#ForgottenLandsAU

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Forgotten Lands - Fae!Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: This is a new AU universe series that is going to work in the same way as my Mechanic!Curtis series. It’s gonna be a collections of interconnected oneshots that all take place within the same universe but there’s no over arching plot, its just oneshots as and when I think of them!

Summary: After your village turns on you, you seek safety in the wild uninhabited lands up north, only to find they’re not as wild or uninhabited as you thought.

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Lil bit of Angst! World building! Mention of violence! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

AU Masterlist / Masterlist

Forgotten Lands

You woke to the feeling of two small paws kneading your stomach. Peeking your eyes open to find Noks wide awake, pressing his paws into you to wake you up.

“Is somebody hungry?” You yawn pulling your hand out from the blanket to stoke his ebony fur.

Noks purred loudly, pressing his head up into your hand his bright blue eyes closing in content. You smile softly scooping him up into your arms as you sit up. Noks climbed up onto your shoulders as you slide on your worn boots and wrapped a shawl around you to fight off the chill.

You tried not to shiver as you stepped closer to the fire, adding a couple more logs and poking it to get it going again. Once the flames were large enough you set your small metal teapot on to warm up. You then walked the small distance to cabinets where you stored any food you had.

Your cottage was very small, it consisted of one small rectangular room that held everything you owned. Which was very little, a few basic sewing supplies, a couple of books that you have read a million times, a wooden cot that you didn’t dare move too much in out of fear it would collapse beneath you, and one wooden chair and table, both of which were very wobbly.

Noks hopped off your shoulders and onto the small table, the cat perfectly adjusting when it wobbled beneath him. He sat down facing you letting out a long loud meow to tell you just how hungry he was.

“Okay, okay it’s coming,” you tell him grabbing the small jar that held the last of the dried meat you had.

Grabbing the last few strips you gave him half, leaving the other half for another day in case you were unable to procure more. As he tucked on the teapot began to whistle so you took it off the fire and pour the hot water into the one mug you owned. You then added a pinch of your precious spices to give it some flavour.

With your piping hot cup of tea, you sat down at the table, taking care not to spill your tea as your seat wobbled, and grabbed your last apple for your own breakfast. Noks had already finished his dried meat by the time you sat down and slinked over to you, pestering you for more.

You ran your hand over his back “I’ll be going to market today to return the clothing I mended so I’ll hopefully get some meat in payment or some drachmas” you tell him.

Noks just let out an unimpressed huff as he flopped down onto the table for belly rubs.

Once you had finished your apple and tea you got yourself ready for the day. Wrapping up in a couple more layers and packing your basket full of the clothes you had mended for other villagers.

“Coming?” You ask looking over at Noks who was curled up on your cot.

He raised his head to look out the small window as if surveying the weather. Clearly okay with the look of it he got up and did a big stretch before jumping up onto your shoulders. You gave him a little scratch on the chin before patting out the fire and making your way out of your small cottage, towards the market.

Your cottage was the furthest away from the rest of the village, which is what you preferred. You like having your own little spot in the world, even if it was only small and made the trek to market longer. It was peaceful and quiet, just the way you liked it.

By the time you reached the market, it was already busy, with various villagers and merchants haggling for the best deals. In no time at all you had already returned a coat for the butcher who paid you with some dried rabbit meat, a dress for the merchant selling herbs who paid you 3 bronze drachmas and returned a shawl to a local milkmaid who gave you a small chunk of cheese.

You had also picked up some more clothes that needed mending, and promises of food as payment. Your last stop before heading home was to the farmer's wife to return his jacket.

“Thank you for your service, I would do it myself but…” the farmer's wife sighed holding up her scarred hands from a farming incident a few years back.

“It is no problem at all, do you have anything else that needs mending?” You ask.

“No, but I’m sure he’ll rip something soon enough” the wife sighed shaking her head “Here’s your payment,” she says holding out a small pack that contained some vegetables and fruit.

“Thank you, this is very generous,” you say gratefully, putting the pack away in your basket.

The woman shrugs “Nobody else will buy it, too many imperfections”

You nod forcing a small smile, it was always like this. Your payments being food near the end of its life that nobody else would buy, you always manage to get it to keep for a few more days but you did wonder what fresh food would taste like.

