss along your cheek, before sitting on the forest floor, rubbing his lap enticingly.  “What is it that you want?”

“I want you to sit in my lap, and tell me about your day.  That shouldn’t be too hard, right, My Queen?” Rucking up your dress, you straddle his lap, looking directly at him.  Things were so much more intimate now.  You could feel his sexual hunger through your bond.  Could feel his anxiety grow as he was further away from you.  

Looking up to the sky, you look at the moon, and softly close your eyes, “The festival is tomorrow, are you nervous?”

“No,” he shows you his palms and the burned moons in his skin, “You have sworn yourself to me, and I you.  What did you learn from Morgan Le Fey?  Good news I hope.”

“You’re descended from a very powerful family, did you know?” Chase gives you a quick nod, while his hands massage over your legs.  “Morgan is very much in love with your lost relative Goody Pope.  They were bonded to each other.  Not quite like we would be.”

“How so?” Chase looks down at your lap, and doesn’t draw attention to the slow gyrating you were doing with your hips, only pushes you further into his lap where his bulge was right at your core.  Grinding over it just felt natural.  

“Our situation is different, Morgan is not of a royal standing.  The Moon Sprites are no more.  Just myself.  It’s prophesied,” you stutter a moment, gulping at the pleasure that was blooming in your stomach.  Ignoring how quiet the forest had grown.  Adoring how Chase’s eyes looked brighter blue in this light, almost as if they were glowing and silver.

“I am to change the bloodline,” you stutter as heat pools to your core, your pace growing as you look at them.  “Create a new world of Moon Sprites.  Powers beyond our former glory.  Powers from a witch and a faerie,” his fingers dig into your ass while your back arches up, and you start panting.  “A true binding of our souls, our lines, our magic.  It won’t be as strong, but it will be pure, wild, and different.  It won’t…won’t…Chase it won’t…” he gives you a kiss to your temple as you finish out this ride.  

Faeries from the guard stand excited around the edge of the forest, and staring at the two of you.  Salivating as you search for something.  Search for your words.  For this impending high that was stopping other thoughts.  It was just Chase.  There was nothing more.  Leaning your head back you bask in the moon’s barely there light.  Whispering up at her like a prayer until the damn breaks, and you press your forehead against his.  His petal pink lips brushes the softest kisses against yours, and he smiles at your labored breath.  

“She’s his.” “The process is nearly complete.” “The official binding is well underway.” “Drink of her!  Taste her!” “Finish the process, mortal!”

Chase’s fingers slide up your leg, connecting to your drenched folds.  “Don’t enter me,” you answer nervously, but he swipes a finger up your slit.  Bringing his fingers up to look at your slick.  Twisting his fingers into the night before stuffing them in his mouth, sucking on each one like he was tasting the most delectable dessert.  Gazing up at the moon before he pulls you in for a bruising kiss.  

Giving your greedy tongue a suck, and you taste yourself on him.  Moaning out his name, while the other faeries begin to back away.  Their mischievous grins look up at the moon until they bow to the moon, and to her almost reborn children.  A screech in the distance sounds out, but it was as if you and Chase were in a protective bubble, and heard nothing.  Nothing else mattered.  And you hold both his hands in your own, pointing them to the sky.  

A tall figure and one wretched crooked one bow in the darkness, before making their way back to their cabin.  It was official, and they were soon to give their life for your own.  

Chase cups your cheek, running his thumb over your kiss swollen lips before pressing it into your mouth. You give the digit a bit of a suck watching him.  “Tomorrow night, you can enter me.  The use of your magic…” you pull his thumb out of your mouth, tracing the blackened new moon on his hand.  “It won’t age you.  You’ll be willing your magic to me.  We have a duty though.”

“Does it have to start right away?  Like we’re bound together, but I have to give you babies immediately,” you shake your head no, with a smile.  “I’m confused, my queen.  What does this mean?”

“It is prophesied, it will happen when it shall happen.  Until then, we have fun.  Play with our new powers.  Discover one another.  I will lose my wings, but I don’t use them anyways.  I will become more human than fae.  But we rebirth a species.  Making it better than the generation before.  They will be more powerful than us.”

“And I’m immortal?”

“Of course.  We will be trapped in this state forever.  We will be together forever.  Should one of us hurt, the other shall hurt.  If one dies, so does the other.  We will be one.  We will be…”

“Of the moon,” Chase states, as he gently kisses you.  “And we can never go within your faerie circle again, hmm?”

“We must create our own.  But we can live amongst mortals.  Have a relatively normal life.”

“I don’t want to be normal,” he gives you a little nibble on your lip.  “I want to be extraordinary.  I want to be…yours.”

“You are,” your voice squeaks, and you find yourself circling your arms around him, and pulling him closer.  He was never close enough.  “You will always be mine.  Remember, your powers will not be as great, but you still will be more powerful than any witch,” his smile flashes sinister for just a moment, and you shake your head no, “There’s a process, Chase Collins.  And I’m not just saying that.  I’ve heard about you and your coven.  Heard how you wanted to force someone to will you their powers.  I’m aware you’re not innocent.  But you soon will share in my innocence.”

“What?” Grabbing his hand, you push it up against your core, sighing in pleasure.  “What does that mean?”

“We become one.  We share the experience during that.  I’m giving you my innocence.  There will be a change in you.  I must go.  If you want to finish the ritual, I shall see you at the beginning of the festival.  Should you not, in time your burns will fade, and both our bloodlines will die out.  Farewell, Chase Collins.  I hope to see you soon.”

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Moon Rituals, Pt. 2

Summary:  You continue to meet with Chase, wanting him to join in on the Festival of the Blood Moon, but you have to protect him.

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Fae!Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings:  implied binding to someone with magic, branding, kissing, mentions of sacrifice, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5k

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You watch as Chase fiddles around outside of the Ring.  Tapping his foot and huffing exasperatedly.  “I know you’re on the other side, Moonbeam.  I feel you.  Already feel our bond strengthening,” his eyes turn up to look at the half waxing moon.  “Just come on out of the ring.  I won’t hurt you.”

“You promise, Chase Collins?” you ask finally slipping out of the ring.

“There she is.  I knew you would come,” he grabs your arm through the ring, pulling you out to him.  This time his eyes don’t go onyx, but you still feel the power he possesses over you.

“What do you know about bonds?” you had heard about bonds before.  Heard about the fae that shared their immortality with another.  Whispers of loving someone so much you’d be willing to lose your wings, offering a part of yourself to another, and spend the rest of your life with them.  

“You felt it, too.  When I kissed your knuckles, didn’t you?” you did.  You’ve been refusing to acknowledge the ancient power he has over you.  You have no business falling for a mortal, a witch.  “Didn’t have to use any powers over you.”

“You sure you didn’t Chase Collins?” he shakes his head no, and you cross your legs sitting on the forest floor, he soon follows.  “What made you search out a Faerie Ring?”

“Very few people in my world I feel connected with.  I was cast out by my coven.”

“Why?  Did you do something?” you watch his face change, but it still doesn’t give nothing away.  There’s almost a sweetness to him.

“No.  Just had too much power.  My father willed his powers to me.  Making me even more powerful.  People are scared of power.  Like your subjects, my Queen,” his moth turns up into a crooked smirk.

“I asked you not to call me that Chase Collins,” your body moves further from his.  Ready to back behind the toadstools.

“And why not?”

“You have not promised fealty.  You bear no marks from the moon, not drank any of my wine.  You have no right to call me your queen.”  You both look at one another.  It would take far too long to explain the hierarchy of the Unseelie Court.

