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emy-loves-you · 11 months

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Have Your Name (And Your Back) Chapter 12

Into The Garden

Patton finds the garden and makes a new friend in the process.

Chapter 11 | Masterlist | Chapter 13

One day I'll have a consistent upload schedule.

No new trigger warnings (except for Patton basically getting a sensory overload), so if you've read previous chapters you should be fine with this one. So sit back and enjoy!

Looking through the windows had become Patton’s new way to pass the time.

It had been a week since the incident with the vase, and he was getting anxious about the upcoming ceremony that would officially make him Prince’s godson. While he had initially been ecstatic to finally have that deeper connection with his soon-to-be-official Fairy Godfather, now he had started to doubt himself and his ability to perform the ritual correctly. Luckily for him, Prince and Logic were slowly guiding him through everything so he would know what to expect. However, it still did little to quell his own anxieties, especially during the hours between lessons. So Patton tried to find different ways to distract himself and pass the time.

His first idea was to do what he had already been doing most afternoons, which was skipping through the hallway. But after the vase incident he decided that was a bad idea, at least until he stopped growing due to potions and adjusted to his new height. His next idea was to read the books in the library, but barely any of them were written in German and his English skills weren’t good enough to read anything advanced. Besides, he already spends most of his day reading and writing, any more and he might die of boredom!

There was a point where he considered calling for Prince or Duke to hang out with him, but decided against it. While Prince did say that Patton could call on him at any time, even if he was just bored, the man/fairy seemed to have a lot on his plate at the moment. From the little snippets of conversation he’s heard between the brothers, any moment they’re not with Patton they’re either preparing for the ceremony or doing their normal fae duties. And while the two fairies never acted irritated or exhausted while around Patton, he still felt guilty for needing to take up so much of their time. They already spent most of their day taking care of him, the least he could do was entertain himself for the few hours that they were gone.

So that led Patton to his current activity: staring out the window. When he had first arrived, there didn’t seem to be anything interesting outside. While the large windows did show a clear view of the sky, there didn’t seem to be anything in the sky beyond the sun, not even a passing cloud. The ground wasn’t too exciting either, with flat green plains that stood still due to the lack of wind. While Patton could see the beginnings of a forest followed by a mountain range in the distance, they were too far away for him to make out any details. Overall, a rather boring sight after the first few minutes of staring.

However, that was before Patton had started his lessons with Logic, and one of those lessons in particular inspired this new activity: illusions. It was a simple form of physical magic that even non-fae could perform, though there was a certain species of fae that excelled in it.

(Logic hadn’t named a specific fairy when he explained this, but Patton had a feeling that he was talking about Deceit. Logic always seemed to be vague when discussing the born fairies, Deceit even more so, though Patton couldn’t tell if it was out of respect or something else.)

From what Patton had learned, these illusions affected all of your senses and could only be detected if you were good at sensing magic or you knew what the illusion was obscuring. And based on the stories Prince had told him, there should be a garden outside, which means there’s probably some sort of magic involved. And sure enough, if Patton focused hard enough the field would suddenly waver, with flashes of color flickering in and out of existence. He couldn’t fully see the garden (he probably never would until the illusion was banished), and he could only look at the flickering colors for a few moments before it got overwhelming, but he still stared out the window in hopes of seeing more.

On this particular afternoon, Patton was imagining what the garden would look like. He had seen many flickering colors, from reds and blues to oranges and yellows, and even some hints of purple. Though he knew that more colorful flowers existed, the garden that Patton tended to as a child was only filled with whites and grays along with the occasional dull pinks. He wondered if a magic garden would have the same flowers in more vibrant colors. Or maybe they would be plants that Patton had never seen before. Would they be normal plants or magic plants? How would one take care of a magical flower? Technically he could ask Prince what the garden looked like, or if he could remove the illusion altogether and let Patton see it with his own eyes, but he decided not to ask. There was probably a reason why the garden was hidden, right? And Prince was already busy enough as it was, there was no need to pester him about something that wasn’t Patton’s business.

(Also, a part of Patton secretly hoped that he would never see the garden, because if he did then he would want to go and explore it and never leave. And Patton would rather never see the garden at all than hear Prince tell him that he’s not allowed to go out and tend to it. He had already lost one garden, he didn’t want to lose another.)

Hiss.

Patton looked up from the spot he was staring at, his eyes briefly catching something yellow before the illusion covered it up again. What was that? Patton could’ve sworn he heard-

Hiss.

There! Near the edge of the illusion, something yellow flickered into existence and moved. Was there some sort of animal in the garden? Patton had to know!

With his curiosity fully peaked, Patton pressed his hand against the glass, squinting out at the flickering illusion. “What is that?” He pressed his face as close as he could to the glass, huffing when he still couldn’t make out the yellow shape. “I’m too far away. I wish I could go outside, but even if I was allowed I don’t know how I would get out there. None of the doors lead outside and these windows don’t open. Maybe I should ask Fairy Godfa-AH!” Before Patton could finish his sentence, the glass seemed to vanish as Patton went tumbling out the window! Luckily the window was low to the ground so he didn’t get injured, but he still tripped over the windowsill and landed on the dirt ground with a loud thump.

Hiss.

Patton groaned and forced himself onto his feet, stumbling toward the flickering yellow shape. He could only make it a few steps before he had to close his eyes. The illusion was already hard to look at from his window, but now that he was actually in the garden his senses were bombarded with colors and smells blinking in and out of existence. He tried to follow the hissing noise, but even that seemed to be drowned out by the sounds of rustling leaves and running water.

Click.

