#fey lover

He is not! He had a human lover a few centuries ago that he was absolutely obsessed with, and when she died he couldn't bare to even look at anyone else romantically. It wasn't until he met the Duchess when she was a child that he really felt alive again. He loves her like a little sister and is utterly loyal to her... he's just a bit of a bully and a prankster because 1) he's a fey duh and 2) he's basically her big brother so servant or not, it's just his job

HOWEVER!!- if you're the reincarnation of his lost love?? Oh, he is going to pin you down and worship your cunt, eating you out like he's never eaten before. His ears pinned back to his head as his too sharp teeth just barely graze the sensitive skin of your folds as his almost snake like tongue slides inside of you, tasting every inch of your sweet cunt, groaning and almost mewling as he gets to finally, finally taste you again. He'll whine and growl throughout it, telling you how much he's missed you, how you were the best thing that ever happened to him, how this time you won't have a choice but to swallow his cum so he can keep you forever (because obviously cum counts as fey food).

His wings fluttering out as he tries to resist pulling away to fuck you stupid on his cock after the first time you cum, but once isn't enough. He needs to show you how loyal he's been to you even when you were dead. How much he's missed you and how happy he is to have finally found your soul again. Sure, you might be crying from overstimulation as his slender fingers keep your thighs pulled open so he can run that slick tongue over your throbbing clit before sliding back into your puffy and pulsing hole, but he's just showing you how much he loves you!

You had The Sight from a young age. While everyone else grew out of believing in the Fey, you never did. How could you when you could still see them? You kept what you saw to yourself because you knew what might happen if someone believed you. It would be more dangerous than them not believing you at all.

One day, on a hike, you do something you know is stupid. You know it is. Everyone knows what a Fairy Ring is and yet, you take a deep breath and step into the ring of mushrooms anyway. For a moment, nothing happens. You let out a soft sigh. While part of you is scared about what could happen, you also can't help but be a bit disappointed. Wouldn't it be nice to get away from your real life, at least for a little while?

However, just as you are about to step out of the ring, something happens. Your feet move of their own accord, and your stomach drops. No, no this was one of the worst results of stepping into a fairy ring. One that you hadn't even thought of at first. You had insulted them, or at least annoyed one. Swiveling your head around to look for the Fey that surely still has to be nearby, you spot her. Your mouth feels dry and a slight flush touches your cheeks. She's stunning.

You've seen dozens, maybe hundreds of Fey Folk, but she is different. Even just looking at her is borderline intoxicating. Her large, pure white eyes are fixed on you. A mouth full of sharp, needle like teeth spreads into a slightly too wide smile on her porcelain colored face. Her hair is such a light shade of green that it almost looks clear, and her fingers that are curled around the tree trunk, watching you dance, knowing that she could easily make you dance to your death... They're just too long. Too slender. And oh so gorgeous.

"You're... beautiful," you whisper as you continue dancing, your eyes fixed on hers.

It seems to take her a moment to realize that you can see her, but when she does, she snaps, and you fall to your knees, finally no longer dancing. "You can see me?" she asks surprised, walking over to your exhausted form.

"Yes," you say as you look up at her through your long, thick lashes.

She hums before helping you stand up, now outside of the fairy ring. "Well, I suppose that you have earned one request then, little human, for surviving and tricking me into letting you go."

Your mind races. There's a dozen things you could ask her for and Fey, despite everything, are beings of their word. You swallow and say softly, "I want romance. I want to feel loved and, and cared for at least a little. And...," you hesitate.

"And?" she presses, smirking slightly.

"I want to belong to you," you explain quietly, your face flushing. "I want to belong to you and live in the Fairy Realm."

She smirks and tugs you towards her. "Deal."

Her lips are pressed against yours quickly, her soft lips working over yours eagerly, before she slips her tongue into your mouth. You part your lips to allow her to slide her tongue inside. You groan quietly before you feel the rush of air. When you break from the kiss, you look around, realizing that you've been transported somewhere else.

Over the next several years, the Fey, who never gives you her name, is romantic and sweet to you. She gives you gifts, compliments you, and kisses you, but that's all that happens. You typically sleep in another bed, and the two of you have never had sex. You swallow hard one day when you notice that she comes home with lipstick on her neck. You hadn't been clear. You hadn't asked for a relationship. Basically, she was treating you like a pet to show off to her other fey friends and keeping her end of the deal by being romantic most of the time.

She does this for years. Doting on you, being romantic, but never sleeping you and coming home with lipstick on her neck or smeared on her lips. You have no idea that she's doing it to manipulate you. To play games with you and make you confused and compliant because it makes it easier to keep you there.

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You stared at Dianthus for several seconds, watching his wings flit excitedly behind him. Obviously, he thought the idea of you eating Fey food so you could never leave him was an excellent idea. You on the other hand felt a knot forming in your stomach. You realized you had to be careful around him. He meant it when he said that he was never going to lose you again.

“I don’t want that,” you said, your voice shaking just a hair.

The smile on his face fell into a frown. His too large mouth downturned, his small nose crinkled in an annoyed sneer. “What do you mean you don’t want that? You love me. We belong together. I can’t lose you for another 300 years!”

“I made a mistake coming here,” you said, your hands shaking as you took a step towards the door. All the warnings about Fey and their tricks, their manipulations. A lump was forming in your throat. “I’ll… I’ll see you later.”

“No, no please,” Dianthus fluttered over to the door, partially blocking it. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. It’s just, now that I’ve found you, I can’t let you go again.”