The sound of laughter pulled you from your thoughts, looking over your shoulder you spot the lord's son laughing and pointing at a servant he’s just tripped. The servant quickly got to her feet, her face red with embarrassment, brushing dirt off her hands and skirt.

The farmer's wife caught your attention as she sighed shaking her head “You’d hope now that he’s 5 and 10 that he’d act more grown-up”

You hum in agreement as you watched the Lord’s son try and goad people into crossing him, to speak up against his cruelty. You knew it would be one day soon that he’d goad the wrong person, a mercenary passing through that didn’t fear the Lord’s wrath, and get into trouble or worse.

“He is a toad, someday soon someone will teach him a lesson, show he’s not as invincible as he thinks,” you say shaking your head.

The wife lets out a small hum, her eyes darting to Noks on your shoulder, a wary look in her eyes.

“I best get going, thank you for these,” you say nodding to the pack she’d given you before making your way back home.

A couple of days had passed and after spending all day sitting by the fire mending clothes you were exhausted and looking forward to a good night's rest.

It must have only been a couple of hours since you had fallen asleep, the embers of your fire still hot, when you awoke to someone shaking your shoulders. You blinked your eyes open to see and if the low light you could see your best friend looking down at you, a panicked look on her face.

“Erissa, what- what are you doing?” You mutter in confusion as you sit up.

“You need to get out of here now” she states grabbing your heaviest cloak and throwing it at you, her choppy black hair more wild than usual making you think she probably only recently woke herself or had been in a tavern.

“What why?” You ask in confusion, the panic in her voice driving you out of bed and slipping on your boots.

“The Lord’s son has fallen ill with a mysterious illness, and is unlikely to survive the night, the lord believes you to be a witch and cursed him” Erissa explains as she grabs a pack and starts shoving supplies into it.

Your jaw drops to the floor “Heavens! Why does he believe that!” You exclaim.

“The farmer's wife told him what you said at the market the other day, you called him a toad and said someone would teach him a lesson, the boils on his skin are toad like” Erissa explains as she walks over to you, holding out the pack for you to take.

“That doesn’t make me a witch” you argue shaking your head.

“No, but villagers suspected it, with your ability to keep food longer than them, your cottage so far out, not to mention him” Erissa explains nodding to Noks who was watching the entire exchange “especially since you names him after the death god”

“I did not name him after the old fae death god” you argue, Erissa threw you a pointed look “Knowingly, plus the old god was Noksytos, it’s different”

“It’s similar enough for them and if you don’t flee now you’ll be captured and tied to a stake by morning” Erissa states harshly, pushing the pack further into your grasp.

“O-okay” you mutter, the seriousness of the situation finally set in. You pull your cloak around your loop the pack over your shoulder before grabbing Noks “Where should I go? South?”

Errisa shakes her head “No that’s where they’ll expect you to go, the lord probably has already alerted the sentries on the ports, you need to go north” she says as she leads you out of your cottage and towards the woods behind.

“The north? But there’s nothing there, its all wild and ruins”

“Trust me, run north until you reach the river, cross it and keep going soon enough you’ll reach a cave tunnel, go through it and then you’ll be safe” Erissa promises “I’ll be covering your tracks and will meet you eventually, there should be enough in your pack to last you until I can join you”

You give her a quick nod, holding Noks close to you “Thank you” you breathe out, your voice wobbling in fear.

Erissa puts her hand on your shoulder “It will all be okay, take this to keep you safe” she says holding out a knife you’d never seen her carry before.

It was long and curved and you didn’t instantly recognise the metal, instead of being silver in colour it was completely black. It was like it was sucking in all light around it.

“When did you get this?” You gape.

“A long, long time ago” she muttered not taking her stormy grey eyes off the blade, you glanced at the thin scar that ran down the side of her cheek and wondered whether this blade was the cause of it “Now go” she states pushing you towards the woods.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at your cottage, your home. You prayed that one day you could return but you knew better. Turning on your heels you began your journey into the woods.

Hours passed and you had nearly drunk the entirety of your canteen of water. Thankfully you could hear water flowing not far up ahead meaning you had to be close to the river. Sure enough, as you reached the top of the hill you could see the river below and it was much wider than you expected.

As you got closer Noks made his displeasure known, his claws digging into your shoulder. He meowed loudly in your ear as you crouched down to fill your canteen back up. As you did so you glanced up and down the river for a way to cross but saw nothing and you weren’t sure if you could waste time walking up or downstream for one.