“You’re not a high queen though, are you?” you’re not.  You became queen by default.  Being the last of the Moon Sprites, and the Unseelie do hold the moon in high regard.  You shake your head no.  “Could I do all that?  And you become mine?”

“Exactly why would you want that, Chase Collins?”

“Tired of being alone,” his eyes turn down to the forest floor, his hands playing around with the leaves.  It’s turning fall.  The Autumn Court will be joining in the Festival of the Blood Moon.  “Just want to belong to someone.”

“What’s in it for you?” he shrugs his shoulder.  “What’s in it for me?”

“You don’t enjoy my company?” you think about this.  When you don’t feel threatened sure you do.  But do you feel threatened because of the fear the Court have instilled in you?  He is beyond handsome, beautiful even.  He is the first one to treat you like an equal.  Talking to you because he wants to learn more, not holding you on a pedestal and treating you like you’re made of glass.  “I see.  Maybe I should go.”

“Please don’t,” your hand holds tightly on his arm and you feel the spark that connects you two.  “I do enjoy your company.  You’re just intense.  I’ve been taught my whole life not to trust witches, and yet, all I want to do is...”

“Be near me?” you nod your head.  “So, how quickly can I do all those things you mentioned?  I can promise my fealty now.  Not sure about all that other stuff.”

“It’s not that simple.  You’re a witch you know there’s rituals to all of that,” you glance back up at your mother moon.  “It’s almost the Blood Moon.  Autumn is coming in celebration.  We would have to...I don’t know if you would be welcome inside the circle Chase...”

“Don’t add my last name.  I told you, Chase is enough,” his hand comes up to your cheek, cupping it, while his thumb rubs along the side, and it’s almost too much.  He grips tighter and refuses to allow you to pull away.  “If I can’t go in.  Would you allow yourself revel with me outside?” you smile.  Finding yourself leaning more towards him.  He leans closer to you as well.

“I’ve done the festival enough to know the correct way.  We’ll have to take precautions though.”

“Why’s that?” still you two lean achingly slowly together.

“Because...” you can’t finish because his soft blush pink lips connect to yours, and the spark that you had been feeling, burns through your blood.  You pull away quickly and gasp.  “Chase...”

“You feel it too.  But what precautions do we need to take.”

“Protection.  The festival is a hunt.  Witches are perfect prey,” you don’t notice Jenny’s green body crawling closer to you.  “And he is not to be claimed for the hunt,” you warn the other approaching fae.  “I already told you he’s not to be harmed.”

“It’s not official my Queen,” her body moving ever closer to you, ignoring your threat from yesterday.

“Shall I make it official?”

A particularly small pixie comes to your side, “My Queen, you know not who you are binding yourself to.  Witches mean harm to us.  Do you not see the darkness in his eyes?”

“Are we not of the Unseelie Court?  Being of the dark ourselves.  How could being bound to another dark one be bad?” Chase smugly smiles down at the little pixie.  “You lot act like I’m a child.”

“In faerie years you are.  An innocent.  You being bound to him would be absolute, My Queen.”  Jenny’s body stops moving but looks up at you, pleading you not to follow through.  “Is that a risk you’re willing to take?  You know what that would mean for you.”

“What is she talking about?” Chase’s piercing eyes finally find yours.

“A true binding can take place.  As Jenny so pointed out, I’m an innocent.  Untouched.  If we were bound together, there’s no going back.  You die, I die.  You leave, I follow.  I wouldn’t just be your Queen.  I would be your everything.  Your equal,” he gulps at the finality of that.  “That cannot be done for many moons.  Not absolutely.  But the process would need to start.”

“What do I get?  Absolute is...permanent.”

“You share in my immortality.  We wouldn’t be immortal, but we would live far longer than any human.  Thousands of years.  I lose my wings,” you look down at the floor, watching Chase’s hand move involuntarily.  You can’t remember when the last time you used your wings for their designed purpose, but the beautiful shades of them would be gone.  Leaving behind a macabre skeleton in their place.  The filigree of the tiny bones would still be able to extend, but they would leave behind a haunted appearance.  The thought of that, and the inevitable exile from your people.  “We would roam the earth together.  I wouldn’t be welcome here.”

“Do you not get your powers from the other fae?”

“No, my powers come from the moon.  I’m a Moon Sprite.  If you wish to start this process, I need to protect you.  I couldn’t have you being hunted.”

“How do we do that?” your body crawls over to him.  Finding a comfy place on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.  “What are you doing?”

“Waiting on her,” your eyes look up at the sky.  The moon barely peeking through a cloud.  “Give me your hands.”

“My Queen,” Jenny’s hissing voice screeches through the night air.

“He is not to be hunted,” you warn the pond fae.  Holding your hands up, Chase claps his to yours.  Folding your fingers over the other’s hands.  “Follow my lead.”  Leaning into him, your mouth nearly connects to him.  “Wait for her,” your voice a warning for him not to touch you until the right moment.  You feel her fully come from behind the cloud, crashing your lips to his, absorbing his screams as you burn your protection on the palm of his hands.  

Pulling back as soon as the burning stops, but Chase pulls you back into him.  His tongue licks around your lips, and you open your mouth, wanting to taste him.  While his tongue dominates your mouth, his hands glide around your body.  Ghosting his fingers around you, and when you gasp for breath, you push him away.  “Not yet.”

Lifting his hands you see the full moon on his left hand, the blackened new moon on his right.  Making it impossible for him to be hunted, allowing him to join in on the Festival of the Blood Moon.  “I can’t touch you?” he asks, the darkness in his eyes isn’t from his powers.  There’s lust in them.

“Not yet, your Grace,” the forest erupts with shocked sounds.

“Why did you call me that?”

“We’ve started the process.  You’re becoming my equal.”

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Each night that Chase comes to visit, you continue the burning of his palms, deepening the colors and the protection.  Too many dark fae will be around, and you are now committed to being bound to him.  Needing to make sure the powers of the Mother Moon protect him.

“You don’t regret this do you, your Grace?” nodding his head no he pulls you in closer, his hand drifting lower on your body.  Chirping when he winds down to your core.  “No!  It’s not time.”

“I’m sorry.  You’re just...I want you.”

“I can tell.  The first full moon after the festival.”

“We have to wait that long?” nodding your head yes, he sighs.  “It’ll be worth the wait.”

“It’ll be absolute.  There’s no going back once it’s official.  Are you sure you want that?  The protection will still stick.  You can still join the festival and no one can hunt you.  Sacrifice you.”

“You really are dark,” he chuckles.  “But we can stop at any time before?” he watches your face fall.  “Not that I want to.  Absolute is...it’s final.  Would I even be protected from witches' laws?”

“Such as what?” you go to get off Chase’s lap, but he holds you tightly to him.

“Using my powers can, drain me.”

“Is this what this is about?  I thought...” questions run through your eyes.  Thankful you haven’t gone further.

“No!  Not at all.  There’s a moon ritual that gives you my powers as well, I would do it.  But the thought of using my powers and draining myself, you in the process...you get what I’m saying?” his hands coax down your arms, leaving a trail of heat behind.

“I need to ask.  You want to will your powers to me?” you can’t deny the bubbly warmth you feel.  Never heading the warning that you can’t trust witches.  “Morgan Le Fey would know more.”

“Too many people shouldn’t know about us.”  He’s right.  The more people that know the more you two are in danger, and it’s still not official.

“I should go.  Tomorrow, Chase.  In our spot.”

