Forest Fairy Peter can't stay away from Tony every time the human goes for a walk in his woods. When Tony doesn't seem to notice him, Peter starts to lay out little hints. And after some time, he gets braver and even prepares dinners for Tony or stays swimming in the pond until Tony notices him instead of hiding right away.
And it works because Tony is now coming back every day to catch another look at the mysterious boy in the woods. He already suspects that he is something special. But little does he know that Peter thinks they have been dating for several weeks and is already planning his next big move.
For @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2023: Didn't know they were dating
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*throws this at you and runs*
He spots the fae as soon as he breaches the clearing. Small and lithe, laughing and giggling as the tiny, pixie-mers surround him. His wild curls grow wilder the longer he plays in the water. And his eyes—Steven would write poetry if he could. For now, he only watches, sitting still with a hunter's grace, as the fae dives under water, then comes up gasping and heaving, chasing after the mers with a grace well known to their kind.
He would feel terrible for spying on the unsuspecting folk. But he is entranced. He has never seen a wingless fae. Or one with a star bust painted on his chest. He wants to trace those eyes and that smile, the mischief and the light. He wants to touch and glide his fingers down and down. Until he's got the fae blushing and squealing like a heated kettle.
A twig snaps when Valiant stomps impatiently and the mers scatter with a collective screech. The fae jerks. His eyes grow wide with fear when he spots them: an elf and his stead. An enemy and a beast of a horse.
"Stay away," he trills at them, stumbling blindly to get away from the intruder. "I am armed."
"Are you now?" Steven pointedly stares at his bare skin.
The fae blushes and splutters, before jutting his jaw defiantly. The star burst on his chest ignites a bright blue. And Steven thinks it's the most wonderful thing to witness. Until the earth begins to shake.
At first glance, what appears to be a boar clad in armor rises from behind the rocks. But upon closer inspection, it's boar built of metal and magic. An artifice. An automaton.
Valiant shudders under its soulless blue gaze yet holds her ground. And the fae, uncaring of his sodden pants or bare feet clambers on top of what Steven comes to conclude is his own creation.
The boar takes off running, leaving behind a curious elf, a sullen horse and a bunch of scared critters in the lake.
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i tweeted the results of the poll @ tony dalton i felt like he needed to know
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