Surveying the river you could see the water wasn’t running too fast and didn’t appear too deep. You weren’t a strong swimmer though and you had Noks on your shoulders so you couldn’t risk slipping and getting swept away. You glance behind you to see one of the large oak trees, miraculously it had a long thick stick laying beneath it, one that you could use to keep your footing as you crossed.

Putting your canteen back in your pack you grabbed the stick and slowly made your way into the river. The water was much colder than you expected making you wince. Thankfully it went no deeper than your naval, Noks still clung onto your head and shoulders though, probably drawing blood with his claws.

By the time you got to the other side you were shivering. You contemplated stopping and maybe building a fire but you weren’t sure what creatures roamed this land. You knew many of the beasts were now extinct following The Great War 500 years ago but there still could be bears or wolves.

You decided to carry on, hoping that you’d soon dry off as you walked. You guessed that it must be sunrise soon too which would also help. You needed to at least get to the cave tunnel, you would have shelter there and could possibly risk a small fire.

It was another couple of hours until you reached the cave tunnel. You were dryer than before but you were still chilled to the bone, tired and weak. It was a struggle to put one foot in front of the other.

You put your hand against the cold stone, resting your forehead against it as you took a moment to recover. You could rest now, make your way into the tunnel and rest.

You were just about to take your pack off to set up camp when you heard a branch snap behind you. Spinning around you tried to spot what caused it but couldn’t. Another branch snapped, this time closer. You needed to get out of here and fast before whatever it was realised you were there so you took off into the cave tunnel.

You were approaching the other end when you heard a loud roar, the fear it instilled in you had you running faster. You failed to notice until it was too late that the roar actually came in front of you. You only realised it when you emerged from the cave right in front of a large monster. Its lion's head roared in your face, spittle covering you as you cowered in fear.

You fell to the floor, holding onto Noks tightly protecting him with your own body. You then heard the sounds of shouting followed by another roar from the monster. You screwed your eyes shut praying that you would survive or that at least the end would be quick.

A heavy thud then ran through the woods, the ground shaking beneath you before everything suddenly went silent. Slowly you peeked your eyes open only to see the monster lying beside you dead a knife protruding from its eye. You scramble back from it, something you soon regret as it allowed you to see all of the creature, its bat-like wings, the goat head that grew from its back, and the tail that ended in a snake's head. It was a chimaera, one of the many monsters you believed to be extinct.

The sound of shuffling had you looking up to see three men all standing watching you sceptically. A man with ebony skin, shortly cropped black hair and bird-like wings, the man to his right was the tallest out of the three and had messy golden locks and cerulean eyes, the last of the men stood on the far right had long brown hair that reached his shoulders and in his metal hand was a blade that was the twin to the one in the chimaera’s eye. What caught your attention the most though was their ears, all of them pointy. Ears of a Fae. The creatures of nightmares, the ones that you thought were killed off after the great war.

“Are you okay?” The male in the middle said, his voice soft.

You were unable to answer though as fear took control of your body causing you to pass out.

Your chest felt tight as you began to stir, shifting in your cot it felt like there was a weight on your chest. Peaking an eye open you confirmed your suspicions that it was Noks lying on your chest. But instead of staring at you, waiting for his breakfast, he was facing off to the side his sights set firmly on something ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

Expecting it to be just a mouse scurrying by the window you followed his gaze only to be startled awake at the sight of the golden-haired fae male from before reclined back in a chair, hand running over his chin as he gazed out the large nearby window. Your sudden movement caught his attention, that or he heard your heart rate skyrocket.

“You’re awake” he simply said his voice soft “I was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t”

“I-I-I-“ you stutter as you gaped back at him.

You thought, you hoped last night had all been a horribly vivid nightmare. But it wasn’t your nightmare was real and was sitting right in front of you in a loose and billowing white tunic that showed off the vast muscle of his chest and navy blue pants. You move to pinch yourself but still would not wake up.

Your eyes darted around the large and well-decorated room. Its walls were white with pastel blue floral patterns, the ceilings were so high that even stood on someone’s shoulders you probably still wouldn’t reach. Two large windows lined the one wall, allowing in so much light it was like you were outside. The bed you lay upon was so soft it was like a cloud and so vast that a whole family could fit.

