TransMasc Reader x Masc Fae Boyfriend
You x He/Him
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The world seems to tilt. The sky shimmers.
You back away from the Fae until your back hits a tree. Looking at your hands, you could almost feel the manacles clamping onto your wrists.
"Don't act so upset," the Fae calls. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"My whole life..." you whisper frantically. "I've been trapped by a name that wasn't mine...and now that I have my proper name...I am trapped yet again!"
"Don't be so dramatic," he says unsympathetically. "Life is what you make of it....now look alive."
You snap to attention, feeling a little dizzy. His hand is outstretched.
"Come to me, pet."
Your body straightens and starts walking over to the Fae.
You hate how natural it feels to obey him.
You pause as you reach him, and you watch your hand lift and place itself onto Pollux's. He takes your hand and leans down to kiss it, sending a surge of goosebumps up your arm.
"Let's get out of here."
He grips your hand a little tighter. And like he did earlier, he takes you quickly through the meadow towards the monolithic rock formation like you're fast forwarding through a movie. He uses the stone as a staircase, but his feet keep stepping even though he runs off the top of it. Despite not being able to see any of the crystal-clear steps, Pollux does not stumble, and neither do you.
Only when you're a couple stories up do the steps level out onto a platform. Pollux slows down and looks at you with bright, shining eyes.
"Now remember," he taunts with a shit-eating grin. "Be on your best behavior! Don't want any Fae to get mad at you....Trust me."
You don't respond.
"Alright, let's go!" He says cheerfully, turning you around so he's behind you. He plants a hand on your back and pushes you forward.
It's like walking in the air, except the treetops poke through the crystalline floor. Soft, fluffy pink clouds furnish the space, billowing in giant mounds and spanning across the ground. Tree branches poke up out of the ground like flowers.
Everything was dusted with sparkles...or at least that was how everything looked.
Pollux pushes you towards the middle of two rows of booths, each with its own sets of fairies talking amongst each other in this little marketplace.
But the romantic air of the environment starts dropping in pieces as each group of Fae realize that you are there.
Then they all just stare. With their big gemstone eyes.
They would be beautiful if you weren't completely angry or terrified.
You see now where Pollux is taking you—a giant stone obelisk stands proud at the end of the marketplace in a large clearing, and at the bottom of it is an extremely tall Fae with a crown on his head giving instruction to two smaller Fae.
"Pollux, Pollux!" you murmur urgently to him.
He ignores you.
"Ohhhh Aubergine!" Pollux yells in a sing-song fashion. "Guess what I found!"
He gives you a hard push and this time you fall to your knees. The tall Fae pinches the bridge of his nose before turning to actually look at Pollux. His gaze then falls upon you and your stomach knots with anxiety; he is breathtakingly beautiful. His ice blue eyes are accentuated by his dark purple skin, and his hair is a beautiful silvery white. You scramble to stand under his intimidating gaze, but his countenance shows no emotion.
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Thorns: A Garden of Monsters Collection
General FictionTeratophilic Self-Insert stories. Looking for someone who's a little...rough around the edges? Look no further than the Garden of Monsters, a place where demons and beasts roam free. Feel free to look about...but beware of the thorns.