Pixie Dusting (Terence x Reader)

Chapter 3

Word count: 2839

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Years later...

The entirety of Pixie Hollow was hustling and bustling— and simply being much louder than usual, yet one couldn't very well blame since, after all these years they were finally, finally expecting— after a good five years of waiting- a new fairy.

Amongst this bustle, you will often hear the verbal frustrations of a certain (h/c) haired, (e/c) eyed fairy with her occasional, yet periodic screams of irritation, usually scaring the poor fairies minding their business nearby, and every so often, making small animals cry.

Currently, said fairy is, once again, reaching the end of her tether much to the chagrin of another blonde fairy.

First POV

"I can't, Terence- There's too much to do." I affirmed off-handedly, waving my hands around as I brushed past him.

My best friend pursed his lips and sighed. "(Y/n), even Fairy Gary gave me at least a couple hours off, everyone knows how preparing for an arrival can be stressful- it's a big moment- but this isn't good for your health," he admonished sternly, emphasizing his urge for you to slow down just a bit. "Or mine for that matter..." he muttered under his breath.

I ignored his comments to instead copy a series of notes down on my notebook, tapping the pencil against my lips in concentration. Terence groaned at the action.

"Come on, (y/n), why don't you take at least a small break, we can go take a quick fly around the autumn woods just for a moment, they won't even realize you were gone." He suggested, grabbing my shoulders to physically get me to face him.

"I can't tell if that was supposed to be an insult, or advice," I quipped, looking at him from under my eyelashes, a small smile hidden somewhere under my tired features. At his unamused look I set my lips into a straight line, sighing before leaning back in my chair.

"You, my dear Terence, are a horrible, horrible influence on me, I hope you know that," I stated, a sarcastic lilt tagged on my voice.

"I try." He laughed, lifting his arm in defense as I whacked him with a leaf notebook lightly, dropping it on the table as I flew up to the shelves to gather a plethora of different blueprints and plans in my arms, my vision obstructed by the mere volume of it all. Terence tugged a couple from my hands to help me safely bring them down, I thanked him in passing, a hundred thoughts flying through my mind.

"I don't get it, (y/n), everything is already prepared. All of the ministers have checked everything over. You've got nothing to worry about." Looking me in the eye, Terence placed a caring hand on my shoulder. A supportive hand cupped my cheek, rubbing a thumb over my temple. I leaned into his touch, comforted at the feeling of my best friend.

"I know that, but I also know anything could go wrong. I mean, they're counting on me, if I can't even make sure an arrival goes smoothly, how will they ever believe that I could be a good and capable leader one day," fluttering my larger wings in anxiety, I nervously wrung my hands.

Terence looked at me intensely, and I shifted my eyes downwards, furrowing my eyebrows as I gripped my notebook with white knuckles.

Out of nowhere, I was lifted off the ground, my wings unmoving.

Huh?

"Terence! For the love of the Queen put me down-" I tried to turn over in his grip, but Terence held fast, and all I could do was thump my fists against his back as he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He chuckled deeply, and I felt a terrible smile press against my waist, and before I could even register the whole ordeal, Terence took off to god-knows-where.