Eventually, your eyes settled back on the male to your left, he’d watched you the entire time in silence. Remained silent as you then studied him. His hair was tidier than it was before but still seemed like a hand has been run through it a couple of times. His face was calm but cautious, waiting to see what you’d do. Despite the pointed ears he seemed completely different to the monster you had been told about, his eyes weren’t cold, his long fingers lacked claws, his teeth were perfectly normal and not sharp like a shark. You still couldn’t believe a Fae was sitting in front of you.

“You- you should be dead” you finally managed to say.

The male tilts his head, his brows furrowing in confusion “Why?”

“You-you’re fae, they died out centuries ago after the great war” you mutter shaking your head.

A look of understanding passes over his face his pink lips parting “Ah yes…. That was a lie carefully constructed following the peace treaty” he nods.

“What? What peace treaty?” You question, you had never been told of any treaty, you heard the Fae numbers had been so drastically hit that the fighting just stopped and they never recovered.

“The one the human side called for to end the war before too many of them perished, the deal was for fae and humans to live separately and humans to believe our kind simply died out to nothing but stories, the fae have since inhabited areas shrouded by magic in places the humans just seen as wild lands” the male explains sitting forward in his seat “there are very few passages between the two, how did you know about the tunnel?”

“My- my friend told me about it, said I would be safe when I went through” you explain shifting back in the bed to maintain the distance.

“Safe?” The male's brows furrowed once more.

“Yes my village believed me to be a witch, my friend got me out before they could take me and burn me at the stake” You look down to stroke Noks’ head feeling calm wash over you as he nuzzled back into you.

“Well, I can say for certain you are not a witch” the male huffs, his gaze then drifts to the side where a large dresser stands, the knife Erissa gave you sat on top “Did your friend give you that?” He asks pointing to the knife.

“Y-yes” you stutter, terrified that he may use it against you.

He instead just hums and nods his head “Your friend did the right thing, you’ll be safe here” he says before standing up “Dinner is in a couple of hours if you feel up to it” You watch as he crosses the room towards the door.

“Wait” you nearly shout as he reaches the door, his fingers nearly inches from the handle “Who-who are you?”

A small smile plays on his lips as he looks over his shoulder at you “Steven, but you can call me Steve”

You couldn’t help the small smile that broke out hearing such a normal name “Y/N, and this is Noks” you say nodding to Noks.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both, I hope to see you at dinner” he smiles softly before making his way out of the room and you heard no hint of a lie whatsoever.

For the next couple of hours, you debated whether you wanted to join Steve for dinner, whether it was even safe.  You were still pacing back and forth in front of the grand bed when there was a light knock on the door.

You spin around to face the door, Noks instantly going on guard from his spot on the bed.

“Hello?” You call out as you slowly back away so your back was against the wall.

A female pokes her head into the room, you guessed she must be some kind of nymph from the greenish hue to her skin. When she spots you in the corner she gives you a kind smile, her golden-coloured eyes holding a gentle warmth.

“I’m here to see if you were joining Steven for dinner?” She says as she steps inside the room, her light blue dress shifting like water as she walked.

“I-uh-I do not-um” you stutter unable to decide let alone find your words.

“It’s okay, if you’re not comfortable I can bring food to you, it might be nice to have a change of scenery though” she offers with a kind smile.

You blink a couple of times, swallowing nervously “I-“ you start before shaking your head and looking down.

“I understand that you feel afraid, but you have nothing to worry about you are safe here, the stories you’ve heard are nothing but stories,” the nymph says as she walks over to you, your gaze rose to meet hers when she went to put her hand on your arm but hesitated “my mother was killed and I was chased from my home for being part Fae, Steve gave me sanctuary here”

You study her for a moment your eyes meeting hers. You see the look of sadness in her eyes as she mourned her mother and old life.

“I’m sorry” you whisper.

“It's okay, my life is much better here than I was in my old stream… Steve is a kind male, you have nothing to fear from him” she reassures you.

You nod your head before glancing around the room in which you had inhabited for the last few hours. Your stomach began to rumble as you realised you hadn’t eaten anything since last night.