Patton gasped and spun around, biting back his nausea as the now violently flickering images nearly threw him off balance. But he could still clearly see that the window to his bedroom had closed itself. “No no no!” Patton rushed back to the window, running his fingers over the glass as he tried to find the place where it opened from. “Please open. I need to get back inside! I’m not supposed to be out here!” Unfortunately, it seemed that whatever compelled the window to open was only on the inside, as it refused to even budge.

Patton let out a whine and started walking backward, still unable to look at the garden behind him. He kept his eyes trained on the wall in front of him. Maybe there was a door that he could go through, or an open window that he hadn’t noticed. Eventually, his back hit something rough and hard. Maybe a tree? Patton instinctively turned around to look.

Immediately Patton was overwhelmed by a bombardment of sights, sounds and magic. Whatever was in front of him seemed to be the center of the illusion magic, as the sensations he had been feeling in small doses were pounding in his head and screaming that the thing he just touched didn’t exist and the garden didn’t exist and he didn’t exi-

Patton threw himself to the ground, gritting his teeth while ignoring the pressure behind his eyes and the taste of blood in his mouth. “Fairy Godfather!” He waited for a moment and felt his heart sink as he tried again. “Prince, please! I need you!” He held his breath before letting out a sob. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I promise I’ll be good! I’ll never do it again! Please forgive me-”

“Heart?” Immediately Patton was pulled into a now-familiar embrace. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.” Prince’s jacket was shielding his eyes, and all of his other senses seemed to dull. All he could smell was Prince’s smell of firewood and comfort and home. The only magic he could feel was Prince’s healing magic across his body. And all that he could hear was Prince’s worried tone. “I’m sorry it took so long, I practically searched the whole wing before realizing you were outside. How did you get here? How long have you been out here? Are you still in pain?”

Patton did his best to shake his head, his face still buried in his Fairy Godfather’s jacket. “Not anymore. I was only out for a few minutes. I don’t know what happened, the window just opened on its own and it closed before I could get back in.”

He tried to scoot back and look at his Fairy Godfather, but the fairy gently pushed his head back down. “Wait just a little longer, Child. These illusions are a lot stronger than I first assumed.” His voice was slightly strained as he spoke, likely from attempting to dispel the illusions, and Patton felt his tears return as he hiccuped.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave.”

Prince chuckled and ruffled Patton’s hair. “I know you didn’t. And even if you did, I wouldn’t be upset.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I knew you were going to want to see the garden eventually. I’m just relieved that you called out for help instead of staying stuck out here.” He chuckled again, but it was hollow this time. “Besides, I’d be quite the hypocrite if I got mad at you for something like this. I wasn’t exactly the best of godchildren growing up.” Patton barely had enough time to process that before the hand in his hair disappeared. “It should be safe to look now.”

Patton kept his eye closed as he pulled away from Prince and stood up. He took a deep breath before opening his eyes, only for the air to rush out as he gasped. The garden was even more beautiful than he’d imagined, with flowers of every color he could think of scattered throughout. Thin streams ran through most of the area, all leading to a small pond to his right. And directly behind him stood a massive tree, with dark oak and spindly branches. The leaves seemed to change color in the light, and when one fell it seemed to flip through every color in the rainbow before turning white as it touched the ground.

“Tada!” Patton turned to look at his Fairy Godfather, who was looking sheepish as he held his hands out. “Welcome to Pops’ old garden! Or your garden now, if you want it. I asked Deciet to put an illusion over it because I thought it would remind you of unpleasant memories. Then you talked about how much you enjoyed gardening so I worked with the others to make it a little… safer.” Patton looked around and nodded, noticing that some of the plants seemed to be encased in a soft purple glow. There were also small signs in front of the flowers with either illustrations about what the plant could do (probably from Duke if the cartoonish gore was any indication) or small yet familiar handwriting about the names and uses of each flower (definitely Logic, though some of it written over in either swoopy gold or messy black handwriting).

Patton’s head snapped over to Prince as he fully realized what the fairy had just said. “This garden is… mine?”

Prince nodded and gestured to the windows that got Patton stuck in this situation, an ornate wooden door appearing next to them. “This door leads directly to your room, and can only be locked and unlocked with this key.” A large brass key was carefully pressed into Patton’s hand, and Patton looked down at it in awe. “You can visit the garden whenever you want, I just ask for three things.” Patton nodded but froze when he saw how serious his Fairy Godfather suddenly looked. “One: You will be careful in the garden. This is one of the most dangerous areas of the wing, and many of these plants can be deadly if you don’t tend to them properly. If you encounter any issues while out here, no matter how minor, you should still call out for help just in case. Two: Your time out in the garden should not interfere with your health and studies. If you believe you don’t have enough time to go out to the garden, then we can discuss your schedule together with Logic. But you shouldn’t be skipping meals, lessons, or sleep to come out here. Three: If you look carefully you’ll notice there are walls along the perimeter of the garden. The North wall leads to Logic’s territory, the South wall leads to Duke and Deceit’s garden, and the East wall leads to the forest. You will not attempt to cross any of these walls without permission and someone accompanying you. The other Fae will take it as an insult if you sneak onto their property uninvited, and if you leave the grounds without permission I won’t be able to protect you. Do you agree to these terms?”

Patton stayed frozen for a bit but eventually he nodded. He should’ve felt a little more panicked that Prince was now presenting actual rules for Patton to follow, However, he was much calmer since Prince explained why Patton needed to follow each rule. And Patton wasn’t intending on doing anything that broke the rules, so he shouldn’t have to worry about them much. He then remembered that his Fairy Godfather preferred verbal consent and spoke up. “I promise I’ll do as you ask. I’ll be careful, I won’t let the garden interfere with my health or studies, and I won’t attempt to cross any of the walls without permission.”

