& FAE BLOOD

   ♚    ⸻    enamored   doesn’t   quite   match   how   nerides   feels   with   the   fairy   prince   by   his   side;   the   experience   is   something   cherish,   something   NEW   for   the   sea   prince.   locked   away   for   years,   nerides’s   life   came   to   a   deathly   halt,   but   emerson’s   whimsical,   almost   magical   presence   brought   to   full   light   what   he   had   been   missing.   silently,   in   the   back   of   his   mind,   nerides   questioned   why   the   other   looked   at   him   with   such   wondrous   eyes,   when   it   was   he   who   should   be   doing   the   wonder-struck   staring.    ❝   I   don’t   have   any   particular   preference,   just   as   long   as   you’ll   come   with   us.  ❞   which   was   indeed    true.   he   didn’t   think   he   could   see   auras,   but   yet   he   couldn’t   mistake   the   twinkles   &   sparkles   that   radiated   from   emerson   while   the   stray   beams   of   sunshine   peaking   through   the   foliage   above   crowned   the   fae   royal.   beautiful,   just   beautiful.   nerides   was   so   mesmerized   by   the   sight   that   he   had   almost   missed   the   sensation   of   soft,   sweet   lips   against   his   own,   prompting   a   quiet   sigh   of   pleasure   as   his   body   gently   leaned   into   their   liplock,   wandering   hand   slowly   rubbing   from   the   curve   of   his   shoulder   to   the   fabric   covering   his   dream   fairy’s   chest.    ❝   yeah  .  .  .  .   TOGETHER.  ❞   a  sweet   utterance   for   the   split   second   their   lips   were   apart,   though   said   space   closes   even   quicker,   a   certain   heat   blooming   between   the   two.

Leo was still adjusting to the idea that not all fairies were pretentious and annoying. By the time he figured out that Emerson wasn’t quite as human as he appeared, Leo had already taken an interest in the other prince. His own godmother was the sole exception to his distaste for faeries but perhaps Emerson would prove to be a second. If he ever showed up, that is. “You’re late,” he snapped, arms folded across his chest. Leo’s expression softened a little as he was handed the flowers, studying the dark petals. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

Being part human and part fairy was a strange mix for Emerson to deal with. It meant he never knew where he fell with others. Especially those like Leo who had experience with one of his kind. Normally, his fairy relatives didn’t mix with others. His parents being the exception to the rule instead of the normal. This was all uncharted territory for him, so sometimes he did run behind by a couple of minutes. “Won’t happen again.” If there’s one thing he tried to do, it was keep his word. A proud smile formed on his face at Leo’s softened features. “You’re welcome. I had your beauty and radiance in mind when picking them out.” 

There was a voice in the back of his head telling him to walk away now; he could just leave things as they are, let Emerson think he’s some horrible tease, and both of them go their separate ways so Joshua wouldn’t have to worry about potentially putting the other in danger for keeping him around– and so he wouldn’t have to worry about his conscience decided to crop up and make him feel like crap for lying to someone. 

Unfortunately for Emerson, Joshua didn’t listen to that voice at all. Lost in the lack of space between them, and the lingering electricity crackling on his lips, he kept his hold on the other as if it were the only thing keeping him from floating away; especially as Emerson began to card his fingers through his hair. Closing his eyes, there was no resistance in Joshua as they were caught in another kiss; this one slower but still filled with just as much heat as the impromptu one from before. 

“Oh, but you should be. This is definitely all your fault.” Honestly? He couldn’t even remember why he’d done this in the first place. Danger? He hardly had the strength to think about anything other than feeling Emerson’s lips against his again; against his body; his hands; god, now he couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d taste. “Yeah. Definitely all your fault.”

“You know, that sounds like a damned good idea.” He mumbled, his voice taking on a slight gravel as he let his head cant to the side. “I feel like I should mention, though, that we could just slip away to a bathroom. No one would know… and they are incredibly close by, we’d be in one in less than five minutes… but my place is also pretty close by; if you’d prefer.”

Just like the plants and wildlife in general, fairies could be extremely volatile and impulsive. The second the wind shifted, someone stepped into their land, whatever happened their whole demeanor could change. That was why Emerson was fully on board. Before, he was going slow with everything, dipping his toes in the water. After the first kiss, there weren’t anymore voices telling him to slow his roll. 

While the kiss was softer than the previous one, his hold wasn’t. In between just running his fingers through Joshua’s hair, Emerson managed to grab a fistful of it eventually. Then, he pulled the man closer to him to make sure that they were more intertwined. A low moan escaped his lips and into the kiss, almost like a muddled whimper. If there was any hesitation before, that was long gone. Especially with how he was grinding his body down on Joshua’s, feeling himself harden in his pants. 

