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This was a meta piece I posted yesterday, that kinda got blurred into a drabble. I stared at it this morning, decided âNah, letâs fix this.â And this is the mess that followed.
I have no idea what Iâm doing, and I apologize.
Title: Fairy Ring
Pairing: Finn Balor/Seth Rollins
Genre: General/Drama
Words: 567
tagging: @artemidi late, because I was planning to do it, and forgot, because I am tired and still stressed from work.
Growing up in Ireland, Finn knew what to do when you stumbled upon a fairy ring. You whispered your apologies for your rude intrusion. Avoided getting any closer to it than you already had. Didnât look at it for longer than necessary, just in case whomever was lurking found your stare offensive. And you walked away with due haste, and hoped that it was enough to not get you cursed.
You respected it.
Apparently, growing up in America lended itself to an entirely different experience. Because once the circle of delicate white mushrooms presented itself along side the forest trail, and Finn reeled back in trepidation, Seth scoffed.Â
âIâm gonna stomp on it.â
Finn grimaced. Of course, that would be Sethâs reaction, âSeth, no. Just... no.âÂ
And there Finn was, having to literally drag Seth away from being that asshole that got himself killed by pissed off fae folk for fucking with their stuff. Seth just couldnât help himself, because Seth laughed at fairy tales and legends. He was cerebral by nature, to a point where it was frustrating.
âItâs just a myth, Finn. Theyâre not real!â
Finn had a death grip on Sethâs arm, pulling him slowly away from the dreaded ring of mushrooms. BĂĄlor snickered in the recesses of his mind. Let him go. Let him do it.
Shrugging, Finn quietly reminded the demon that if Seth were to go down this particular rabbit hole, heâd jump, too. BĂĄlor wasnât Finnâs only partner anymore. And with a snarl, the demon king conceded defeat.
Honestly, Finn didnât understand how his supposedly smart boyfriend could also be this much of a dumbass, because he was literally fucking a man possessed by a demon on the nightly. And yet, there Finn was, yanking Mr Architect away from certain death.
Finn supposed it was because Seth needed to see things in order to believe in them. And that was fine. Logical, even. But like hell was he going to make a deal with a damned fairy to satisfy Sethâs need for proof. Because those things were heartless soul stealers not to be trifled with, and even BĂĄlor would rather avoid them. Demons who make deals are straightforward with their demands. But the fae folk twist words like spun gold, and before you knew it, nothing about you was yours anymore.
So, Finn decided all bets were off, put on a pout, and pleaded. Tilted his head, and looked up at Seth with an expression that he knew Seth was a sucker for. âPlease, leave it be?â
And that was really all it took. Almost immediately, Seth relented, because no, he didnât believe in something as stupid as fairies, but he also didnât like to upset Finn. So, if this silly thing worried Finn, heâd let it go. Even he knew when to stop being hardheaded. âFine, fine.â
They walked away then, and Finnâs shoulders sagged in released tension. He muttered a few apologies under his breath in Gaelic, just in case, and reached out for Sethâs hand at the same time they both heard it behind them.
A disappointed sigh, followed by a slow, guttural hiss. Not quite animalistic, but definitely not human.
Finn didnât wait to see if Seth might dare to turn and look. He gripped Sethâs hand like a vice, and began to walk at a blistering pace. And for one blessed moment in their relationship, Seth didnât argue.
I wrote a very dumb little short Seth/Finn story that I am calling a âA New York Christmasâ and it is dedicated to and also a present for @artemidi who is my favorite human.
this is 2071 words of pure indulgent Christmas goodness.Â
âBabe, come onnnnn.â Seth gently headbutted against Finnâs shoulder for the third time.
âHey! You almost made me mess up the window frame!â
Finn was on a roll again.
He was sat at the dining room table, shoulders hunched and eyes intently staring at the gingerbread house before him. He held a bag of icing carefully, like a grand paint brush, as he decorated the side of the house with delicate loops. He had bowls of four different colored icings surrounding him, each with a butterknife stuck inside. A white plastic tray with different compartments held all sorts of colorful candies. Besides that was a box of toothpicks that Finn used for, in his words, âdetailingâ.
This was the third gingerbread house he had created that week.
Finn was inventive and creative all year-round, from the Lego masterpieces he could effortlessly create or the elaborate drawings heâd whip up when he had spare time.
Seth could watch him all day, if even just for the faces he made while applying details.
Today, however, Seth had a plan. A very important plan, at that! But it was never going to work out if Finn didnât take a break from his work and pay attention to him.
âWhereâs that foundation brush?â Finn asked, mumbling. He was only able to take a breath after he completed the row of delicate piping.