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“Your Highness, what brings you to my neck of the woods.  I didn’t think your chaperone would let you venture outside of the Ring,” Morgan’s raven wings shine with the sun the creeps through the curtain.  Her gown flowing through her cabin.

“I need to discuss things with you.  In utmost secrecy.”

“Would this have to do with your little pet that you’re protecting?” you should have known that she would have spies in the guards, watching every bit of your time with Chase, reporting back to the person that pays them handsomely.  

“Well, yes.”

“Not surprised I knew about him?” she doesn’t wait for you to answer.  She sees the calm in your face.  “I thought your nanny told you to not trust witches.”

“He’s different.”

“Love?” she scoffs.  Insulting the feelings that you have growing for him.  “You want to bind yourself to him?  It’s true then, you’re untouched?”

“If all you’re here is to make fun of me, then...”

“Calm down your highness.  I only seek information.  I understand he has power from another.  You know with witches the more they use the more it drains their body, making them old and frail.”

“He told me as much.  But like I said, he’s different.”

“So, you claim.  What is it that you’re asking?  Will your immortality protect him?  Is he worth the loss of your wings?  The loss of your Court?  You’ll be rogue, like me.  Never swearing fealty to no one, but your pet,” her wings twitch, and you get a glimpse of their true form.  Scraggly feathers that hardly cling to the bones, the floor shows the evidence of her molting wings.

“You bound yourself,” you realize, eyes wild looking at her, “A witch?”

“What gave it away?” she fully removes her glamour, and you see the effects on her.  People had talked about how Morgan Le Fey had powers that of a witch.  Makes sense that she would be bound to one.

“Where is he?”

“She is dying.  Me, right along with her.  You can live long, but sharing your immortality doesn’t make you immortal.”

“I’m sorry.  Was it worth it?” you now know she has personal experience with your situation.  

“It was.  I knew her for far longer than you knew this, Chase.  Collins, they tell me?  That’s a lie.  He’s truly a Pope.  A descendant of my beloved.  He wasn’t raised by his kind.  There’s a darkness that resides in him.  He has plans to share his powers with you?” looking around her cabin you see the well-worn path she’s made from pacing.  “I wasn’t truly bound.  Wasn’t untouched.  We both just loved one another.  You trust this witch?”

Ignoring her question, you move right to something else, “Your wings?”

“She added them.  Notice they’re not faerie wings.  Added each feather painstakingly.  You don’t fly though.  He could always cut them off,” she giggles.  Your body becomes uncomfortable, she doesn’t fully answer your question.

“Can I see her?” Morgan shakes her head no.  “Did her body age with the use of her powers?”

“Not giving that up, are you?  Does he want to know?  Or are you just hoping he keeps that handsome face?  Would he still stay with you if you told him that he still ages?”

“I... uh...” you don’t know the answer.  Chase did search you out.  Things have moved rapidly.  But to ignore the fire you feel when he touches you.

“Shouldn’t you be asking him these questions?” her fingers caress your cheek, and it stings, you push your body off her hands.  “Your highness, his touch...it's affecting you.  You should leave.”

“What does that even mean.”

“Don’t come back here,” her hands go to push you out of the cabin.

“She stays,” you look up seeing a beautiful, but weak woman.  “It’s you.”

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Moon Rituals Masterlist

As the last Moon Sprite you should stay safe behind your Faerie Ring but when a handsome Chase Collins waits for a Faerie outside of the ring.  What does the witch want?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Drabbles

Whipping, Here Kitty, Kitty

A/N:  This series will have themes of lies, made up rituals, sex rituals, branding, made up lore, etc.  Please read all before reading.  Minors DNI.  You are the one responsible for the content you consume.  

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Moon Rituals, Part 1

Summary: You meet Chase Collins for the first time

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Fae!Reader

Rating:  Explicit  

Warnings:  No warnings for this part, but as the story progresses so will the warnings, so be forewarned it will not stay mild.  18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2k

A/N:  Doing this as a prequel to the Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty one shot.  I felt this had potential to be more…so let’s see

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You had never been outside of the Faerie Ring.  The brightly colored toadstools of various sizes, colors, and even shapes, circle around the largest oak in the forest.  The Faerie Ring keeps you, a member of the illustrious Unseelie Court, safe.  The last of the Moon Sprites.  You weren’t as powerful as some of the Fae Folk, but you were still of royal blood.  Protected by the Unseelie Court, especially during moon phase celebrations.  The moon being one of the most important entities to the Unseelie Court.

Your handmaiden Elswyth annoyingly goes everywhere with you.  Even when you sit at the edge of the Faerie Ring, for no reason.  You can’t help but wonder what’s beyond the ring.  Sitting at the edge daydreaming about revelry in their world.  The other fae talk about them like it’s a disease.  They are dangerous.  They would cause harm.  But would they if they didn’t know about your heritage?

All fae possess the power of glamour.  Which comes in handy considering you’re a fae with wings.  Wings that are taller than you, extending above your head, with delicate tails that drag the ground.  Fae not of royal blood don’t have such large wings.  Wings with the most beautiful shades of twilight, deep blues that intertwine together and fade into a nearly silver white.  Delicate but strong wings.  And you stick out because of them.  

Most of the Unseelie Court who have wings, have wings with black, purple, or silvery white.  Their wings are more like gossamer, sheer, and more for looks than functionality.  The Unseelie Court is not as strong as it once was.  Faerie Courts have broken down into smaller courts; The Summer Court, the Autumn Court, the Dark Court, The Winter Court, The Shadow Court, The High Court.  The Unseelie and Seelie Courts are dwindling down.  Even talks of you needing to move to the Shadow Court, but no longer do you want to be cooped up in this stupid Ring, or behind another Ring for that matter.

Just to test out if there’s any alarms that might go off if you happen to leave the Ring you pop out one of your indigo stocking clad feet beyond the Ring.  Resting it outside, for once Elswyth is nowhere to be found, and for once you feel at peace.  That is until you hear the rustling of the leaves.  Unquietly your foot slips back into the safety of the ring.

A handsome man with a square jaw, brunette hair with soft curls, that is styled perfectly walked into your forest.  You know he can’t see you on the other side of the ring, but his piercing blue eyes stare right into your soul.  His mouth cocks to the side as he looks at the ring that surrounds your home, “Faerie folks are in old oaks.”  Kicking around at the dried leaves his gaze sets back upon you, “Is that true?”

You gasp.  Not only does it appear that he looks right at you, but he knows of the fae, and if that’s true he knows what the ring of toadstools means.  His hand rubs along his jaw, and he steps closer to the ring.  Going against everything you’ve been taught you dare to stick your head out at the man.  “Please don’t.  You’ll be trapped here for seven years.”

“So, it is true.”

“I don’t know what you mean, sir.”

“What are you?” he asks, his face holds a kindness, but his eyes they hold a darkness in them.

“A Moon Sprite.  Last of my kind,” you know he probably doesn’t know what that is, nor would it matter.

“What court do you belong to Moonbeam?” you can’t help but have butterflies in your stomach at the nickname he gave you.  Affiliating you with your affinity.  Little does he know the nights you have danced in moonbeams, soaking up their power for your own.

“The Unseelie Court.  How do you know so much about the fae, sir?” you dare to poke even more of your body out of the ring, your shoulders now exposed to the handsome stranger.

“I’m a witch.”

You roll your eyes at him, “They no longer exist, sir.  They allowed their powers to die out.  Too weak for the growing world.  All because they wanted to be acclimated with humans.”