There was a moment where everything seemed to crescendo; the air in his lungs seemed to expand, the wind started to pick up, and Prince’s eyes seemed to glow. Then in a blink of an eye it all vanished, and Prince was back to his gentle smile. “Great, I’m glad we could come to an agreement. Now, I need to go clean up and inform the others not to enter this garden without permission.” He dusted off his jacket as he spoke, drawing Patton’s eyes to the bloodstain on his chest.

“Prince, you’re bleeding!” Patton gasped, taking a half-step forward before pausing at Prince’s awkward chuckle.

“No Heart, I’m fine. You were the one who was bleeding. Probably a side effect of spending too much time in the illusion. Another thing that I must discuss with the others.” He waved his hand and the jacket was completely spotless, while Patton felt his face suddenly feel scrubbed clean. “Now, is there anything else you need before I go?” Patton thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. “Alright then. I’ll be back to get you for dinner. If you need anything just call out.” He gave Patton one last smile before turning and disappearing in a flash of light.

Patton stared at the place where Prince had disappeared before turning back to the tree. Now that he could see the garden in its entirety. He wanted to find whatever had been making that yellow flicker. It had seemed to be pretty high up, so it should be…

There! Nestled between the branches was a snake. It was quite large, with thick scales that ranged from browns to yellows to even some gold. Its golden eyes stared down at him, and Patton got the feeling that he was being judged.

Patton raised his hand in an awkward wave. “Hello?” Patton had seen smaller snakes in his old garden, and the bites weren’t pleasant. He was trying to stay calm but he was ready to bolt away if needed. Fortunately, the snake didn’t seem to have any intentions of moving, as it just flicked its tongue once before looking away. “I… I didn’t know there were animals in the garden. Are you a magic snake?” The snake flicked its tongue out again, which Patton decided to interpret as ‘yes’. “Well you seem to be nice. Do you have a name?” No response. “Do you mind if I give you a name?” That seemed to get its attention, as the snake was no longer in its lax posture, now staring down at Patton with a tilted head. “Umm… sorry, I’ve never named anything before. I want to make sure it’s a special name that fits you.” He thought about it for a moment before humming. “What about… Dante? He’s the author of one of Duke’s favorite stories. And Duke is cool and nice but a little scary, so Dante probably was too. And you look cool and scary but you seem nice!”

By the end of his explanation Patton was beaming at his excellent naming skills, before remembering what exactly he was smiling at. He took a nervous step back before looking up at the snake. It looked… amused? Flattered? Patton didn’t really know how to read snake expressions, but he was pretty sure the snake liked the name. “Okay then… Hello Dante! It’s nice to meet you! My name is-” Patton suddenly remembered that even though it was a snake it was still a potentially magical snake, and that probably meant that giving it his name was a bad idea. “I mean… you may call me Heart. I’m Prince’s godchild, and he just gave me permission to take care of this garden. I hope you like it here! I’ll try and keep this place nice and cozy for you to live in.”

The snake stared at him for a few moments before uncoiling itself and moving along one of the branches. Patton followed at a safe distance and noticed that the branch reached over the wall into Duke and Deceit’s domain. As he approached the wall, Patton heard hissing noises on the other side. “Oh, there must be a ton of snakes over there. Is that where you’re from?” The snake didn’t respond, instead sliding off the branch and landing on top of the wall. “Well… alright then. Please come back soon! I really appreciated the company. You and your other snake friends are welcome back anytime!” The snake turned back to look at him, and for a second its eyes seemed to glow before it turned back and slithered down into the other domain.

Patton took a moment to take a deep breath, still overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the past few minutes. Then, he turned to the least dangerous looking flowers, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

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#sanders sides fic #Fairy Mafia #Patton Sanders #Roman Sanders

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letsspringintoaction · 2 years

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Fairy threat

“We shall have a swarm of pigeons descend upon you, covering you up entirely. And when they fly away, not a trace of you shall be left.

#sillyness #fairy mafia

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fairymafia · 5 months

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Color Script 1

Will post more later.

#fairy mafia #mine #preproduction #fairy #color script

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feli-artblog · 3 months

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Etsy

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munsonsfairy · 11 months

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eddie cradling the side of your head with his ringed hand to kiss your forehead. he then brings you to his chest and protects you with his arms. protects you from all the evil in the world.

“let me take care of it,” he whispers just for you to hear it. you melt into him after carrying the weight of your stress.

why is this so mafia!eddie coded? this is what happens when i watch sopranos.

#fairy’s diary ‎♡‧₊˚‎#eddie munson #mafia!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine

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metriawaves · 1 year

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don’t mind me, just casually immortalizing this literal 0.5 sec clip of nalu in the 18th opening where natsu is feral protective over lucy as always and it’s just incredibly hot/sexy af for no reason-

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu #natsu x lucy #is it a reference to gmg arc??#but god HOT DAMN the 2nd frame got me FEELING THINGS #natsu wears the same exact outfit w/ multiple variations but this one is actually my top 1 #something about that collar and one-arm long sleeve got me feeling some type of way #and i thought this op couldn't get any hotter with mafia-like nalu in the first 2 secs #am i ever not thirsting about natsu lucy or nalu? no #mine #ramblings

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askmafiabobvelseb · 4 months

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Lila! an upcoming character in the mafia blog, a pacifist character dw-

Lila in this au is a fairy (yes I accidentally drew her ears human, i'm sorry-). she's 6'7 as fairys grow to be that height, or 7'0.

her powers are creating fruits and flowers, and feeding plants sun drops in winter so they're ready for spring.

