Fluff and Fantasy

Iron Touch

(Love between a Fairy and a automaton. He is a steampunk machine, she is a mystical fae. Just remember that iron burns fairies.)

"I'm sorry," he whispered,"I can't do this anymore." You cup his face in your hands, flinching a little. 

"What do you mean?" you ask. Your lip quivers. Deep down you know what he meant, you just hope you are wrong. 

"I can't do this. This. Touching you. Loving you," his voice beginning to crack. He grabs your wrists and moves your hands before dropping them. 

"Don't. Please don't do this," your voice is barely louder than a whisper. You stare at the ground. You know that if you look him in the eye you won't be able to keep it together. 

"I'm sorry. I really wish it was different," he begins to turn away. Your blood boils. How could say that? You have been through everything together. While generations rose and fell, you always had him. 

"Then make it different," you shout. He stops and turns to face you. You can hear his gears grinding and clicking. 

"How? How am I supposed to stick around when every fleeting moment for me is agony for you. How can I stick around when every time I touch you, I have to watch you burn. I can't live with it anymore. I can't deal with seeing all the scars I leave on you. I can't watch you suffer through my love," he yells back. 

"I'm not suffering," you scream. Your shoulders slump. "I can heal," you whisper. He comes to stand in front of you. His navy eyes are trained on your green ones. He reaches for you before realizing what he is doing. He drops his hand and sighs. 

"I know you heal fast. But I still see them. I still see those marks I leave," he gently brushes hair away from your face. "Goodbye, (y/n). I love you," he voice cracks. The gears inside him grind to a halt, sparks flying. The light in his eyes fades, and his body goes limp. He slowly crumples onto the ground. 

"No, no, no. Please don't. You can't do this to me," you sob. You hold his face in your lap. "Please Sam! Come back," the words leave your mouth in strangled screams. You pry his chest plate open. One of the gears in his heart had cracked in half. You reached towards it. Iron seared your skin. You almost had it but the pain became too much. 

"No. Dammit! This can't happen. You can't leave me like this," you shout at him. No response. You cup his face and gently kiss his forehead. Your lips burn but you don't mind. It doesn't hurt nearly as bad as your heart does. "I will get you back, Sam. I love you too," you whisper before falling asleep, exhausted.