“A change of scenery would be nice” you admit glancing back at the nymph “I’m Y/N by the way”

“Kalliphae, but most just call me Kalli” She smiles in return “Now let’s get you changed into something more suitable”

Soon enough you were changed into a gown far more extravagant than you’ve ever worn before. The first gown that Kalli had pulled out for you was even more extravagant, you had tried to convince her to let you wear your old clothes but she said they were still being washed. So you made a compromise and settled for a much simpler, but still extravagant to you, gown instead.

Kalli then directed you through the large grand corridors towards the dining room where Steve was waiting. You had brought Noks along too since he also needed feeding, you hoped Steve didn’t mind the extra mouth.

As you turned into the dining room you halted in your tracks when you saw the table was completely full. You expected to only see Steve but there were 7 others all sitting around the table too. Two of which you recognised as the male with a metal arm and the male with wings but this time his wings were gone.

The room was so loud as everyone talked over each other that you took a couple of steps back. You caught Steve’s attention as you did so, the male rising from his seat at the head of the table. Everyone else fell silent as he stood.

“Y/N, I’m glad you could join us, please sit” he offers gesturing to the chair adjacent to him.

You blinked a couple of times as everyone's gaze settled on you, all of them assessing you, some more kindly than others.

When you didn’t move or say anything Steve began to make his way over to you “They are only my friends and not as scary as they look” he says softly.

“I’d say it's the opposite for Nat” the male with the goatie snickers, only to yelp when you guessed he’d been kicked by Nat.

“Ignore them, please come sit,” Steve says offering his arm.

Your gaze lifts to meet his and see once again only sincerity in his eyes. So you looped your arm with his and let him guide you to the empty seat at the table.

“Let me introduce you, this here is Natalia” Steve says gesturing to the redhead that sat opposite.

“Call me Nat” she smiled.

“Next we have Anthony Stark, you’ll often find Tony tinkering away in his workshop, he made Bucky’s arm,” Steve says nodding to the man you recognised from before “This is Clint, Bruce, Thor and finally Sam” Steve continues gesturing to each of his friends “this is Y/N, she has come here for sanctuary which we are all happy to provide” he finishes sending a pointed look around the group.

You gave them all a small smile before sitting down as you did so you spotted the vast amount of food spread out across the table. There was enough to feed a whole village here and it was all so fresh and luxurious. So luxurious that you began to wonder whether it was a trap, there were so many tales about heroes getting trapped or killed because they couldn’t resist the temptation of the food before them.

They all seemed to notice your hesitation as they all began to load their own plates, Tony spoke up “It’s not poisoned, it won’t trap you here, gods humans are so distrusting”

“Stark” Steve scolded glaring over at Tony “Considering the events of last night Y/N has all the reason to be nervous”

“Ignore Tony, he’s just trying to wind you up, it’s just as safe as the food you’re used to, it just tastes better” Nat reassures you as she takes a bit of her food to show you it was indeed safe.

You give her a small nod before beginning to add some food to your plate. You didn’t pile your plates as much as the others did but it was still the largest meal you’ve had in a long long time. When you took your first bite you had to stop yourself from outright moaning at the taste. What Nat said was a massive understatement, this was the best-tasting food you’ve ever had. Glancing over at Steve you could see the small smirk playing on his lips that told you that you hadn’t completely stopped yourself.

“So what brought you here to seek sanctuary?” Thor asked as he dug into a whole roasted leg of meat.

“My village thought I was a witch, my friend Erissa got me out in the middle of the night and directed me to the cave which led me here” you explain as you feed Noks a chunk of meat off your plate.

“I don’t recognise the name” Bruce hums with a small frown as he glanced over at Steve.

“She’s human like me” you tell him which just made his brow furrow even more.

“That’s impossible” Bruce mutters.

“What Bruce is trying to say is that no human should know about the doorways between our lands, memory of them was wiped from the human race and us fae were forbidden to cross them” Steve explains as he leans back in his chair a contemplative look on his face.

“Oh… maybe she learnt it from old scrolls, she travels a lot” you shrug “I’m not breaking the treaty by being here am I? I don’t need to beg the lord or king for asylum?” You ask nervously.

“There’s no such ruling in the treaty to say humans could not cross into our lands” Steve states.

“And you’ve already been given asylum by the Lord” Tony smirks glancing over at Steve.

Your eyes dart to Steve to see him roll his eyes as he let out a long sigh. You could feel your heart racing in your chest as you realised that Steve wasn’t just a wealthy fae. He ruled over this land.

