#there’s IMPLIED tiny whump if you like squint and flip it backwards and like then make me write ten new paragraphs

[loonybun]

request: something with Rosé? maybe more interactions with him and Aisling? :3

COMING RIGHT UP! i say as if this ask hasn’t been in my inbox since november

contains: fae shenanigans, faerie whump (ish? he’s fine guys. no faeries were harmed in the making of this drabble.), psychological distress, faerie whumpee, carewhumper, god whumper, complete lack of editing because i didn’t wanna, magical shit, inhibiting powers, implied drugging, fearplay, fear of loss of autonomy, suspiciously vague ending.

guys. toxic yuri is coming soon trust. i just wanted to finish this ask cuz its been waiting for SO LONG… jay im SORRY!!1!1!!

also sidenote rosé does go by he/him but this drabble is from aisling’s perspective and he doesn’t know that so he’s just going w neutral pronouns here 👍

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The door was right in front of him.

Engraved with little hearts, looping around its pink frame, all complete with the golden knob. Right in the middle of the woods with seemingly nothing behind it.

Aisling had been looking for this for almost two weeks. Two weeks of searching for something he didn’t even really believe existed. And right as he planned on giving up, here it was.

So why was he scared? It was as simple as stepping through, but he couldn’t even get himself as far as touching the handle.

The rumors hadn’t bothered him before. He’d heard countless different things by now. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what to expect anymore. An angel? A witch? A god? Whatever was behind that door had been described as that and more.

Sure, nobody seemed to have any overwhelmingly negative experiences, but what if that was by design?

Aisling knew when something was too good to be true. He wasn’t that stupid. What were the chances of him making it out of this alive? Or making out of this at all? There were so many horror stories about faeries mysteriously disappearing after visiting places like this. And he was here by choice. Was that possibility even worth the risk?

He sighed and turned the handle. What other choice did he have? He’d already come this far. Leaving now would have made everything a waste.

The atmosphere shifted around him, trees melting into tacky pink wallpaper, printed with little roses. As the last of the fresh air from the forest dissipated, he was left with the nearly suffocating scent of wine and perfume that made his head spin. It was as if the room itself was trying to squeeze the breath from his lungs, attempting to lull him into an incomprehensible state.

Dread pooled in his stomach as he stumbled into a couch, taking a much needed seat. The romantic decor did nothing to distract him from the grave he was making.

Just as his eyes began to flutter and his vision started to blur, a figure appeared beside him, carding a pale hand through his hair.

“…Too much, little faerie? I didn't mean to overwhelm you so quickly.” The person next to Aisling giggled, and the air shifted with a simple clap of their hands. It was like he’d been pulled apart and a magnet had finally brought all the pieces back together.

On the couch right next to him, the person sat beside him with their legs crossed. He took in their appearance, too stunned to say a word.

Two pairs of fluffy wings curled around their back, folded politely. Their eyes bored into Aisling, a color he couldn’t pinpoint. Shifting between red and purple every time the light hit them, pupils struggling to stay completely focused on the faerie, yet eagerly looking him over all the same.

“It’s impolite to stare, you know.”

Aisling snapped back to attention, taken aback by the playfulness of their voice.

They smiled at him. “Are you surprised..? Not what you expected? Don’t worry, I get that a lot. So, how can I help you?”

He squinted at them, trying to determine their intentions. Something about the way they spoke was so… Off. Not in the accent, but threaded between their words. It was like every word was part of some tapestry that he wasn’t allowed to see.

Still, he came here for a reason. “I uhm… I heard you sell love potions? Is that still something you’re offering?” He could only hope they couldn’t see how much he was shaking.

With a grin, they grabbed his shoulder and leaned in. “You’d be right! My specialty. Now, I do have to say, before we go any further, I do need your name. Won’t do anything with it, of course. Just a safety precaution, lovebug.”

Oh.

That’s odd.

Aisling’s fear must have shown, because the angel next to him folded their arms and tapped their fingers against their elbows. “See, usually they start getting a little anxious at this point. And that’s fine. I understand completely. Just know it’s the only way you’re leaving this place with a potion. I don’t make exceptions. Honestly, it’s all the same to me. Just don’t waste my time if you’re not really committed.”

“No— That’s not it… I just… I feel weird.” Aisling interrupted them, not wanting to ruin this opportunity. “Can… Can you just tell me you won’t hurt me? Or keep me here?”

With that, they snorted. “Oh… Come on! Don’t make me laugh. I’m not gonna keep ya around here or take anything you don’t let me take. I’ll lock you in my basement for a few hours and see how you fare with the fae-eating chimera I’ve got down there though.”

When Aisling’s face contorted into pure horror, their smile dropped into something more adjacent to concern. “—Jokes! Jokes. Gracious, I don’t even have a basement. Or a chimera, for the record. Lighten up a bit… I’m just teasing you. Nothing here’s gonna hurt you, including yours truly.”

“O…Oh.” He looked down at the floor with a heated face, fidgeting with his hands. Why was it different for them? Why couldn’t he tell?

“I am serious about needing your name though. You seem sweet, but I can never be too careful with these sorts of things, sweetheart.”

There’s no way he’d even consider it. The risk was too high. They’d use it against them. Force him into digging himself a deeper hole. He couldn’t trust them. Every possible warning bell was going off in his head, screaming at him to run and get out of this unfamiliar place. This person was too strange, too powerful, too dangerous. If he stayed here a minute longer, let along give them his name, there’s no way he’d make it out of here. They’d hurt him. They’d hurt—

“Aisling— Prince Aisling.”

“Oh, it’s lovely to formally meet you. You can call me Rosé, not that the name means much to you.”

And nothing happened. He was… Fine. For now, at least.

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The rest of their little meeting went by, and eventually Rosé handed a crystalline perfume bottle to Aisling. Inside of the heart shaped bottle, a pink liquid sloshed around. It looked almost mesmerizing from the outside, with the way it gleamed in the light.

Aisling still felt nervous. Something was off. Something was incredibly off.

“…There’s a cost for this.” It was meant to come out as a question, but he knew better.

Rosé shrugged. “I mean, if you want there to be. I usually just invest as a form of entertainment. It gets awfully boring here, and some people think that actions have zero consequences. Fun thing to watch.”

“How should I pay you then..?” Aisling dug through his pockets, only for the winged figure to take his arms and hold them still.

“Well, if you’re offering, I’d love a bit of magic in return.”

Despite the hunger in their eyes, Aisling nodded. What was the harm? He’d just recharge when he got home.

All things considered, that was the easiest thing he’d been asked of in this exchange. It’s not like something as simple as that could go wrong.