The Ruby Empire

Myrlie the Fae

Male Reader x Female Monster

For a while now, I have been dealing with a pest control problem. It is usual for wizards like myself to deal with such issues, but this one seems to be causing me more grief than others. My potions and brews have always attracted fairies, but it is easy to keep them at bay. The usual spells and deterrents have always worked for me, but there is one fairy who is able to bypass them all. Her name is Myrlie, or so she told me.

She is a small thing, much smaller than most fairies are. She's a delicate thing with an hourglass shape and shimmery, stained glass-like wings. Her eyes are wide and silvery lavender. She reminds me of the time I took a dragonfly and combined it with a butterfly. She had that sort of effect to her. Well, despite her rather small size she was able to ignore the incense I always kept out to keep fairies away.

She stays in my shop, eating my food and flitting about me while I try to work. And while I'll admit, up close she is pretty cute, she is an annoyance I would enjoy to do without. Hell, she's even started referring to this as her home as well. I don't like this sort of possessiveness. I need to devise of a way to scare her off rather than try to deflect her.

I got myself a cat, but the dumb thing only fell for Myrile. It curls up with her and now serves as her bed. The creature likes when she scratches its ears and follows her around like it is in love. Now, I have two pests to deal with.

Back when I was in the mountains, I rarely ever dealt with fairies, now that I am in the valleys and closer to the woods, they're most problematic. It makes me long for the days on the mountain, even if I had a straw mattress, fleas, and it was always leaking and no matter how intense the fire was it was always cold. Crap, I'm letting this fairy get to me.

"Master Roland." I raise my head from my book, looking over to see Myrlie floating before me, her wings fluttering faster than a hummingbird. "Master Roland, you fell asleep."

I look down at my book, seeing a large wet stain from drool there. "Oh crap," I groan and rub my eyes.

"Are you ok?" Myrlie asks, following me as I go to pour myself a cup of water.

"I'm fine," I grunt.

She floats towards me and places her tiny hand on my forehead. "Perhaps you should go to bed early tonight. Pollen season is upon us, and people are easily affected by it."

I wave my hand, shooing her away from me. "I am fine," I scoff. I go back to my book and find the cat has made himself at home on it. "Oh, really?" I scoop the cat up despite their mewling complaints and set them on the ground.

The cat then circles around me as I continue to try and read. It meows and swats at me, even at one point attacking my shoe.

"I can't get anything done around here!" I snap as I pick the cat up and set it outside.

"Be careful with her," Myrlie scolds me.

I glare at her, and she flinches. "You too!" I point a finger at her. "Why don't you ever leave? Why are you always flapping around my face?"

"Master Roland-" she squeaks.

"I'm a scholar, and this is my workshop not a house for freeloading fae!" I huff and throw my hands into the air.

Myrlie sniffles and hangs her head.

"Don't do that," I scoff.

She hiccups and rubs at her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Master Roland."

"Great," I frown. "Don't make me feel guilty!"

She whimpers and sobs. "I'm not trying to!"

I hold my hand out and let her fall into my palm. "I'm trying to work here, Myrlie," I tap the top of her head. "This isn't a place of play."