âThe what?â Seth made a face.
âI bought like, a makeup brush so I could apply the edible glitter. You didnât see it? I left it somewhere... â
âBaby, I wanna go pick out a tree.â Seth reminded him. Again. âCome on, you promised.â
Finn still didnât look at his pouty partner. He was considering something⊠Perhaps changing the color scheme of the gumdrops on the roof or the placement of the candy reindeer on the cotton-candy front lawn.
âI know, baby, gimme ten minutes.â He said absently.
âI did! Thirty minutes ago!â Seth groaned and let his body fall into the chair next to Finn with a thud.
Finn finally shot him a glance, but only because of the way the table shook from impact. However, once he saw the pure despair painted all over the puppy-faced boy, he couldnât help but giggle.
âIâm sorry, hon.â Finn took Sethâs chin in hand. âYou wanna go get ready?â
âIâve been ready.â Seth gestured to himself. He was dressed cozy in a black sweater; his jeans ruffled slightly at his ankles to reveal the warm socks Finn had knitted him before starting his gingerbread craze.
Finn let out a sigh; more loving now.
âAlright, baby.â He, albeit reluctantly, gave his creation another look-over before pushing himself away from the table and padding back to their bedroom.
Apartments in New York City were known to be small, sometimes even cramped, but that didnât bother the couple. Their bedroom was mostly just that⊠a room with a bed. The queen mattress took up the entire room, leaving only space for a walkway to the closet where their clothes hung.
A few garments of Sethâs were strewn over the comforter and floor. Finn, on his way to the closet, picked up one of the many black tee shirts and brought it to his nose to inhale the sweet residual smell of Sethâs skin.
In the dining room, Seth pounced on his opportunity.
He hadnât been able to get enough privacy within their small space to pull his peacoat on and slip the box inside his pocket. It was slightly bigger than his fist and threatened to not fit at all, but with quiet and gentle perseverance, he tucked it in and snapped the pocket button closed. As if on cue, Finn came back out, now with a light grey sweater pulled over his muscled frame.
Cartoon-like, he walked past the table where his obsession sat, only to then walk backwards and re-examine it. With a look of horror, he snatched up a toothpick and went back to work, correcting some frosting or crunchy candy bit.
Sethâs hands fell flat to his sides from pure frustration.
âBABY.â
âSorry, letâs go!â
~
Finn was already vaguely familiar with New York City after having visited a few times as a child. He had told Seth time and again the story of his first trip to Rockefeller Center and how he had been so entranced by the beauty of the magnificent Christmas tree there.
He knew the location of a local Christmas tree nursery after determination to make his own perfect tree lead to intensive research.
Sethâs new fascination with picking out a tree was an unexpected one. Being on the high-maintenance side, maybe even bratty sometimes, Finn didnât think his boyfriend would want to seek out a freshly cut real tree. It would have to sit and relax in the apartment for a few days before they could even decorate it. Branches would have to be cut and reorganized, then sap would leak everywhereâŠ
It just wasnât Sethâs style.
Despite that, Finn was never one to complain. He knew without being told that Seth was probably only daring to leave his comfort zone for his own sake. Admittedly, it was cute.
With any other destination in mind, they could take an Uber, giving them the chance to make out in the backseat and make any local driver despise them. But since the tree would have to be escorted home, it was Sethâs turn to drive.
Finn, who must have had energy pent up from sitting and focusing on his gingerbread house for so long, incessantly poked and tickled at Sethâs ribs while he drove, earning playful scolds until finally his offending hand was captured and held for the remainder of the drive.
The nursery was a little out of the way from their tiny apartment, and finding parking was a nightmare, but Seth knew it would all be worth it in the end.
They stepped inside, hand-in-hand, after complimenting the white and gold lights that adorned the outside.
Inside, the lobby had four massive trees set up in each corner. They were decorated in different color schemes: silver and gold, red and green, blue and silver and rainbow. Classic Christmas tunes played over a speaker system.
Finn immediately gravitated to the blue and silver tree, oohâing and ahhâing at the incredible sparkling lights and shiny orbs hanging from the branches.
Seth joined him in observation, but merely pretended to look while his hand made its way to inside his pocket to stroke at the hidden box inside.
The trees for sale were kept in a side room, accessed by a long hallway.
Inside, the smell of fresh pine instantly hit whoever entered like a smack.
The trees were set up in columns, each with their own stand, all held together by a metal fence. Little price tags were stuck to one branch of each tree.