“Then if it’s my fault I should do something to rectify the situation.“ There was no way he was going to make it to Joshua’s place anymore, so the idea of the bathroom had sparked his interest. Emerson moved his hand down from the man’s hair to grab his hand. Then he pushed himself up from the stool to start pulling the other towards the bathroom. “I like your idea better.“ Immediate relief. 

“alright,” Pascal began, raising his hands after that to freeze the wide area of the park in front of them. All but Emerson, “but first things first, “ he added, having left the handed platers up, he reached forward yanking Emerson between his legs that laid, now spread wide open. Lips laid a soft brush against his temples and, as he put what he had been given on Emerson’s lap, he unfroze the scene so he could, effectively, enjoy his picnic. “Now better.” Yes, he was quite secretive, extremely mistrusting and not that much extrovert as his brother. But it didn’t change that he was, in fact, the most affectionate one of the pair. “Thanks for the meal,” he added. “Now, I know I am technically the guest, but you go first.”

There was no hesitation or consideration for how this might affect Emerson. In that moment, Joshua was simply acting in his own best interest. It might have been a bit cliche, sure, but when someone was out for blood and had this image in their mind of you being a killer they often ignored the tangled mess of limbs of a drunken kiss. 

Fate smiled upon him because the vampire played her part beautifully, walking away without realizing Joshua was right there the whole time; and then Fate laughed at him. 

Instead of being able to pull away, his hands tightened on Emerson’s shirt collar as he melted into the embrace. Groaning softly under his breath as the lips against his own sent jolts of electricity through his system, Joshua arched his back and pressed his body up against the fae as he lost himself to the heat of the moment. 

Leaning his head back with a sharp inhale as they separated, the dim lighting of the bar hopefully being enough to hide the color that flushed over his cheeks, Joshua then licked his lips just to have another taste of the fairy as he relaxed against the bar beneath him; his hands still absentmindedly holding onto Emerson’s collar to so he could keep him close. 

“It’s your fault. I… couldn’t help myself any longer?” Of course he tried to divert the attention and place the blame of his sudden outburst on Emerson which might not have been fair, or honest for that matter, but it certainly sounded better than the devil made me do it. “Why? Were you going to say something important? Should I not have done that? 

A potential danger looming around for Joshua wasn’t even crossing the fae’s head. He was much more focused on the carnal desires that were slowly taking over his body. To think that he was still working on his first drink, so he couldn’t blame that. He would have just said he was following Joshua’s lead.

Which he didn’t mind. Emerson didn’t even focus on whether or not people were looking in on them. This was a bar after all, it probably happened a lot. 

Deciding to stand completely on his own, the stool that he was stepping on for support was kicked back. That allowed him to lean closer to Joshua, just enough to move his right arm down to snake around the man’s waist. Then he pulled him in closer so that their bodies could intertwine even more. 

By that point, his ears were burning red, but the good thing was that they weren’t pointy. Emerson allowed the fingers of his left hand to get lost in Joshua’s hair. He tugged on the man a bit so that they could stay connected. After another slow kiss, he pulled back slightly while biting on the other’s bottom lip. 

“No, probably because saying it’s been the hardest edging game you’ve played makes me want to edge you till you retire such an affirmation.” Pascal pointed, even though his words were whispered closer to the other’s ear. Not one to like being heard saying those things. “Anyway, picnic, good,” he said, even tho he was being carried outside and prepared it all for him. Watching as he saw the setting, he then walked away to sit down, lifting his trousers enough not to be put in any form of danger neither for the fabric nor his own groin, and sat legs crossed. “So what did you bring?”

    ♕    ⸻     as   a   kid,   nerides   remembered   hearing   mentions   and   tales   of   the   fairy   people;   from   their   prowess   in   illusive   magic   to   the   delightful   (   &   a   bit   mischievous   )   nature   that   came  with   them.   it   was   one   of   the   few   memories   that   he   was   able   to   retain   in   his   decade   of   imprisonment.   never   in   his   wildest   dreams   did   he   ever   think   he’d    befriend   the   prince   of   them   .   .   .   .   though   they   were   way   more   than   just   friends.