“I am not,” Steve says as if reading your mind “Me, Bruce, Nat, Thor, Clint and Tony rule over these lands”

“All six of you?” You question, you never heard of multiple people ruling over a territory.

“Yeah they call us the Avengers,” Tony says smugly earning an eye roll from most people at the table.

“The old lord died with no heir, a rival court tried to seize the land as their own, we fought against them and the people of this court chose us as leaders” Nat explained as Steve rubs the space between his brow tiredly.

“Steve is the unofficial leader though, he gets the deciding vote, and we all follow his lead” Clint adds pointing over at Steve with his fork.

“But unlike other courts we all have responsibilities and we debate what’s best to do instead of the emotions on one person driving decisions” Steve states picking up his fork and beginning to eat, effectively ending the conversation.

‘In charge’ Tony mouths when your eyes meet his and couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face.

Silence, or as close to silence as you could get, fell as everyone began to completely dig into their food. You practically devoured your plateful, having to remind yourself that this food wasn’t about to disappear and that you should pace yourself.

Noks would occasionally meow in your lap, nudging your arm with his head reminding you to feed him a scrap or two. You caught Steve smiling softly over at you after you fed Noks another bite of chicken.

“I’ll ask the staff to prepare him some food for the morning” Steve nods towards Noks.

“Oh it's no it's no worries,” you say shaking your head.

“It's okay, they do so for Bucky’s cat Alpine,” he says nodding over to one of the windows where a white cat was reclined on the windowsill that you hadn’t noticed before.

Noks instantly hopped down from your lap, food completely forgotten, and slowly made his way over to Alpine. The pure white feline paid him little attention as he leapt onto the windowsill.

“Do you mind answering a question?” Bruce says leaning forward as he spoke “How old are you?” he asked when you nodded.

“Four and Twenty” you answer, startled when Tony snorted into his wine glass.

“Four and twenty? You’d think our lifespans would make us slow to advance but they still describe their age like that” he laughs shaking his head.

You frown over at him “How else would you describe it?” you question.

“Just Twenty-Four, it’s much simpler especially when you get to triple digits” Tony explains with a small wave of his hand.

“Triple digits?” you gawk in surprise.

“Yes Fae can live to thousands of years old, nobody is really sure how long as many are killed before their time” Bruce explains.

“So how- how old-” you stutter slightly as you glance around the table.

“Well, Thor won’t tell us which means he’s definitely over a thousand years old” Tony starts before Thor interrupts his laugh bellowing through the room.

“Over a thousand please? I’m as young as all of you” he chuckles shaking his head in a way that said he wasn’t being truthful.

“The rest of us are around the around the three-hundred mark” Tony continues before Nat interrupts.

“Some closer to four hundred than others” she smirks sending a pointed look over at Tony.

“But Steve and metal fingers over here are over five hundred years old” Tony says pointing with his fork over to Steve and Bucky.

A frown forms on your face as you turn to look at Steve. He had been alive during The Great War, he could have possibly been fighting in it. Fighting against your kind, killing them. If what he said earlier was true about the peace treaty that meant he was on the side that nearly killed thousands of humans.

“I fought on the side of the humans, we both did,” Steve said as if reading your mind, or understanding the growing distrust on your face. You blink a couple of times in surprise “I- i- Fae fought alongside humans?” you mutter in disbelief.

“Yes many Fae, younger Fae disliked the tyranny the elder Fae led with, we fought with humans for their freedom, and even after the peace treaty fighting amongst the Fae continued, for land, for status, we continued to fight to restore peace and protect the humans at a great personal cost” Steve explained a dark cloud passing over his features as he glanced over to Bucky’s metal arm.

“I apologise, I did not mean to offend” you whisper looking down.

“No apologies are necessary, I understand,” Steve says his soft smile returning as he nodded over to you.

For the rest of the meal, it was relatively quiet, although some tension still hung in the air so at the earlier opportunity you excused yourself. Steve offered to walk you back to your room. The two of you walked in silence, silence that only grew more uncomfortable as the minutes passed.

“I apologise for my friends and my behaviour at dinner” he finally says once you reached the door to your room.

His apology makes you stop short, your gaze snapping up to his in surprise “No, I’m sorry for my prejudice, I believed all the stories we’d been told as children without considering whether they were actually true or not” you apologise shaking your head.

