Prompted stories

Fae Technoblade

The forest was home to many creatures. Among them, the court of Fae awaits. Hidden beyond mushroom rings and various glamours, yet always looming. The fae are tricky beings. To give them your name is to give them your life. The court is ruled by three faes: the king and ruler of summer, Philza, the eldest prince Techno, and the youngest prince Wilbur.

After a long day of tending to the animals I sit at the trunk of a great big tree and relax. The trees were a peaceful place. They're high enough off the ground that most Fae will leave you alone. I heard someone walk up behind you, but if you turn and look, who could it be? "Hi?" I say softly "What are you doing here?"

A voice comes from behind the tree. It's familiar, but it's a little distorted by a strange sense of magic. "Hello there." He replies, his voice sounding like it hasn't been used in a while. He steps in front of them, his eyes red and lips a faint pink. His hair is a mix between pink and silver. He wears a sleeveless shirt and a cape. "I'm here to talk to you." He says calmly.

"Okay, how may I be of assistance?" I ask gently.

"Your name, please." He asks politely, taking a step forward.

"The people call me Syn, but be aware that it's not my true name, I know of the Fae, I am aware of the risks, and wish to not to give away my life" I explained gently.

He tilts his head. This was unusual.. a human that was smart? He usually only came across the stubborn ones.. "Then, Syn, what do you know about the Fae?" He asks, his voice and tone remaining neutral.

"Your species is well known with my people, we are aware of the risks of giving away our names so only the closest know our true names. We are not as unfortunate as the humans, we know how to survive in this world." I said

He laughs. There was a strange, dark magic within the sound that made chills want to run up your spine. It almost felt.. powerful. "I'm surprised. Most humans will attempt to argue with me, or tell me their name. What of my court, do you know anything of my family?" He asks.

"The court is ruled by three faes: the king and ruler of summer, your father, Philza, the eldest prince, you, Techno, and the youngest prince, your, Wilbur." I stated solemnly.

"Correct.. but how did my father become King?" He asks, genuinely interested at your knowledge.

"He's one of the most powerful fae, isn't he?"

He nods calmly. "He's extremely powerful. But when he was young, there was another who was more powerful. How do you know my court anyway? Human and Fae are mostly separated."

"I'm not human." I say.

His eyebrows raise. "What are you, then?"

"My real name means ruler of magic, Druid."

A laugh escapes his lips. "So, you are powerful huh?" He asks with a smile. His voice is still distorted by the magic he exudes, making it a little hard to understand him normally. He steps a little closer.

"It's would seem so."

He raises an eyebrow. "You're an interesting one, Druid." He laughs again, stepping a bit closer.

"Thank you, fae, you're interesting too."

His face lights up. "Really? You think so?" He asks. His face is like a child's when they get praised by someone.

"Yeah! And you're gorgeous."

He stops, his face becoming red from embarrassment. "What?" He asks, looking away, his hair falling infront of his eyes to hide his face.

I tuck his hair back behind his ear "You're gorgeous" I say.

He looks at you, his face turning red and his cheeks beginning to heat up. "Y-you really think so?" He asks, his cheeks now looking like they're on fire.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. You are so beautiful."

"A-am I?" He asks. He's genuinely blushing. You've never seen him like this, and it's the cutest thing you'll ever see. His hands grip the tree trunk behind him.

I take a step closer and tilt his chin down to look at me "The most beautiful thing to ever exist."

His face is now bright red, his breath heavy. "I- um-" he says. He is completely speechless. This was adorable, really. He looks like he can't even think straight.

"Hey," I say softly trying to calm him down "you're okay."

He still struggles to speak, but manages. "I'm.. uh... um.." But he ends up just staying like that for a few moments, his hair falling infront of his face again for the third time.

"No, no hiding your face from me" I tuck his hair back again.

He looks at you, his eyes slightly teary. "You.. think I'm beautiful?" He asks. His voice sounds like it could crack at any moment.

With my hands on his cheeks ready to wipe away tears, I reply "The most beautiful."

He leans closer to you, as if he was going to kiss you. He doesn't, though. It's like his mind is battling with what he should do instead. He puts his hand on your cheek. "Are you sure..?" He asks in a hushed tone. It sounds like a question but you also think it could be said out of desire..

"I couldn't be more sure of myself, you are the most beautiful person I've ever met" I say reassuringly.

His eyes fill with tears. He whispers. "Y-you really think that?" He asks. His hand brushes your cheek. He seems to want something.. but he's just too afraid to say it.

"I do"