lil doodle for you guys:

she's a silly lil fairy heheh ^w^

MERRY KRIMA :D

#bob velseb au #mafia au #spooky month #spooky month au #art #ask the mafia boss #ask mafia bob velseb #lila spooky month #fairy #fairies #flower fairy

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theratlivinginyourcouchcushions · 6 months

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I made a version of my own of the dinner crew wiki photo! The original art was amazing and incredibly helpful, but I had trouble translating the characters into my own art style, hence the reference art! I made some changes based on how well I could draw things, I was a WoF kid growing up, so I have always thought imagined her as a kind of DND style dragon. I got a very helpful response from @gardenofphantoms on what Toby looked like, and my own personal imagining of Mindy (I hope you don’t mind too much @gardenofphantoms (or the writer of the dinner crew) but if you do, please let me know) I just loved the Portland mafia and how it affects the timeline! In a previous post I mentioned that my first tau fic I read was chapter 100 of “tales of a Dreambender” by LadyPhenix, it was amazing! Anyhow, you should go check out the original by @gardenofphantoms

More Kiyo will be coming soon!

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serenitysnow6 · 9 months

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Coming Soon

Jorja never wanted to see a day when she would have to choose between her wife and her blood relatives. Her uncle will stop at nothing to secure Jorja's help even if it means killing Jorja's wife and children. Coming in 2 days Diamond on Fire.

#fairy mafia #lesfic #comingsoon

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emy-loves-you · 2 years

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Have Your Name (And Your Back) Chapter 11

Blood And Water

Patton accidentally breaks something and starts to spiral. Luckily he has someone to help him out.

Chapter 10 | Masterlist | Chapter 12

(TW for dissociation, past verbal and physical abuse, past child abandonment (sort of?), blood, unintentional self-harm while dissociating (I'm probably misusing that warning but I'm adding it just in case), and overall bad times for Patton)

Hey, I know it's literally been over a year since I last updated, but I'm back! College sucks, but hopefully I can get back into the swing of things. The current goal is to post a chapter once a week, and specifically update this fic at least once a month. Sorry for the long wait, and I hope you enjoy some angsty times!

After another day of bedrest, Patton was deemed well enough to go back to his original routine. All of the bruises were completely healed, and most of the scars were so faint that Patton could barely see them. Duke assured him that the scars would be fully gone in a few weeks, around the time that he would no longer need to take potions.

Speaking of potions, Patton was slowly getting used to the grueling process of taking potions with every meal. There were 6 small vials in total, and while Patton didn’t have to taste them thanks to Prince, they still had unique yet awful textures that made him want to gag. But still, he took them at the end of every meal and treated each one as a small success. And they were successes; Patton would feel himself getting a little stronger with each passing day. Things that used to make him feel weary and fatigued like running and twirling were now easier to do for longer periods of time. Heck, he’s been taking potions for a little over a week and he’s already starting to grow taller!

That wasn’t the only change going on. Once Patton’s bedrest was over, Prince had told Patton that he could safely travel throughout the whole east wing without Prince or Duke's assistance. Apparently, the manor was split into 5 areas: 1 wing in each cardinal direction, plus a central area to house guests and act as neutral ground (Patton knew that his parents were locked up ‘downstairs,’ but Prince didn’t mention another floor. Patton didn’t ask). Each wing had its own dining room, kitchen, and library, along with a handful of other rooms and an exit outside. Prince and Anxiety stayed in the south wing while Duke and Deceit stayed in the west wing. Logic lived in the north wing, and apparently the east wing- which was now Patton’s wing- used to belong to King, Prince and Duke’s Fairy Godfather.

“Pops had light magic, so he always loved the sun.” Prince had told him one day, staring fondly out the window. “He had his bedroom windows facing east, so he could see the sunrise from the comfort of his bed. He refused to get out of bed until he got to see the first rays of dawn.” He snorted softly. “I remember one morning- we had been fae for around 25 years- Duke had decided to enchant Pops’ windows so it always looked like it was a few moments away from sunrise. It took nearly two hours for him to realize that the sun was already up. Pops was so mad he transformed Duke’s favorite art supplies into sunflower seeds. He had to grow them and take care of them- without magic- until they bloomed with his brushes and pencils inside of them.” Patton had been tense at the beginning of the story, worried on Duke’s behalf. He couldn’t even imagine how Lord Hart would’ve reacted if Patton had pulled a stunt like that. But by the end of the tale Patton was a giggling mess, imagining a younger Duke pouting as he watered a bunch seedlings by hand.

Patton loved hearing stories of the twin fae, and Prince was happy to provide, sprinkling funny stories in between Patton’s writing and English lessons. While Duke seemed to have a greater love for the arts, it was clear as day that Prince had a gift for storytelling. He couldn’t tell if it was the way Prince talked or ambient fae magic, but Patton was captivated with every word, and was always eager to hear what happened next. In fact, Patton would’ve loved to spend the whole day hearing stories of the past- and he’s sure Prince would’ve loved to tell them- but instead he resigned himself to hearing one at the end of each lesson.

But that didn’t mean that Patton disliked his lessons. In fact, he was determined to excel in all of his lessons. Patton knew that his English skills were not the best, but he hoped that he could make up for his lack of skill with pure enthusiasm and determination. And he was doing better with his other lessons, enough so that Logic even complimented him on how much progress he was making! (It was just a small ‘Good Job’ written at the end of one of his ‘lectures,’ but it still meant a lot to him!)

So here Patton was, over a month into his stay and feeling lighter than air as he skipped down the hall. His lessons for the day were done, and he still had about two hours before dinner. Technically Patton could reread his chapters, but the thought of reading another word made his head hurt. Besides, it was so much fun skipping up and down the halls, the orange glow of the afternoon sun dancing across his skin. He was wearing a long sleeve light blue shirt and white pants, the shirt fabric fanning around his waist and wrists. He had abandoned his shoes next to his bed, and he was giggling softly as he felt the soft carpet rug beneath his feet.