A small station was set up in the center of the room, with an employee greeting and helping customers. At her table was mix to make hot cocoa and a plate of sugar cookies for anyone to grab. Seth and Finn shared a cookie and a few extra-sweet kisses as they shopped.
Being tender-hearted as always, Finn was instantly attached to a delicate looking tree. It was smaller than the rest and had a few bare spots from missing or twisted branches.
Seth, on the other hand, chose the tallest and strongest looking tree, not concerned with how it towered over his own body.
After an hour of playful bickering and teasing, and <i>several</i> laps around the entire room, they found and selected a beautiful happy medium- a 6 foot tall Fraser Fir, plump and gorgeous emerald green.
They informed the attendant of their selection and she happily called an assistant over to bag and carry the tree for the boys. They were told to head back to the lobby to pay and they raced each other there.
Instead of getting in line at the checkout desk, Finn returned to the silver and blue tree.
âBaby, pick out an ornament!â Seth suggested when he noticed.
âReally?â Finn looked back with a smile bright enough to envy the tree itself.
âYeah! Somethinâ you can remember today withâŠâ
Without another word, Finn grinned again and began fluttering around the tree, carefully considering and examining each ornament.
Seth now felt the weight of the box in his pocket, as if it were a hundred pounds. He pretended to look around the ornaments with his boyfriend, feeling his pores break a slight sweat as he waited for the perfect time.
âI like this one⊠and this one⊠Seth, theyâre all wonderful, I dunno how I could ever chooseâŠâ
âMaybe thereâs one over on the other trees youâd like more?â Seth heard his voice crack as his nerves seeped in. He quickly cleared his throat and for once, was thankful that Finnâs attention was not directed at him.
âMmm⊠MaybeâŠâ Finn drifted away, in the direction of the equally stunning rainbow tree in the opposite end of the room.
This was it. Sethâs chance had made itself known.
Hastily but carefully, he whipped the box from his pocket, looking frantically over his shoulder every five seconds or so. He opened the box, took the plastic ball out- an ornament of his own- and searched for an unoccupied branch to hang it on.
As if on cue, Finn returned a second later, muttering something about how he just liked this tree better.
Seth could feel every nerve in his body dancing about his skin. His stomach was performing somersaults as Finn went back to his searching. He pretended to hum along to Rob Thomasâ âA New York Christmasâ until he couldnât stand the suspense any longer.
âBaby⊠Wha-What about this one?â Seth stuttered.
âWhich?â Finn perked up.
âRight hereâŠâ Seth pointed to what he had just planted on the tree.
Finnâs eyes followed the direction of his finger and when he noticed what had not been there a mere minute before, his jaw dropped open.
What was once a simple plastic ornament had been messily decorated with one of Finnâs own glitter glue pens from his many art projects.
In a brilliant blue glitter, nearly the same color as Finnâs own eyes, Seth had drawn on the ornament:
Finn, Will you marry me?Â
âOh⊠my... â Finn brought his hands up to cover his agape mouth.
âDo you⊠like that one?â Seth offered, feeling the urge to cry or vomit or perhaps even both growing with each excruciating second that passed.
In a flash, Finn was on him.
Seth felt strong legs wrap around his waist as his face was assaulted with wet kisses.
Wet, both from the patternless frenzy Finnâs lips made and from the tears that spilled from his eyes, down his cheeks, and all over Seth.
âYes, yes! Of course, yes!â Finn cried into Sethâs ear. His words were interrupted both by hiccups and giggles as he continued his loving attack.
âI love you, I love youâŠâ Seth repeated like a holy mantra as he patted and rubbed Finnâs back.
The other customers in the lobby must have caught on to what had happened, as a chorus of âawwâ sounded. A few people even applauded.
Seth and Finn heard them but could not stop to acknowledge. They were much too busy exchanging kisses and I love youâs over and over until their lips and voices were sore.
Finn reached over Sethâs shoulder to pluck the homemade ornament from its branch. He stared at it, sloppy handwriting and glitter smudges included, as if it was made of pure gold- like nothing in the world was more precious.
âThis is the most beautiful ornament Iâve ever seenâŠâ He whispered so only Seth could hear.
âFor the most beautiful guy Iâve ever seen.â Seth said, grinning against Finnâs ear before giving it a bite.
Finn, not seeming as if he was even considering climbing down from Sethâs chest, squeezed his shoulders a little tighter.
He brought the still-plain side of the ornament to his lips to kiss it before nuzzling his head under Sethâs neck.
No matter if the gingerbread house at home was still a work in progress- their plans for the night would now be dedicated to celebrating what would surely be the most blissful marriage and the happiest Christmas they had ever experienced.