The stranger doesn’t answer you, but his eyes cast over with the blackest black, blocking out his bright sapphire eyes.  The wind stirs in the forest and wiggles around the toadstools, breaking a few off of the thick ring.  “Stop, sir.”

“I had to prove myself.  You believe me?” you nod at him.  “Are you not going to step outside the ring?”

“Not today, sir.  Us fae don’t trust witches.”

“Because we possess real powers?” he asks with a crooked grin.

“Because you know our weaknesses.  You live amongst humans, and you taught them our secrets.”

“I didn’t,” quickly his hand comes up to your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb.

“Please don’t sir,” your body lurches back after letting his soft warm hands touch your cold skin.

“You don’t have to call me sir, Moonbeam.”

“Then what is your name?” it’s occurred to you that you haven’t given him a name either.

“Chase Collins,” his head tilts towards you, wanting you to offer up your name.

“Moonbeam,” your faerie giggle rings out into the forest.  Stirring the guards outside the ring to your presence.  In the pond nearby a green lady emerges at hearing the last moon sprite outside of the ring.  Her mouth set to attack to protect you from the stranger.  Chase’s body looks around the forest.  His eyes spotting the random fae throughout to protect the Ring.  “Fae don’t give out our names, Chase Collins.  A name holds power.  If I give you my name, then you have power over me, and you are a witch.  I can’t let you have that, sir.” “Does that mean you have power over me?” you nod your head.

“Goodbye, Chase Collins.”

“Wait!  Can I come see you again?” your eyes look up at the sky to view the moon, needing to know what phase it is in.  A few more days until a half moon, you shouldn’t be out of the ring during a full moon, not a Moon Sprite.

“Yes, tomorrow.  Twilight.  I’ll see you tomorrow, Chase Collins.”

“Will I get to see you fully?” he gives you a boyish grin, biting on his lip.

“Perhaps,” Jenny Greenteeth exposes her sharp teeth, hissing at the stranger.  “Come alone.”

“I don’t think she likes me,” he nods over to Jenny, looking and seeing more of the fae, walking closer to him.

“Enough you lot,” you command them.  Because you are of royal blood they cease their movements.  

“You have that power over them?”

“I’m of royal blood Chase Collins.  They are my subjects.”

“Tomorrow,” he bids you farewell.  Walking confidently through the forest.  Eyeing each of the fae before he’s out of sight.

“Your Highness, you know not what he wants.  Witches can’t be trusted,” Jenny warns you.  Her body sliding further into the pond.

“What would you know?  No one inside the ring knows about his visit.  Are we understood?” another command to your subjects.  They nod their head.  “I’ll allow you to guard me tomorrow.”

“Do not step outside the ring,” is Jenny’s final warning before fully becoming the duckweed again.  You fully go back into the ring, with a bigger smile than you have had in thousands of years.  Feeling like for the first time you aren’t alone.

It took some time to pull yourself away from the court to make it back out to the edge of the Ring.  Thankfully the majority of the Unseelie are scared of the edge.  Untrusting of “out there”.  You see Chase Collins before you get to the edge.  His body planted on the forest floor, legs crossed, waiting for you.  His long fingers tap along his khaki peacoat.  His eyes daring a glance at Jenny.

“Maybe she’s changed her mind,” Jenny’s voice rings out.  A sharp shrillness that most humans find detestable.

“She’ll show,” he assures her.  Never exhibiting that he’s scared of her.

You sit on your calves.  Giving you the ability to lean your head out of the Ring right at his eye level.  He jolts at the sudden intrusion in his space.  Your tinkling laugh echoes through the forest, stirring the guards at your body in the outside world.

“Are you really not coming out?”

“Not today, Chase Collins.  I was told not to trust witches.  What brings you out to find a Faerie Ring anyways?”  you can’t help but smile at his boyishly handsome face.  Fae don’t look like him.  In all your thousands of years, you’ve never met anyone like him.

“I heard stories.  Wanted to see if you existed.  When I learned of an extremely old oak in the area, I had to investigate.  Can I not come into the ring?”

“You could,” your head nods at him.  “But you would be trapped.  It would feel a mere few hours, until you stepped outside the ring.  Seven years will pass.”

“My Qu… you shouldn’t speak our secrets.  Humans can become our pets,” Jenny’s ever worried tone speaks at you.  Nearly spilling your biggest secret.

“Chase Collins is not a human.  He is a witch,” your eyes never leave his.  The crystal blue nearly putting you in a spell before you quickly look away.

“I may be a witch, but you do hold power over me, since you know my name.  You can just call me Chase though.”

Tilting your head, you look at him confused, “Is your name Chase Collins or not?”

“It is.  Us humans typically only use first names.”

“Seems informal, Chase Collins,” his long fingers pet along your cheek again.

“As does Moonbeam, My Queen,” a wicked grin crosses his face.  Jenny’s voice hisses at him, while her body crawls out of the muck.  Red Caps, sprites, pixies, goblins, and such all march towards him.

“You shouldn’t have said that, witch,” Jenny’s voice screams at him.

“Make them stop,” his voice quietly begs.  His eyes darken to black.

“St-st-stop,” your voice cracks, and none of them listen.  Your whole body emerges from the ring, extending your wings for the guards and Chase to see.  His body backs away from you slightly.  Eyes wide as he takes in your full appearance.  Your hair and eyes turning to silver, reflecting the barely there moon.  Your dress indigo and cobalt, with the deepest leather arm wraps tied tightly around your biceps in intricate patterns.  Extending your wings, you show your true form.  The fae stop, bowing down to you.  “This one is not to be harmed, you lot.  Now be gone.”  With their retreating feet, your form shrinks back.  Ears no longer pointed, your wings go to your back, creating a train for your dress.  

Chases’ body walks closer to you.  “My Queen,” he bows, holding his posture, before his head turns to look up at you.

“Please get up Chase Collins.”  Chase grabs for your hand, gently kissing it, and you nearly melt at his touch.  “I should go,” your voice shaky with the power that his lips left behind.  

“Please, don’t.  You only just go here.”

“Chase Collins, you should forget this place,” he doesn’t have your name, and already you feel him holding a power over you.  You’re a young and naïve Moon Sprite.  You have no business consummating with humans, much less witches.  Humans live for far less a time than you do, and witches cannot be trusted.

“No, don’t say that, Moonbeam.  I… whatever I did I apologize,” his voice sincere.  The wicked look he normally carries disappearing.

“Witches can’t be trusted, Chase Collins.”

“Tomorrow?” he begs, his voice nearly cracking.  “Please.”

“I won’t be coming out of the Ring,” your body walks backwards to the ring, but your wrists are grabbed tightly by Chase’s hands.  A small yelp exists your mouth, but none of your guards stir.

“Promise me.  Or I take you with me.”

“Chase…”

“Promise me,” the darkness in his eyes is evident as you struggle to get away, nearly breaking free before the complete obsidian black coats his eyes.

“Fine.  Tomorrow.”

“Outside of the ring,” his hands loosen their grip, but his onyx eyes get even darker.

“You won’t take me?” the movement of your body stops.  You now have no desire to move back within the safety of your Ring.

“Not tomorrow.”

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Moon Rituals, Part 2

Summary:  You continue to meet with Chase, wanting him to join in on the Festival of the Blood Moon, but you have to protect him.

Pairings: Chase Collins X Fae!Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: implied binding to someone with magic, branding, kissing, mentions of sacrifice, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.5k

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You watch as Chase fiddles around outside of the Ring.  Tapping his foot and huffing exasperatedly.  “I know you’re on the other side, Moonbeam.  I feel you.  Already feel our bond strengthening,” his eyes turn up to look at the half waxing moon.  “Just come on out of the ring.  I won’t hurt you.”