Patton grinned and decided to jump mid-sprint, wanting to twirl in the air like he saw the pretty dancers do during festivals. He laughed as he successfully twirled, feeling weightless as he spun in the air-

Only to gasp in surprise when he tried to land, his feet slipping on the carpet as he fell backward.

Patton groaned in pain as his back hit the small table behind him, looking up just in time to see the vase of flowers wobble dangerously close to the edge before-

CRASH!

Patton froze as the vase shattered on the floor, one of the ceramic shards tearing a hole in his shirt and cutting his skin. The vase was ruined beyond repair, and the sight of it made Patton’s vision start to swim.

He was barely four years old, running through the manor without a care in the world. His nanny, an older woman that he never learned the name of, followed after him, her skirt bunched up in her hands as she chased him. “Young master! Please stop running, you could hurt yourself-”

Thunk! CRASH!

Little Patton whimpered and held his head, that had hurt a lot! The nanny finally reached him and gasped, kneeling down and putting her hand on his cheek. “Are you alright young master?” Patton winced but nodded. He knew that the nanny cried when he got hurt, and he didn’t want her to be upset. She sighed in relief before looking over at the broken porcelain. “Oh, how am I going to fix this-”

Just then, Patton heard the familiar sound of his mother shrieking with rage. He looked up to see her quickly approaching, glaring at the smashed vase. “Who broke my vase!?” She turned to glare at Patton, who was now trying to hide under the table. “You did this didn’t you?! You’ll regret it you brat!” His mother stalked over to him, hand raised to strike-

His nanny was suddenly standing in front of the table, shielding him from view. Patton couldn’t see anything but the nanny’s skirt, but he imagined her raising her hands in a placating gesture, like she usually did when dealing with Patton’s parents. “It was me, mistress.” There was the sound of crunching porcelain as she shifted her feet. “I was following the young master when I tripped and fell into the table.”

There was a long pause before a loud SMACK was heard. Patton flinched and curled up into a ball, whimpering quietly. Luckily, no one paid him any mind as Patton heard his mother seeth. “I want you out of my manor by the end of the hour. If I find even a trace of your presence I’ll make you and your family pay. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

Patton’s mother huffed angrily, and Patton heard two sets of footsteps leave. However he refused to look up, hoping that he could stay invisible in his hiding spot. He didn’t leave the safety of under the table until the sun had long since set. He hadn’t realized how lonely his own room was until his nanny was no longer there to kiss his forehead and tuck him into bed.

Patton suddenly cringed as he felt his backside get wet, quickly getting up before his pants could soak up any more water. It felt like his head was underwater as he sluggishly surveyed the damage. The pot was broken into several dozen pieces, with the biggest piece being about the size of Patton’s palm. The flowers (roses, he vaguely realized, the petals such a deep red, almost darker than blood) were strewn across the floor, thankfully fully intact. The water was slowly spreading across the floor. If he didn’t clean this up soon it would reach the rug.

Without thinking, Patton kneeled down and started picking up the shards, his hands shaking so hard that he kept dropping them. He didn’t even feel it when one of the larger shards cut his hand, only belatedly realizing it when he went to grab the next shard only to find it covered in blood. His whole body was shaking now as he almost calmly considered what his punishment would be. He had broken a teacup once, and after cleaning it up he had gotten several lashes- both verbal and physical- from his mother. But this wasn’t a small teacup that was part of an already mismatched set. No, this vase looked old and expensive, with shimmers of gold coating the rim. Patton had only broken one other vase, and it had caused his nanny to get slapped and kicked out of the manor. But the kind woman wasn’t here to shield him this time and take the blame. Does that mean Patton will get slapped and kicked out? Maybe his nanny had only been banished because she hadn’t cleaned up the mess before mother arrived. Maybe if Patton finished cleaning he wouldn’t be punished so harshly.

But Patton had already tried to clean the mess, and all he managed to do was get his blood everywhere. He wouldn’t be able to clean it on his own. Maybe Prince could help? He did say that Patton could summon him at any time.

“Prince.” If Patton’s head hadn’t felt so fuzzy and cold, he would’ve been shocked at how monotone his own voice sounded as he called out for his godfather. “Prince, I need help.”

There was a brief flash of light before his Fairy Godfather was suddenly kneeling down next to him, his hand on Patton’s shoulder. “What happened?!”

Patton slowly turned to look at Prince, vaguely taking in his concerned expression. “I tripped and fell into the table.” He turned back to the vase. “I… I need to clean up.” He went back to trying to pick up the shards, the mixture of water and blood causing them to slip between his fingers.

“Heart, you’re shaking.” A hand gently grabbed his wrist, gently twisting his hand to be palm-up. “You’re bleeding.” Patton tried to grab another shard, but Prince’s grip was just firm enough to keep his hand in place. “Heart, let’s go back to your room and heal this-”

“No!” Prince immediately let go, and Patton started shaking harder as he stared down at the ground. “I… If I don’t clean this up I’ll get hurt more.”

“...Child, please look at me.” Patton looked up at Prince’s face, distantly feeling his insides twist up at how upset his Fairy Godfather appeared to be. “You know I would never hurt you, right?” Patton nodded. Of course Prince wouldn’t hurt him, he’d told Patton over and over again. And Prince had never raised a hand to Patton in the month that he’s been here, even when Patton asked questions or struggled with his lessons. “And you know that the Harts are locked away, right? They can no longer reach you.” Again, Patton nodded, not quite understanding why Prince was asking such obvious questions. “Then why do you think you’ll be hurt?”