“It does trouble me that our alliance with your kind has been forgotten, but I understand it too, centuries have passed its only natural for some details to become distorted,” Steve says with a small shake of his head “but I meant it when I said you’d be safe here, you can stay as long as you wish”

“Thank you, my friend Erissa said she would join me, although I’m not sure if she truly understood what this place was,” you tell him.

“Of course, I shall alert my sentries and ensure she is safely escorted to the estate, those woods can be very dangerous, especially for a human” Steve nods.

“Thank you, and thank you for before with that Chimaera, I was certain I was dead” you admit with a long sigh.

Steve smiles softly “Well I shall thank the fates that our paths crossed when they did,” he says with a small bow of the head “I shall leave you to rest, Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Steve” you smile bowing your head gently.

Noks then meows loudly in your arms making Steve chuckle “Goodnight Noks” he smiles.

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Forgotten Lands: Summer Solstice - Fae!Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: Happy summer solstice! This was the drabble idea I had that sparked this whole AU!

Summary: You’ve lived in the Fae world for a few months now and have grown close to its occupants, especially close to one in particular.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: FLUFF! Kind of a cliff hanger?

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Summer Solstice

The entire estate was already buzzing with energy when you awoke sun streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. Noks had found himself a perfect sun spot his black fur looking almost blue and he purred in his sleep.

With the help of Kallie the half-nymph maid, you dressed in a pale yellow gown that was light and loose enough to keep you cool in the summer heat. To finish the look she braided small delicate yellow and blue flowers into your hair.

Once you stepped outside the festivities were in full swing already, the entire court celebrating the summer solstice. Music was floating through the air, tables were full of fresh fruit and other delicacies. Children were running around and playing with the Maypole.

You had just rounded the corner when Noks jumped out of your arms and ran straight over to Alpine who was sitting on a nearby wall. Bucky was stood not too far away with Steve and as a shadow passed overhead you knew that Sam was flying above you.

Walking over to Steve you gave him a small bow of the head “Happy Summer Solstice” you greeted.

“Happy Summer Solstice” he smile’s with his own bow of the head “Are you enjoying the festivities?”

“Yes, I’ve never celebrated summer solstice before” you admit glancing around at the festivities, there weren’t many holidays in the human world anymore, and the few that remained you had been too poor to really celebrate.

“Well by all means take full advantage and enjoy the day” Steve smiles softly.

“I will thank you Steve” You smile with another bow of your head before making your way towards the table full of fresh fruit.

For the rest of the day, you enjoyed the day and all the festivities, eating the glorious food, and enjoying the good weather. You had even been coaxed into dancing with Steve.

When the song ended Steve linked his arm with yours and leaned down to whisper in your ear “I have something to show you, if you’d let me”

You blinked a couple of times, still somewhat entranced by his proximity but you managed to nod your head in answer. He smiled softly down at you before leading you away from the main hub of the party and towards one of the many gardens.

He took you to one of your favourite gardens in the estate, it was always much quieter than the others and always looked so beautiful with the wide variety of colours and flowers.

It always smelt amazing too, your arm slipping out from Steve’s as you stepped closer to take a sniff of the glorious scent. The noise of Steve clearing his throat had you looking back over towards him.

“I have a summer solstice present for you” Steve said the corners of his lips tugging into a poorly concealed smile.

“You got me a present?” Your eyes widen in surprise as you looked at the gorgeous fae male you had slowly fallen in love with, but had yet to admit it out loud, you hadn’t even been brave enough to kiss him.

“Of course” he smiled softly “Close your eyes and hold out your hands”

You did as he said, your teeth running over your lower lip as you waited for whatever he placed in your hands. After a moment you felt a smooth cool wooden box being placed in your palms.

“Can I open my eyes?” You asked, brow arching.

Steve let out a warm chuckle “Yes you may”

You opened your eyes, your gaze instantly falling on the long rectangular box in your palms. You instantly guess it was a bracelet, one that would cost more than you could ever dream to earn in the human realm.

“Open it” Steve encourages, his excitement yet nervous energy rolling off of him in waves.

You carefully open the box, surprised to find a gorgeous black feather quill resting on the velvet instead of a bracelet. Your lips parted in amazement as you carefully lifted it from the box, marvelling over its iridescence as it caught the sunlight.