“You promise, Chase Collins?” you ask finally slipping out of the ring.

“There she is.  I knew you would come,” he grabs your arm through the ring, pulling you out to him.  This time his eyes don’t go onyx, but you still feel the power he possesses over you.

“What do you know about bonds?” you had heard about bonds before.  Heard about the fae that shared their immortality with another.  Whispers of loving someone so much you’d be willing to lose your wings, offering a part of yourself to another, and spend the rest of your life with them.  

“You felt it, too.  When I kissed your knuckles, didn’t you?” you did.  You’ve been refusing to acknowledge the ancient power he has over you.  You have no business falling for a mortal, a witch.  “Didn’t have to use any powers over you.”

“You sure you didn’t Chase Collins?” he shakes his head no, and you cross your legs sitting on the forest floor, he soon follows.  “What made you search out a Faerie Ring?”

“Very few people in my world I feel connected with.  I was cast out by my coven.”

“Why?  Did you do something?” you watch his face change, but it still doesn’t give nothing away.  There’s almost a sweetness to him.

“No.  Just had too much power.  My father willed his powers to me.  Making me even more powerful.  People are scared of power.  Like your subjects, my Queen,” his moth turns up into a crooked smirk.

“I asked you not to call me that Chase Collins,” your body moves further from his.  Ready to back behind the toadstools.

“And why not?”

“You have not promised fealty.  You bear no marks from the moon, not drank any of my wine.  You have no right to call me your queen.”  You both look at one another.  It would take far too long to explain the hierarchy of the Unseelie Court.

“You’re not a high queen though, are you?” you’re not.  You became queen by default.  Being the last of the Moon Sprites, and the Unseelie do hold the moon in high regard.  You shake your head no.  “Could I do all that?  And you become mine?”

“Exactly why would you want that, Chase Collins?”

“Tired of being alone,” his eyes turn down to the forest floor, his hands playing around with the leaves.  It’s turning fall.  The Autumn Court will be joining in the Festival of the Blood Moon.  “Just want to belong to someone.”

“What’s in it for you?” he shrugs his shoulder.  “What’s in it for me?”

“You don’t enjoy my company?” you think about this.  When you don’t feel threatened sure you do.  But do you feel threatened because of the fear the Court have instilled in you?  He is beyond handsome, beautiful even.  He is the first one to treat you like an equal.  Talking to you because he wants to learn more, not holding you on a pedestal and treating you like you’re made of glass.  “I see.  Maybe I should go.”

“Please don’t,” your hand holds tightly on his arm and you feel the spark that connects you two.  “I do enjoy your company.  You’re just intense.  I’ve been taught my whole life not to trust witches, and yet, all I want to do is…”

“Be near me?” you nod your head.  “So, how quickly can I do all those things you mentioned?  I can promise my fealty now.  Not sure about all that other stuff.”

“It’s not that simple.  You’re a witch you know there’s rituals to all of that,” you glance back up at your mother moon.  “It’s almost the Blood Moon.  Autumn is coming in celebration.  We would have to…I don’t know if you would be welcome inside the circle Chase…”

“Don’t add my last name.  I told you, Chase is enough,” his hand comes up to your cheek, cupping it, while his thumb rubs along the side, and it’s almost too much.  He grips tighter and refuses to allow you to pull away.  “If I can’t go in.  Would you allow yourself revel with me outside?” you smile.  Finding yourself leaning more towards him.  He leans closer to you as well.

“I’ve done the festival enough to know the correct way.  We’ll have to take precautions though.”

“Why’s that?” still you two lean achingly slowly together.

“Because…” you can’t finish because his soft blush pink lips connect to yours, and the spark that you had been feeling, burns through your blood.  You pull away quickly and gasp.  “Chase…”

“You feel it too.  But what precautions do we need to take.”

“Protection.  The festival is a hunt.  Witches are perfect prey,” you don’t notice Jenny’s green body crawling closer to you.  “And he is not to be claimed for the hunt,” you warn the other approaching fae.  “I already told you he’s not to be harmed.”

“It’s not official my Queen,” her body moving ever closer to you, ignoring your threat from yesterday.

“Shall I make it official?”

A particularly small pixie comes to your side, “My Queen, you know not who you are binding yourself to.  Witches mean harm to us.  Do you not see the darkness in his eyes?”

“Are we not of the Unseelie Court?  Being of the dark ourselves.  How could being bound to another dark one be bad?” Chase smugly smiles down at the little pixie.  “You lot act like I’m a child.”

“In faerie years you are.  An innocent.  You being bound to him would be absolute, My Queen.”  Jenny’s body stops moving but looks up at you, pleading you not to follow through.  “Is that a risk you’re willing to take?  You know what that would mean for you.”

“What is she talking about?” Chase’s piercing eyes finally find yours.

“A true binding can take place.  As Jenny so pointed out, I’m an innocent.  Untouched.  If we were bound together, there’s no going back.  You die, I die.  You leave, I follow.  I wouldn’t just be your Queen.  I would be your everything.  Your equal,” he gulps at the finality of that.  “That cannot be done for many moons.  Not absolutely.  But the process would need to start.”

“What do I get?  Absolute is…permanent.”

“You share in my immortality.  We wouldn’t be immortal, but we would live far longer than any human.  Thousands of years.  I lose my wings,” you look down at the floor, watching Chase’s hand move involuntarily.  You can’t remember when the last time you used your wings for their designed purpose, but the beautiful shades of them would be gone.  Leaving behind a macabre skeleton in their place.  The filigree of the tiny bones would still be able to extend, but they would leave behind a haunted appearance.  The thought of that, and the inevitable exile from your people.  “We would roam the earth together.  I wouldn’t be welcome here.”

“Do you not get your powers from the other fae?”

“No, my powers come from the moon.  I’m a Moon Sprite.  If you wish to start this process, I need to protect you.  I couldn’t have you being hunted.”

“How do we do that?” your body crawls over to him.  Finding a comfy place on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.  “What are you doing?”

“Waiting on her,” your eyes look up at the sky.  The moon barely peeking through a cloud.  “Give me your hands.”

“My Queen,” Jenny’s hissing voice screeches through the night air.

“He is not to be hunted,” you warn the pond fae.  Holding your hands up, Chase claps his to yours.  Folding your fingers over the other’s hands.  “Follow my lead.”  Leaning into him, your mouth nearly connects to him.  “Wait for her,” your voice a warning for him not to touch you until the right moment.  You feel her fully come from behind the cloud, crashing your lips to his, absorbing his screams as you burn your protection on the palm of his hands.  

Pulling back as soon as the burning stops, but Chase pulls you back into him.  His tongue licks around your lips, and you open your mouth, wanting to taste him.  While his tongue dominates your mouth, his hands glide around your body.  Ghosting his fingers around you, and when you gasp for breath, you push him away.  “Not yet.”

Lifting his hands you see the full moon on his left hand, the blackened new moon on his right.  Making it impossible for him to be hunted, allowing him to join in on the Festival of the Blood Moon.  “I can’t touch you?” he asks, the darkness in his eyes isn’t from his powers.  There’s lust in them.

“Not yet, your Grace,” the forest erupts with shocked sounds.

“Why did you call me that?”

“We’ve started the process.  You’re becoming my equal.”

Each night that Chase comes to visit, you continue the burning of his palms, deepening the colors and the protection.  Too many dark fae will be around, and you are now committed to being bound to him.  Needing to make sure the powers of the Mother Moon protect him.