Patton tilted his head in confusion. “I broke it, so I get punished.” That’s how it worked. What part of it did Prince not understand?

His Fairy Godfather frowned and tilted his head to match Patton’s. “But no one’s here to punish you.”

Patton frowned. “I-” He tried to think about what Prince was telling him, but it just made the weird underwater feeling even worse. So instead he turned back to the broken vase. “I broke it, so I get punished.” He picked up the roses, distantly noting how sharp the thorns were as they dug into his fingers. “If I don’t fix it, it’ll be worse.” He went to pick up a vase shard-

Snap!

The pieces shook before jumping up onto the table, reverting back to their original shape. The vase looked just like it did before Patton broke it, with not a single crack in sight. In the corner of his eye, Patton saw his Fairy Godfather wave his hand before the water on the floor jumped up and splashed into the vase. Patton carefully put the flowers back into the vase, frowning at the blood now dripping into the water. However, with another wave of Prince’s hand the blood disappeared entirely.

Prince said something, but Patton couldn’t hear him, his voice sounding like a low murmur as Patton stared at the vase. Everything looked just like it had before Patton fell. Like nothing was ever broken. But Patton did break it. But Patton hadn’t been punished. But Patton should be punished. But everything was fixed. But everything was still broken. But Patton was still broken-

“Patton, breathe!” Patton felt the air being forced back into his lungs as he looked up at his Fairy Godfather. “Can you hear me, Heart?” Patton tried to nod, but it felt like his head was weighed down by a pile of bricks. Luckily, Prince seemed to understand as he relaxed minutely. “Can I pick you up?” Again, Patton nodded, the sluggish movement seeming to spur Prince onward as he carefully picked Patton up bridal-style. Patton’s head immediately flopped back, and Prince quickly adjusted so that Patton’s head was safely nestled against his elbow before carrying Patton back to his room.

Everything felt fuzzy as Patton struggled to focus on anything around him. Even though he was being carried by Prince, which would usually leave his whole body feeling warm and toasty, right now it felt like he was submerged in an ice bath. Blurry colors danced across his vision as he struggled to focus. After a while, he vaguely noticed that he was no longer being carried, someone sitting in front of him as they rubbed a slimy liquid on his fingers. Patton tried to move his fingers, noting the tingly feeling as they barely twitched.

Suddenly there was something cold on his back and if he was more lucid he would’ve flinched, the temperature shock bringing him closer to the surface of water that seemed to surround him. It was fingers, long and thin and cold as ice, smearing more of the slimy liquid over the cut on his lower back. Like his fingers, his back started to tingle slightly as the healing salve did its magic.

There were voices, Patton also realized, at least three of them. Patton felt like he should’ve recognized the voices, or at least understood what they were saying, but everything sounded like a dull murmur as the three voices fluttered in and out of his hearing range. There was also the sound of rushing water, which Patton's muddled thoughts seemed to latch onto as he struggled to figure out where he was.

Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around his bare knees and upper back (he still felt his underwear against his skin, but everything else was gone. When did he lose his clothes?) before he was quickly surrounded up to his chest in hot water. The warmth seeped through his whole body and suddenly Patton could feel again, he could feel the smooth floor of the bathtub underneath him and the hot water against his legs and the cool air prickling the back of his neck.

“Heart?” Patton looked up at his Fairy Godfather, feeling a pressure building behind his eyes and his vision blurring with tears before he suddenly broke, shuddering as he let out a full-body sob. Prince immediately rushed to his aid, stepping into the tub and wrapping his arms around his godson’s shoulders.

“I-” Patton nearly choked on his own tears as he struggled to speak between sobs. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh, you have nothing to apologize for.” Patton could feel the water sloshing as Prince kneeled in the tub, never once pulling away from his godson. They stayed like that for a few moments, Patton’s quiet sobs echoing throughout the otherwise silent bathroom, before Prince shifted to rub Patton’s back in small circles. “Are you able to tell me what happened?”

Patton felt like his bones were going to jump out of his skin with how hard he was shaking, but he nodded anyways. “I t-tripped on a rug a-and knocked into the t-table, and the v-v-vase fell off and b-broke.” He belatedly realized that he was gripping Prince’s shirt hard enough for his knuckles to turn white and he stopped, not wanting to upset the fairy. “I remembered the last time I broke a vase and I… I felt so strange. Like I was underwater, but I couldn’t reach the surface. I thought I was going to get p-punished, or be forced to leave forever. I knew it wouldn’t really happen but that’s all I could think about and everything felt cold and tingly and I didn’t know what to do so I thoughtmaybeyoucouldhelpand-”

“Shh, that’s all I needed to hear.” Prince’s hands became more firm in their movement, grounding Patton back to reality. “Can you focus on your breathing? In, hold for one, two, three… and out. Now in, hold for one, two, three, four… and out.” Patton nodded, gulping down air as he tried to follow Prince’s instructions. Eventually, his breathing pattern was slow enough to be considered calm and even though he couldn’t see Prince’s face, Patton could almost hear the smile in his Fairy Godfather’s voice as he spoke. “There we go, nice and calm. You did such a good job.” Patton felt his cheeks grow warm as he closed his eyes, the steady rise and fall of his Fairy Godfather’s chest helping him relax. “I’m not quite sure what happened, but no one is upset with you.”