“It’s beautiful, what kind of bird did this feather come from,” you ask unable to take your eyes off of it.

“It’s from a wild pegasus, they’re extremely rare mostly because few are brave enough to get close enough to pluck one” Steve explains moving to stand just behind you.

“Are there not tame pegasus? I thought other courts held them” you say glancing over your shoulder.

“There are, but for reasons that even our greatest scholars cannot understand, feathers plucked from tame pegasus cannot retain magic”

You spin round to face him “Magic?”

A smile tugs at his lips as he looks down at you “Yes, this quill is enchanted” Your lips part in surprise, your gaze returning to the feather wondering whether the iridescence was actually magic “You said you wished to write stories but cannot translate what you see in your head into words, this quill will do it for you”

Your jaw was nearly on the floor at this point, you had only mentioned your desire to write once. The time Steve took you on a tour of these very gardens and asked you what your dream was back in the human realm. You hadn’t thought much of that conversation since, it had been a dream that you never thought would become reality.

You had learnt from a young age that no matter how much you dreamed of a different life you would never be more than a poor peasant that fixed clothes for spare coppers. You were just lucky that you had been taught to read and write, something many others in your position weren’t taught to do.

“H-how?” You stutter in disbelief.

“In all the centuries I’ve been alive I learnt it best not to question the how, it can cause an awful headache,” Steve says with a playful smirk “Here try it out for yourself,” he says conjuring up a blank piece of parchment and wooden board out of thin air.

Your hand were shaking as you took the board from him, his gentle finger taking the wooden case from you in return. Resting the tip of the quill against the paper you were surprised to find it already held ink. Another enchantment on it you supposed. You glance up at Steve to see him watching you in anticipation, suddenly making you shy to write in front of him.

Quickly turning your back on him you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You let your mind wander and begin to dream up a story about a prince and princess walking through a gorgeous garden, just like the one you were in now. You could picture it all so clearly, the handsome prince, the smell of the roses. The warmth in his blue-green eyes and a gentle smile on his plump pink lips.

You pictured him gently taking the princess's hand, halting her in her stride. You could see the blush spreading across his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he gazed lovingly down at the princesses. You could practically hear his melodic soft voice as he professed his love for her.

“Very romantic” Steve hummed behind you, so close you felt his breath brush across the shell of your ear.

You are startled out of your daydream, spinning around to face Steve. You blink a couple of times, your chest heaving as you tried to get control of yourself. Something that seemed impossible with him stood so close, his comforting scent enveloping you in a warm embrace.

You managed to glance down at the parchment your eyes widening in surprise when you saw the exact story you has just pictured in your head written out before you. It was real. Your thoughts and daydreams were right here in front of you in writing. You hadn’t even realised the quill had moved yet you had filled nearly the entire page. You must have been close to completely falling off when Steve spoke.

Heat rushed to your cheeks when you realised Steve had been reading your writing over your shoulder. You pull the board close to your chest in an attempt to stop him from reading more. Praying that he didn’t realise the prince you had pictured was actually him.

“It seems to work well” he nods “and hopefully one day you’ll no longer need it” he adds with a kind smile.

You couldn’t help the smile that played on your lips, knowing that he didn’t mean that one day you’d stop writing, but that one day you’d have the confidence in your own abilities.

A lump of emotion grew in your throat as you blinked back the tears “Thank you Steve, this means the world to me” you managed to say.

Steve smiled softly, giving you a small bow of his head “You’re welcome, I look forward to reading your first novel”

You bit your lip and let out a watery chuckle, shaking your head gently “I can only apologise that I did not get you a present”

Steve gently shakes his head “You have already given me so much” he says softly.

Looking up at him your lips part in surprise when you realise the look in his eyes matched the look you had pictured in the prince's eyes. A look you never thought would leave your imagination, yet here it was.

You knew it should terrify you, and in some way may it did a little. Steve was a fae, a being that belonged in childhood stories, ones used to frighten children into behaving. And you were just human, completely ordinary.

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest and a tugging sensation that wished to pull you in his direction. So you decided to stop listening to your brain and listen to your heart instead. Letting the tugging sensation pull you closer to him, a hand resting on his chest as you rose up onto your tip toes and gently brushed your lips against his.

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