“You don’t regret this do you, your Grace?” nodding his head no he pulls you in closer, his hand drifting lower on your body.  Chirping when he winds down to your core.  “No!  It’s not time.”

“I’m sorry.  You’re just…I want you.”

“I can tell.  The first full moon after the festival.”

“We have to wait that long?” nodding your head yes, he sighs.  “It’ll be worth the wait.”

“It’ll be absolute.  There’s no going back once it’s official.  Are you sure you want that?  The protection will still stick.  You can still join the festival and no one can hunt you.  Sacrifice you.”

“You really are dark,” he chuckles.  “But we can stop at any time before?” he watches your face fall.  “Not that I want to.  Absolute is…it’s final.  Would I even be protected from witches’ laws?”

“Such as what?” you go to get off Chase’s lap, but he holds you tightly to him.

“Using my powers can, drain me.”

“Is this what this is about?  I thought…” questions run through your eyes.  Thankful you haven’t gone further.

“No!  Not at all.  There’s a moon ritual that gives you my powers as well, I would do it.  But the thought of using my powers and draining myself, you in the process…you get what I’m saying?” his hands coax down your arms, leaving a trail of heat behind.

“I need to ask.  You want to will your powers to me?” you can’t deny the bubbly warmth you feel.  Never heading the warning that you can’t trust witches.  “Morgan Le Fey would know more.”

“Too many people shouldn’t know about us.”  He’s right.  The more people that know the more you two are in danger, and it’s still not official.

“I should go.  Tomorrow, Chase.  In our spot.”

“Your Highness, what brings you to my neck of the woods.  I didn’t think your chaperone would let you venture outside of the Ring,” Morgan’s raven wings shine with the sun the creeps through the curtain.  Her gown flowing through her cabin.

“I need to discuss things with you.  In utmost secrecy.”

“Would this have to do with your little pet that you’re protecting?” you should have known that she would have spies in the guards, watching every bit of your time with Chase, reporting back to the person that pays them handsomely.  

“Well, yes.”

“Not surprised I knew about him?” she doesn’t wait for you to answer.  She sees the calm in your face.  “I thought your nanny told you to not trust witches.”

“He’s different.”

“Love?” she scoffs.  Insulting the feelings that you have growing for him.  “You want to bind yourself to him?  It’s true then, you’re untouched?”

“If all you’re here is to make fun of me, then…”

“Calm down your highness.  I only seek information.  I understand he has power from another.  You know with witches the more they use the more it drains their body, making them old and frail.”

“He told me as much.  But like I said, he’s different.”

“So, you claim.  What is it that you’re asking?  Will your immortality protect him?  Is he worth the loss of your wings?  The loss of your Court?  You’ll be rogue, like me.  Never swearing fealty to no one, but your pet,” her wings twitch, and you get a glimpse of their true form.  Scraggly feathers that hardly cling to the bones, the floor shows the evidence of her molting wings.

“You bound yourself,” you realize, eyes wild looking at her, “A witch?”

“What gave it away?” she fully removes her glamour, and you see the effects on her.  People had talked about how Morgan Le Fey had powers that of a witch.  Makes sense that she would be bound to one.

“Where is he?”

“She is dying.  Me, right along with her.  You can live long, but sharing your immortality doesn’t make you immortal.”

“I’m sorry.  Was it worth it?” you now know she has personal experience with your situation.  

“It was.  I knew her for far longer than you knew this, Chase.  Collins, they tell me?  That’s a lie.  He’s truly a Pope.  A descendant of my beloved.  He wasn’t raised by his kind.  There’s a darkness that resides in him.  He has plans to share his powers with you?” looking around her cabin you see the well-worn path she’s made from pacing.  “I wasn’t truly bound.  Wasn’t untouched.  We both just loved one another.  You trust this witch?”

Ignoring her question, you move right to something else, “Your wings?”

“She added them.  Notice they’re not faerie wings.  Added each feather painstakingly.  You don’t fly though.  He could always cut them off,” she giggles.  Your body becomes uncomfortable, she doesn’t fully answer your question.

“Can I see her?” Morgan shakes her head no.  “Did her body age with the use of her powers?”

“Not giving that up, are you?  Does he want to know?  Or are you just hoping he keeps that handsome face?  Would he still stay with you if you told him that he still ages?”

“I… uh…” you don’t know the answer.  Chase did search you out.  Things have moved rapidly.  But to ignore the fire you feel when he touches you.

“Shouldn’t you be asking him these questions?” her fingers caress your cheek, and it stings, you push your body off her hands.  “Your highness, his touch…it’s affecting you.  You should leave.”

“What does that even mean.”

“Don’t come back here,” her hands go to push you out of the cabin.

“She stays,” you look up seeing a beautiful, but weak woman.  “It’s you.”

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Rumplestiltskin, Epilogue

Summary:  ...a few years later

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Walter X Chase Collins, Lance Tucker X Branwen Barber

Rating:  🥺🥺

Warnings:  a bit of gaslighting and manipulation, sad!Andy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.2K

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“Walter, how long has it been?” Andy tiredly asks the horse as they wander around the forest. Every day. All day. Nothing ever changes and he didn’t feel as if he was getting any closer. The forest seemed oddly bigger than he recalled.

“It feels as if it’s been hundreds of years with you,” the horse deadpans, and stops abruptly in the woods. Andy lets out an annoyed groan, “He’s coming,” Walter whispers. The horse backs the two of them up, while he and Andy wait with bated breath for Chase to make his monthly visit.

Chase dramatically lands in a crouch, and stands up slowly looking at Andy, “Care to guess?”

“Go over your rules again, trickster.”

“I don’t get anything past you anymore, old man. Should you give me my brother’s name that he told your precious queen, you get your family back. Should you give me his birth name, this all becomes a dream, and you have your baby back in your arms..”

“And I walk around on two legs again,” Walter blows out a puff of air, letting his hoof pound the ground.

“Yes, of course. How long has it been Andy? Your daughter won’t even remember you, would she?” Andy’s nostrils flare as he glares at the faerie. “Oh, that’s right, ten years. No doubt you’ve heard the rumblings in the forest.”

“You sack of shit! You’ve cursed the entire forest for what reason? So your baby brother could have a fantasy with my wife and child. They’ll never belong to him.”

“Hmm, doesn’t matter to me. I thrive and feed off of chaos. Your mistake has made these woods even more interesting. Had you had kept that tree standing, there never would have been the green apples. You did that Andy. Now you rush to the edge of the forest and hope some maiden won’t enter. They always do. The creatures in these woods are too enticing. Prey on the world outside without lifting a finger. Their very essence beckons those weak women in,” Chase throws his head back with a maniacal laugh. His eyes now as black as the feathers on his back and the heart in his chest.

“Bernard.”

“Wrong.”

“Steven.”

“Very wrong.”

“Theodore.”

“Oh, not close at all. Two more guesses, and I’ll see you in a month.”

Walter snorts, wiggling his back. Andy didn’t know any direction to go with these names. Didn’t have a clue what to say. It was always wrong. “Tick tock goes the clock.”

“Azriel.”

“One more guess, King Andrew.”

“Lancelot.”

Chase’s eye twitches for half a second, but then that devil turns his mouth up into an evil grin. “I’ll see you in a month.”

“Ahh!” Andy screams, letting his head collapse on Walter’s neck. “Keep going.”