Someone cleared their throat, and Patton tensed up as he remembered that there were multiple people in the room. “While I do not have a name for what Heart is experiencing, I do recognize these symptoms.” Patton wasn’t sure if he was comforted or mortified to hear Logic’s calm tones from somewhere behind him. “Some of my… previous associates had backgrounds in the military or navy. They would have trauma responses similar to what Heart is describing.” Logic cleared his throat again, and there was the sound of rustling fabric as Patton assumed the fairy was adjusting his shirt collar or sleeves. “I had never heard of a name for their predicaments, nor a cure. However, I can assure you that this is not an illness or a result of magic. Heart is simply having a negative reaction due to previous traumatic events. I can also assure you that I will be looking into this matter quite thoroughly, though I will need to visit the human realm to find more recently written medical texts.”

The hand on Patton’s back moved to his cheek, gently nudging his head back and tilting it up so he could look his Fairy Godfather in the eye. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.” He carefully stood up, water dripping from his clothes as he climbed out of the tub. “Now, let’s get you dry before you catch a cold.”

Patton frowned at Prince’s now ruined clothes. “I’m sorry I got your clothes all wet. And I’m sorry for ruining my clothes.” He imagined how his clothes must look now, the shirt ripped in the back and his pants stained with blood. He also glanced towards the other occupants in the room. Even though his gaze were still blurry from crying, he could clearly make out two figures dressed in blue and green respectively. “And I’m sorry you all had to go out of your way and do all of this. I didn’t mean to bother any of you.”

Prince huffed slightly and held out a hand for Patton to grab. “Child, a few pairs of clothes and an hour of our time is a small price to pay, especially when it comes to your safety and comfort. Besides,” he waved his free hand and in a blink of an eye was completely dry “a little magic can do wonders.”

“And don’t feel bad for dragging us into this, kiddo.” Duke piped up, speaking for the first time since Patton ‘snapped out of it.’ “We all care about you, and we would’ve been worried about you either way. It was just a lucky coincidence that Logic and I were helping Prince prepare for the ceremony when you summoned him, so we tagged along to help.” He must’ve seen Patton’s confused look because he then turned to address Prince. “You did tell him about the ceremony, right? It would be really awkward to invite the kid to his own ceremony and have him not know what to do.”

Prince sputtered, his left hand waving around dramatically while his right remained steady as he helped Patton out of the tub. “I was going to tell him during dinner tonight.” He turned to Patton, a nervous expression on his face. “Heart, the summer solstice is three weeks from tomorrow. That is when we need to perform the ritual that will officially make me your Fairy Godfather. We will both be asked to repeat a handful of vows and drink a potion. If you accept it, we will be permanently bonded as godfather and godchild, and I will be considered your guardian until you turn 18. This will also allow me to feel when you’re in danger and for us to summon each other through our rings. However, you can still refuse the ritual, and we would instead wipe your memory of the past few weeks and find a caring human family for you to live with.” Patton shook his head at the last part, and Prince seemed relieved as he smiled. “I’m happy you feel that way, I just wanted to remind you that you still have a choice in this.” Once Patton was safely out of the tub, Prince waved his hand and with a quiet whoosh Patton was suddenly dry and dressed in soft cotton pajamas. “Now, dinner should be ready in about an hour, is there anything you’d like to do before then?”

Patton bit his lip and looked down at his feet. “Can we go back to the library? I like sitting by the fireplace and listening to your stories.”

“Of course.” There were two small pops and when Patton looked back up the other two fairies were gone, leaving just him and Prince. “I’ll tell you as many stories as you want.”

Later, when they passed the vase of roses on their way to the library, Patton glanced at it nervously before looking over as his Fairy Godfather. He reached over to grab Prince’s hand and squeezed. And when Prince squeezed back, everything felt just a little bit better.

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#sanders sides fic #Fairy Mafia #Patton Sanders #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Remus Sanders

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pepbirb · 12 days

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Stupid ass second in command fairy mafia man who is devoted (🏳️‍🌈?) his boss Jesse

#pepart #art #original character #oc #character design #fairy #stick bug #mafia fairy #Martin

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fairymafia · 5 months

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The Main Duo

I realized I haven't posted the main duo despite working on them for more than a week ... gosh dan-

PAUL the WALL

Big, Buff, and Afraid. The brawn of the duo. Paul's really out of his depth in the mafia but he's doing his best for Nick. Nick will need it.

NICK NOSE

Short, Smart, and Smug. The brains of the duo. Nick knows a lot of things. Maybe too much for college but too little for the mafia.

#preproduction #fairy mafia #Paul the Wall #Nick Nose #fairy #fae #character design

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thirstyandbeautiful · 3 months

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Finally an Aussie Daddies thought has come to me.

Lazy morning in bed, Daddy and Papi came home late so Baby is first awake. But she's not getting up and leaving the warm bed. So she decides to be a little naughty and sneakily touch herself under the sheets until Daddy and Papi wake up.

It's a challenge to balance being quiet and still vs actually getting close to cumming

xoxo mafia anon

HELLO MY DARLING-

in honor of you coming through with some really great inspo that im working on rn, i decided to finally fill this one with this fun drabble. i hope everyone enjoys!

You weren't sure what had woken you at first, but as you sleepily blinked your eyes open, you knew exactly what had woken you up. You'd fallen asleep with your knees lifted to either side of your hips.

You sharply inhaled as you slowly straightened your legs, flexing your muscles as you laid them flat on the bed. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you waded through memories from last night. How had you fallen asleep in such a position? There was no tell tale ache between your legs, no warmth dripping from your core, no unpleasant yet somewhat pleasant stickiness as you rubbed your thighs together. You dragged your hands down from where they'd been laying beside your head on your pillow. Turning your head, you were instantly reminded of last night.