   though   he   could   typically   be   found   with   either   leo   or   gabriel,   nerides   was   on   the   verge   of   tapping   into   his   healing   potential,   which   required   a   venture   to   the   seaside.   so   when   he   received   the   ask   to   meet   in   the   middle   grounds   of   sea  and   grasslands,   there   was   a   little   bit   of   pep   in   his   travelling.   the   softest   of   emerson’s   fingers   brushing   through   his   tresses   was   enough   to   make   him   softly   moan,   saffronic   eyes   gently   looking   back,   taking   the   fairy   prince’s   free   hand   and   moving   it   up   to   his   own   lips;   he   is   enamored   by   the   fae   royal,   indeed.     ❝  maybe   we   could   ?   I   can’t   speak   for   everyone   since   I   don’t   share   everyone   else’s   tasks   .  .  .  .  ❞   when   he   told   leopold   he   wasn’t   ready   (   too   scared   was   more   like   it   )   to   return   to   his   homeland   yet,   the   heir   of   grimhilde   and   the   dragon   slayer   made   it   so   that   he   would   never   have   to   go   back   if   he   did   not   wish.    ❝   but   I   would   like   to   think   the   others   wouldn’t   be   opposed   to   it   either.   but   where   would   we   go   ?  ❞

  normally,  his  mother’s  side  of  the  family  stuck  to  egotistical  stories.  probably  the  same  ones  nerides  grew  up  hearing,  but  from  a  fairy’s  perspective.  his  father,  a  clearly  secret  lover  of  all  things  mythological,  was  the  one  to  broaden  his  knowledge.  creatures  of  the  skies,  witches,  those  led  by  the  elements,  creatures  of  the  forest,  and  even  those  from  the  sea.  those  were  the  lesser  known  ones  to  the  kingdom  because  the  sea  was  so  expansive  and  unexplored  that  they  didn’t  have  all  of  the  information. 

Being half fae and half human had its perks. Yet when it came to hiding the fae part from the mortals, things got a little bit complicated. For example, several different bushes telling him he was going to be late overhearing a fight between two chihuahuas. At least he had his headphones plugged in and could pretend that he was speaking on the phone. 

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notes: open to tops for smut. your muse can be supernatural, human, or anything else you desire– they can even be aware of Joshua’s involvement in their world as a hunter turned protector. All that really matters here is that they don’t mind his dated pick-up lines and lack of having any genuine game. 

It was supposed to be his night off. Morningstar had promised he’d leave Joshua alone, he even made some grand spectacle about how hard the boy had been working and that if anyone deserved a break it was him. That little charade lasted for a few hours– long enough for Joshua to go out, have a few drinks, and start attempting to flirt with another man– before Morningstar was interrupting his peace and speaking directly into Joshua’s mind. 

“You might want to hide. An old friend of yours, a vampire you tried to stake a back when you were still a member of the church, is in that bar with you as well… and something tells me she doesn’t have the fondest memories of you pet.”

Letting out an audible sigh, Joshua rolled his eyes with annoyance before ordering himself a shot. Once he had the drink in hand, he turned to scan over the crowd gathered around him to see if Morningstar was telling him the truth before deciding to act; and, unfortunately, he wasn’t lying.

With another sigh, Joshua quickly downed the shot before turning back to the bar. Then, without any formal warning or any build up to deserve the actions he took, he reached out to grab onto the shirt collar of the man he’d been flirting with and yanked him into a deep, heated kiss; the two of them collapsing in a heap against the edge of the bar as he pulled the man down on-top of himself to hide him from vampire as she sulked past. 

Bars were still something that were new to him. Fairies could be volatile creatures, happy one minute and snapping the next because of a minor little detail. Add alcohol and some mortal genes into the mix and Emerson was unpredictable. Thankfully, he had come to the conclusion that he could nurse the same drink for a while and get away with it. 

The shots were intriguing, but he didn’t need to sprout his wings right then and there for everyone to see. Emerson played with the straw of his beverage while he thought about it. In that moment he had also been turning around to ask Joshua something. Of course, it was about the alcohol, but his thoughts quickly poured right out of his head. 

“Why did my mind immediately want to challenge such an affirmation?” Pascal wondered at loud as he approached the other. His body demeanor was quite relaxed despite the day on court, his hands loosing up the buttons of his suit’s jacket, only to find themselves comfortable, at least once of them, on the inside of his pockets. The other curled around the back of the other male, brushing the curve of his lower back, and leaned in to peck his temple. “A picnic? here? Ok, fine. I am not going to say no to food, you’d probably feel the grumbling if you put your hands on my stomach. And I wasn’t wearing three different layers of clothes.”

     waves  crashing  into  the  sea  ,  leaves  rustling  through  the  forest  ,  everything  was  connected  .  perhaps  that  was  why  the  princes  seemed  to  click  .  emerson  had  asked  nerides  to  meet  him  in  the  middle  way  of  both  grounds  .  from  there  ,  the  faint  whisper  of  the  trees  and  the  melody  of  the  waters  could  be  heard  .  yet  ,  it  was  isolated  enough  that  no  one  would  bother  them  .