Pixie Dusting (Terence x Reader)

Chapter 6

(A/n): Welcome back lovelies! I'm truly sorry for the lack of updates, but I've been trying to focus on school lately especially with all the scholarship applications I have to complete. I promise that once everything is out of the way I'll be writing like crazy.

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"Guh-" I groaned and gurgled as my limbs jerked me awake. My hands grasped around for a second, my eyes scrunching shut at the offensive beam of light shining through the window.

'Great...good morning world- good morning America (Britain)'

I sighed, before begrudgingly peeking an eye open to look around- my breath hitched.

'Where..? This is not my bed-' I realized, the sheets a different pattern and color to mine. It was indeed not my bed, nor my walls, not even the flooring matched up 'wait a minute..'- I saw a blonde tuft of hair buried halfway under the sheets next to me.

"Oh." I blurted into the silent space.

I thought back to last night, 'Oh yeah...I passed out after my fourth plate of cherry pie,' I noted, looking up at the ceiling. I looked around once more before turning my head back to look at Terence.

I let out a quiet laugh under my breath, amused at the scene before me. Terence is apparently a messy sleeper, with one arm being thrown over the side of his face and over his forehead like an awkward noodle- his hair was mussed and his mouth was hanging open.

And despite the sight of him looking...pretty damn gross, the atmosphere felt comfortable and I relished in that fact.

I smiled before shifting my eyes over to the nicely-sized window next to the small make-shift bed. I groaned internally, hearing the shuffling and bustling of the outside world as the fairies of Pixie Hollow got to work for the day.

Being the lazy fairy I was, I swung my arms out like pseudo-wings and flopped back on the bed with a large' woosh' smacking Terence dead center of his stomach which had been rising and falling peacefully with sleep five minutes ago.

"Ah!" The blond next to me sat up in gasp, turning his head to glare at me, my own eyes staring challengingly at his bright blue ones. I upturned the corner of my lips, smug and amused. He narrowed his eyes even further.

"It's like 7 am (y/n)." He stated, his eyebrows rising in bemusement, "I know." I clipped, amused at his ruffled and annoyed expression- It wasn't easy to frizz Terence up, the boy being incredibly calm-headed and kind- "You know Terence, the early bird catches the worm," I snarked back teasingly, Terence gasping aghast.

I laughed against the sheet, kicking him with my foot under the covers, he winced overdramatically for a second before grinning to himself, "the worm huh?" He lifted his hands, and I quirked an eyebrow, genuinely confused.

He laughed to himself, his grin suspicious, "I guess that makes me the bird, (Y/n)!" and with that he punctuated with the tackle of his arms, attempting to grab me. "That skit was so lame!" I laughed out loud as I flew off the bed.

My eyes widened as I managed to tumble to the ground, the sheets trailing after me as I dropped down with an 'oof'. I watched from a worm's angle (haha- get it?) as Terence flopped face-first onto the bed where I had previously been, propping himself on his elbows as a glint of determination grew in his eyes.

He laughed menacingly standing up on the bed and jumping down next to me. I groaned.

'Oh, Queen Clarion.'

"Come here!"

"NoO!" I protested, running to the other side of the room. He rose his hands, wiggling his fingers like a maniac- I blanched.