“Andy, maybe it’s time…”

“Keep going. You’re under this curse until she gets her happily ever after. This is her fate and it was always destined to happen this way, which is why you’re still a horse,” a raven caws in this distance, and Walter backs up a moment.

Looking where the bird had come from, but it was already gone, and he was definitely dreaming.

Lance stands over your body, using a cloth to clean you. A new fresh vase of roses beside your bed. His thumb traces over the features on your face, and he wonders if this was even worth it. He had you, but only in part. You were just a memory now. And he’d forgotten the sound of your voice. Or the way you never hesitated to touch him or show him kindness.

A black raven lands on the window, trying to get Lance’s attention, and he looks over at her, “Come on, princess. Come see your mother,” a ten-year-old Branwen transforms back into a little girl, and she straightens out her dress, walking over to you.

She was getting so big. Changing nearly daily. She gets next to you and leans over, pressing a kiss onto your forehead, before sitting on the bed beside you, “Have you drank your apple juice today,” she turns and scowls at Lance, and he throws his hands up in surrender.

“Let me see your eyes,” with a quick caress on your hand, she goes to sit in his lap, while he examines her golden eyes, “Still the same.”

“Why do you make me drink that juice everyday?”

“Because, princess. The apple is what gives you your power. I’m afraid that should you eat the golden apple, you’d…”

“Be like you and Chase?” Lance nods his head, but his eyes move back over to you. “I saw him today,” she grimaces as she looks up at him, “I’m sorry. He was guessing.”

“I told you to avoid that man,” he looks back at her. His eyes flit around her face as he tries to figure out what she knows.

“Chase went to him first. He wanted to know your name. What’s he looking for,” Lance holds up his hand pointing at you, “Why does he want my mother? Can he fix her?”

“No, let’s not worry about that.”

“But I want her, Papa. It’s not fair that I don’t have her awake. What can we do to wake her?”

“Only one thing, my beautiful little raven,” Branwen sighs, assuming that Lance will never tell her, “True love’s kiss.”

“Then it’s my dad?”

“I suppose.”

“So I need to find him. And he can wake her up, and we can live happily ever after?” She smiles up at Lance. Her cheeks dent in with her dimples. “What does he look like?”

“We shouldn’t worry about that. Should your dad want to find your mom, here she is. And if you, her, and your father live happily ever after, where does that leave me? Have I not been good to you? I make sure you have time with her.”

“It’s not the same. That…that child in the forest. She has seven dads. Why can’t I find mine? Would one of them be mine? Can I ask them? Papa, I want my mama,” she pouts up at him while her eyes fill with tears. “It isn’t fair. Princess Orla has all these dads and her mom, and I have neither. And she said her mother is having another.”

“Am I not enough?” She shakes her head, before laying down on Lance’s chest. Her fingers wipe away the tears that just won’t stop, and Lance has to look up at the ceiling.

It wasn’t fair what he was doing. But he couldn’t lose his little raven. The thought of showing up at the tower with you gone, just didn’t feel right. So instead he fights the need to reunite your family. “Orla said her father is Beck. He’s a doctor. Can I bring him here to my mother? Maybe there’s another way.”

“Shh, you need rest. You’ve been flying all over the forest, and you're such a small Raven. But a beautiful and fierce one, my darling Branwen. Go to sleep, child. We’ll go home in the morning.”

Branwen doesn’t want to close her eyes, but when Lance starts singing to her softly, her eyes become heavier, before she drifts asleep on his heart. He looks down at his wings at the bottom feathers turn white, “I won’t give her back,” he says to himself, as the white feathers drift to the floor.

“I can’t. She makes me feel normal again,” he knows this back and forth game he was playing with his soul couldn’t be good. Gain his humanity back, only for him to prove he was in fact a cruel faerie. But he had raised Branwen. She was his daughter now. And Andy could search the forest for a hundred years, and he would never give you back. You and her belonged to him.

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Moon Rituals

Summary:  You meet Chase Collins for the first time

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Fae!Reader

Rating:  Explicit  

Warnings:  No warnings for this part, but as the story progresses so will the warnings, so be forewarned it will not stay mild.  18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2k

A/N:  Doing this as a prequel to the Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty one shot.  I felt this had potential to be more...so let’s see

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You had never been outside of the Faerie Ring.  The brightly colored toadstools of various sizes, colors, and even shapes, circle around the largest oak in the forest.  The Faerie Ring keeps you, a member of the illustrious Unseelie Court, safe.  The last of the Moon Sprites.  You weren’t as powerful as some of the Fae Folk, but you were still of royal blood.  Protected by the Unseelie Court, especially during moon phase celebrations.  The moon being one of the most important entities to the Unseelie Court.

Your handmaiden Elswyth annoyingly goes everywhere with you.  Even when you sit at the edge of the Faerie Ring, for no reason.  You can’t help but wonder what’s beyond the ring.  Sitting at the edge daydreaming about revelry in their world.  The other fae talk about them like it’s a disease.  They are dangerous.  They would cause harm.  But would they if they didn’t know about your heritage?

All fae possess the power of glamour.  Which comes in handy considering you’re a fae with wings.  Wings that are taller than you, extending above your head, with delicate tails that drag the ground.  Fae not of royal blood don’t have such large wings.  Wings with the most beautiful shades of twilight, deep blues that intertwine together and fade into a nearly silver white.  Delicate but strong wings.  And you stick out because of them.  

Most of the Unseelie Court who have wings, have wings with black, purple, or silvery white.  Their wings are more like gossamer, sheer, and more for looks than functionality.  The Unseelie Court is not as strong as it once was.  Faerie Courts have broken down into smaller courts; The Summer Court, the Autumn Court, the Dark Court, The Winter Court, The Shadow Court, The High Court.  The Unseelie and Seelie Courts are dwindling down.  Even talks of you needing to move to the Shadow Court, but no longer do you want to be cooped up in this stupid Ring, or behind another Ring for that matter.

Just to test out if there’s any alarms that might go off if you happen to leave the Ring you pop out one of your indigo stocking clad feet beyond the Ring.  Resting it outside, for once Elswyth is nowhere to be found, and for once you feel at peace.  That is until you hear the rustling of the leaves.  Unquietly your foot slips back into the safety of the ring.

A handsome man with a square jaw, brunette hair with soft curls, that is styled perfectly walked into your forest.  You know he can’t see you on the other side of the ring, but his piercing blue eyes stare right into your soul.  His mouth cocks to the side as he looks at the ring that surrounds your home, “Faerie folks are in old oaks.”  Kicking around at the dried leaves his gaze sets back upon you, “Is that true?”

You gasp.  Not only does it appear that he looks right at you, but he knows of the fae, and if that’s true he knows what the ring of toadstools means.  His hand rubs along his jaw, and he steps closer to the ring.  Going against everything you’ve been taught you dare to stick your head out at the man.  “Please don’t.  You’ll be trapped here for seven years.”

“So, it is true.”

“I don’t know what you mean, sir.”

“What are you?” he asks, his face holds a kindness, but his eyes they hold a darkness in them.

“A Moon Sprite.  Last of my kind,” you know he probably doesn’t know what that is, nor would it matter.

“What court do you belong to Moonbeam?” you can’t help but have butterflies in your stomach at the nickname he gave you.  Affiliating you with your affinity.  Little does he know the nights you have danced in moonbeams, soaking up their power for your own.

“The Unseelie Court.  How do you know so much about the fae, sir?” you dare to poke even more of your body out of the ring, your shoulders now exposed to the handsome stranger.

“I’m a witch.”