Daddy and Papi laid next to you. Papi curled around Daddy, the sheets around their waists let you see how his arms held your lover tightly, his face pressed into Daddy's shoulder. Daddy looked so young when he slept. During waking hours he feigned an innocence that played into his easy going demeanor, but when he was asleep, that's when you got a glimpse of what real innocence looked like on his face.

You bit your lip as you felt your nipples tighten shamefully.

Which brought you right back to last night.

The men had gotten home late, unwilling to sleep another night without you, they'd opted to fly home overnight and hadn't landed until a few hours before sunrise. They'd both been exhausted, and even with the exhaustion illustrated on their faces, you had been eager. Wearing a thin, cotton nightie that barely covered your thighs, that barely even hid the color of the skin beneath it, you'd been more than eager. But even as you'd laid, spread and open for them, they'd gently cooed at you and pet you as they curled into bed and fell asleep. You'd hoped that they would wake you with what you needed, but clearly that hadn't happened.

You huffed.

They're so hardworking, our line of work is so demanding, the list of explanations, all rational, went on and on in your head. You knew they were tired and that that was fine. Your men were human. They got tired, they needed sleep.

But you had needs too.

Needs that hadn't been sated by anything other than your own hands in two weeks, two weeks and one day now. Cause apparently you weren't getting any relief this morning.

Which was exactly how your playful little plan filled your head like the soft sunshine that melted through your curtains.

You licked your lips as you turned your head to face them. Blindly, you reached up above your pillows to wear your more reasonably sized squishes laid. Grabbing two, you bent your knees and gently wiggled out from under the bedsheet that covered you all. Opening your legs, you made sure to cushion your thighs with a squishmallow under each.

Lifting your hand to your mouth, you gazed at the gentle curve of Daddy's cupids bow, and traced its shape on your finger tip sloppily until your spit glistened and dripped down your finger. Biting into your lower lip, you brought your hand back down to your heated center. Your cunt was spread from the position you were in, but you still teased yourself by bringing the slick skin of your finger down to where your lips split. Gently nudging them further apart until your clit was exposed, you shivered as the cool room air brushed against the heated bundle of nerves.

You sharply inhaled as you rolled your clit between your wet and dry fingers. The friction between the two made for a delicious drag that had the smell of your heat filling the room in no time. All the while, you stared at your husbands, letting every memory and fantasy fill your little dirty mind and guide your hand against yourself. Arching your back brought your attention back to your nipples. The tightened buds pressed against the cotton of your dress every time you arched your back, making for a delicious dry bite of fabric against skin.

Lifting one side of your dress, you dragged the material up and over one tit, groping the soft flesh as goosebumps spread across your exposed tummy. You looked over Daddy's shoulder at Papi as you twisted your nipple harshly. That's how he normally punished you for touching without permission.

God, you wanted to be punished.

You froze when you saw Papi's eyebrows furrow before he gently rubbed his face into Daddy's shoulder. When all movement ceased, the silence stretched, and you were sure neither of them had woken, you huffed a laugh.

Feeling emboldened, you let out a sigh as you sunk a finger into your weeping cunt. You could feel the slick dampening your hole, but you hadn't realized how wet you were until you forced your digit between your thick walls.

In front of you, Daddy's lip twitched, then his nose.

Fuck, that nose. You could practically feel the memory of it pressed to your clit as his tongue sunk into your cunt. Pulling your finger free from yourself, you whined as you tasted yourself. When your finger dripped with spit, you reached down and filled yourself. Between your spit and your wet pussy, the filthy suctioning slip of your juices got louder.

Your eyes closed for a moment before they reopened to see your still sleeping lovers.

Your gaze followed Papi's arms, from his curved, broad shoulders, to his strong biceps that looked flexed even when they weren't. Your nipple ached as you pulled at it again, but your pussy only pulsed and your juices got louder as you worked your finger faster. You wanted to sink your teeth into his forearm. It was so thick, the wicked idea of riding it like his thigh filled your mind.

"Fuck." you mumbled.

Your knees restlessly lifted as your hips surged up. When you reopened your eyes, you looked at Papi's hand, flat against Daddy's abdomen, partially covering his happy trail. You loved his happy trail, but loved it more when it was wet from you squirting on it.

A soft cry left your mouth, "Ohhh."

A second finger sunk into your cunt. Even if you couldn't reach deep enough, you'd fill yourself with the girth of your whole hand if you had to. Anything to get the relief, a lick of the pleasure that was plaguing your memories. You wanted it so badly.

So badly, you hadn't even noticed Daddy's hand on the edges of your own pillow.

His strong, long fingers were limp against your pillow, outstretched towards your cheek as if he was stroking you in his sleep. The sweet thought had you wiggling closer to him without a second thought. Sealing your fate, you closed your lips around his middle finger. Your mouth was wet and hot from your panting and drooling, so your tongue glided easily against his skin. You suckled on his finger as your hands kept busy on your body.

You were so close.

You could hear how wet you were, the wet smack of your fingers moving in and out of you smacked through the once held silence of the room. Your other hand worked tirelessly groping your tit, the nipple swollen from all the rough attention you'd given it. You were riding the high higher and higher, sucking on Daddy's finger harder and harder. Your thighs tensed and your hips jumped. You were right there-

Daddy's finger was yanked out of your mouth.

Your eyes opened and you gasped as you came, looking at the very awake faces of your lovers.

Twitching as you came down, the hand on your tit dropped to your side, not bothering to fix your dress as you rested your aching wrist against your thigh, your fingers still partially inside of you.

"I hope you enjoyed that," Daddy's voice rasped, as Papi glared at you from over his shoulder, "because you aren't cumming again for a week."

#w #hoe fairy #mi #dr #australian daddies mafia au #now that everythings done im suddenly v inspired again

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