You roll your eyes at him, “They no longer exist, sir.  They allowed their powers to die out.  Too weak for the growing world.  All because they wanted to be acclimated with humans.”

The stranger doesn’t answer you, but his eyes cast over with the blackest black, blocking out his bright sapphire eyes.  The wind stirs in the forest and wiggles around the toadstools, breaking a few off of the thick ring.  “Stop, sir.”

“I had to prove myself.  You believe me?” you nod at him.  “Are you not going to step outside the ring?”

“Not today, sir.  Us fae don’t trust witches.”

“Because we possess real powers?” he asks with a crooked grin.

“Because you know our weaknesses.  You live amongst humans, and you taught them our secrets.”

“I didn’t,” quickly his hand comes up to your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb.

“Please don’t sir,” your body lurches back after letting his soft warm hands touch your cold skin.

“You don’t have to call me sir, Moonbeam.”

“Then what is your name?” it’s occurred to you that you haven’t given him a name either.

“Chase Collins,” his head tilts towards you, wanting you to offer up your name.

“Moonbeam,” your faerie giggle rings out into the forest.  Stirring the guards outside the ring to your presence.  In the pond nearby a green lady emerges at hearing the last moon sprite outside of the ring.  Her mouth set to attack to protect you from the stranger.  Chase’s body looks around the forest.  His eyes spotting the random fae throughout to protect the Ring.  “Fae don’t give out our names, Chase Collins.  A name holds power.  If I give you my name, then you have power over me, and you are a witch.  I can’t let you have that, sir.” “Does that mean you have power over me?” you nod your head.

“Goodbye, Chase Collins.”

“Wait!  Can I come see you again?” your eyes look up at the sky to view the moon, needing to know what phase it is in.  A few more days until a half moon, you shouldn’t be out of the ring during a full moon, not a Moon Sprite.

“Yes, tomorrow.  Twilight.  I’ll see you tomorrow, Chase Collins.”

“Will I get to see you fully?” he gives you a boyish grin, biting on his lip.

“Perhaps,” Jenny Greenteeth exposes her sharp teeth, hissing at the stranger.  “Come alone.”

“I don’t think she likes me,” he nods over to Jenny, looking and seeing more of the fae, walking closer to him.

“Enough you lot,” you command them.  Because you are of royal blood they cease their movements.  

“You have that power over them?”

“I’m of royal blood Chase Collins.  They are my subjects.”

“Tomorrow,” he bids you farewell.  Walking confidently through the forest.  Eyeing each of the fae before he’s out of sight.

“Your Highness, you know not what he wants.  Witches can’t be trusted,” Jenny warns you.  Her body sliding further into the pond.

“What would you know?  No one inside the ring knows about his visit.  Are we understood?” another command to your subjects.  They nod their head.  “I’ll allow you to guard me tomorrow.”

“Do not step outside the ring,” is Jenny’s final warning before fully becoming the duckweed again.  You fully go back into the ring, with a bigger smile than you have had in thousands of years.  Feeling like for the first time you aren’t alone.

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It took some time to pull yourself away from the court to make it back out to the edge of the Ring.  Thankfully the majority of the Unseelie are scared of the edge.  Untrusting of “out there”.  You see Chase Collins before you get to the edge.  His body planted on the forest floor, legs crossed, waiting for you.  His long fingers tap along his khaki peacoat.  His eyes daring a glance at Jenny.

“Maybe she’s changed her mind,” Jenny’s voice rings out.  A sharp shrillness that most humans find detestable.

“She’ll show,” he assures her.  Never exhibiting that he’s scared of her.

You sit on your calves.  Giving you the ability to lean your head out of the Ring right at his eye level.  He jolts at the sudden intrusion in his space.  Your tinkling laugh echoes through the forest, stirring the guards at your body in the outside world.

“Are you really not coming out?”

“Not today, Chase Collins.  I was told not to trust witches.  What brings you out to find a Faerie Ring anyways?”  you can’t help but smile at his boyishly handsome face.  Fae don’t look like him.  In all your thousands of years, you’ve never met anyone like him.

“I heard stories.  Wanted to see if you existed.  When I learned of an extremely old oak in the area, I had to investigate.  Can I not come into the ring?”

“You could,” your head nods at him.  “But you would be trapped.  It would feel a mere few hours, until you stepped outside the ring.  Seven years will pass.”

“My Qu... you shouldn’t speak our secrets.  Humans can become our pets,” Jenny’s ever worried tone speaks at you.  Nearly spilling your biggest secret.

“Chase Collins is not a human.  He is a witch,” your eyes never leave his.  The crystal blue nearly putting you in a spell before you quickly look away.

“I may be a witch, but you do hold power over me, since you know my name.  You can just call me Chase though.”

Tilting your head, you look at him confused, “Is your name Chase Collins or not?”

“It is.  Us humans typically only use first names.”

“Seems informal, Chase Collins,” his long fingers pet along your cheek again.

“As does Moonbeam, My Queen,” a wicked grin crosses his face.  Jenny’s voice hisses at him, while her body crawls out of the muck.  Red Caps, sprites, pixies, goblins, and such all march towards him.

“You shouldn’t have said that, witch,” Jenny’s voice screams at him.

“Make them stop,” his voice quietly begs.  His eyes darken to black.

“St-st-stop,” your voice cracks, and none of them listen.  Your whole body emerges from the ring, extending your wings for the guards and Chase to see.  His body backs away from you slightly.  Eyes wide as he takes in your full appearance.  Your hair and eyes turning to silver, reflecting the barely there moon.  Your dress indigo and cobalt, with the deepest leather arm wraps tied tightly around your biceps in intricate patterns.  Extending your wings, you show your true form.  The fae stop, bowing down to you.  “This one is not to be harmed, you lot.  Now be gone.”  With their retreating feet, your form shrinks back.  Ears no longer pointed, your wings go to your back, creating a train for your dress.  

Chases’ body walks closer to you.  “My Queen,” he bows, holding his posture, before his head turns to look up at you.

“Please get up Chase Collins.”  Chase grabs for your hand, gently kissing it, and you nearly melt at his touch.  “I should go,” your voice shaky with the power that his lips left behind.  

“Please, don’t.  You only just go here.”

“Chase Collins, you should forget this place,” he doesn’t have your name, and already you feel him holding a power over you.  You’re a young and naïve Moon Sprite.  You have no business consummating with humans, much less witches.  Humans live for far less a time than you do, and witches cannot be trusted.

“No, don’t say that, Moonbeam.  I... whatever I did I apologize,” his voice sincere.  The wicked look he normally carries disappearing.

“Witches can’t be trusted, Chase Collins.”

“Tomorrow?” he begs, his voice nearly cracking.  “Please.”

“I won’t be coming out of the Ring,” your body walks backwards to the ring, but your wrists are grabbed tightly by Chase’s hands.  A small yelp exists your mouth, but none of your guards stir.

“Promise me.  Or I take you with me.”

“Chase...”

“Promise me,” the darkness in his eyes is evident as you struggle to get away, nearly breaking free before the complete obsidian black coats his eyes.

“Fine.  Tomorrow.”

“Outside of the ring,” his hands loosen their grip, but his onyx eyes get even darker.

“You won’t take me?” the movement of your body stops.  You now have no desire to move back within the safety of your Ring.

“Not tomorrow.”

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Moon Rituals, Part 3

Summary:  what did you learn

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Reader

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  lap riding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

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As the last Moon Sprite you should stay safe behind your Faerie Ring but when a handsome Chase Collins waits for a Faerie outside of the ring.  What does the witch want?

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