“You made a mistake. I don’t know you. I’m not the reincarnation of your dead lover, okay?” you snapped, fear making your voice tight, mind racing with how easily he could keep you here. Would anyone even notice you were gone?

“I… I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said softly, stepping away from the door. He blinked rapidly for a moment, as if blinking back tears. “It’s just been so long, and I just… I love you so much. You always refused the fey food. You always said that we’d figure something else out, but we didn’t, and you died,” his voice cracked on the last word, the tears brimming in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for scaring you. Don’t leave me. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“Dianthus,” you said softly, seeing the panic on his face at the idea of losing you. His lean frame encompassed you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he buried his face in your neck, sinking to his knees.

“Don’t leave me,” he repeated softly, nuzzling into your neck like a cat, his ears twitching. “I won’t bring it up again… for awhile.”

The way he added that at the end made you chuckle softly. “Only for awhile?”

He sniffled, looking up at you with wet eyes, like a puppy. His lower lip jutted out as his ears drooped more. “I don’t want you to leave me again, but I don’t want to scare you. I won’t bring it up until I think you’re ready.”

“At least you’re being honest,” you sighed, running your fingers through his hair. “Okay, okay fine.”

Literally never getting over y’all wanting a spin off of Orc Slave because of Dianthus. Makes me feel just so 🥰 Anyway, part three is already on Ko-fi and Patreon so check those out to read a week ahead

When Dianthus got back to the manor the next morning, the Duchess noticed how he seemed out of it. He was hardly paying attention to her, and even not teasing her about how her eyes were drawn to her Orc slave, Agak, every time she passed him. Instead he was staring out into space, fiddling with his brooch repeatedly.

“Dianthus, is everything alright?” she asked softly, her brows furrowed together.

He snapped his eyes over to her, his ears flicked back against his face, pink creeping up the base of them. “Everything is fine. I merely met someone last night.”

She raised a curious eyebrow. In all the years they had known each other, he had never mentioned even being interested in having a partner. She had begun to assume he was celibate, though admittedly she hadn’t placed too terribly much thought into her assumption.

“Met someone, you say? Who?” she asked, sitting down on the edge of the fountain, patting the place beside her for him to sit.

Dianthus hadn’t told her about his past love, and he was still hesitant about it now. After a few moments, he looked up at her, his wide eyes somehow impossibly wider. “When I was young, I fell in love with a human.”

Her face softened as she reached out to him, squeezing his hand. “Oh Dianthus…”

He looked away, looking down at where their hands were intertwined. She was always so kind to him. His best friend, nearly his sister. “And I found her again last night.”

“Come again?” the Duchess asked, tilting her head and looking at him with more confusion.

“Her reincarnation. I found her last night and she’s… Gods, she’s stunning. She’s smart, and passionate, and exciting and just… she’s gorgeous. Her smile, her eyes,” his voice faltered and shook his head.

“But?” she prompted, squeezing his hand again.

“She thought I was making fun of her. We talked for a little while, and I told her,” he started.

The Duchess groaned. “No, you didn’t.”

“I did. I had had some ale, too much ale, and…,” he sighed, running his free hand through his hair.

“And she didn’t believe you?” she asked softly.

“No. At first she still was nice and chatted with me, but when I kept telling her, she just grabbed her things and left,” he pulled his hand away from her, shaking his head.

The night before, you hadn’t believed Dianthus in the least. After introducing yourself, the two of you had chatted for a little while longer, but he still insisted repeatedly throughout the night. Eventually you had left, but not before he had pressed a pendant with the Duchess’s insignia, the Duchess he worked for and where you could find him, into your hand.

“Just, please. Take this. If you ever want to see me, wherever she is is where I’ll be,” he told you, his voice thick with emotion. His pupils blown wide nearly taking his entire eyes.

You agreed, and that’s how you wound up here, standing outside the small manor’s gates after asking for directions in town. You fiddle with the pendant, wondering if you made a mistake. If you should have even come here.

Just as you’re turning to go, an Orc walked close to the gates. His eyes narrowed at you. “Who are you? Why are you standing outside Her Grace’s gates like that?”

Your face flushed and you looked down. “I-I had met a Fey last night and he gave me this,” you held up the pendant shyly.

The Orc snorted before walking off. You thought he had strangely dismissed you, so you turned to walk away, but then a few guards had come up to the gate. One, another human, stepped forward. “Apologies, Ma’am. We were patrolling. You said a Fey invited you here?”

And who is this reincarnation? Why, but the shy wannabe scholar who studies dragons, who wouldn't believe for a moment if dianthus told her she was his lover in her past life, more because of how insecure she grew in this new life.

So pretty much a slowburn, dianthus gets to know his love all over again in her new life while gaining her trust. And boy is the wait worth it, making love to her will be ever more so rewarding.

(of course you being the author please change the idea however you wish to fit your canon better)

This is so cute! Ofc this is going to end up being a multiparter because of who I am as a person (read Part Two on Ko-fi or Patreon, as well as another part of Orc Slave and Nobleman Minotaur for $1).

Reincarnated Love: Part One

It was the one day of the year that Dianthus ever requested off, and the Duchess always gave it to him off. Like every other year, he slinked to the local tavern, trying to drown out the memory of his lost love with one too many mugs of fairy ale. His light hair looked silver in the low torchlight, and the pale blue pools of his eyes reflected a gut wrenching pain.

A small brooch, the last gift he managed to hold onto from his love, was secured to his lapel. It was tarnished and misshapen from centuries of constant wear and touch. His long, spindly fingers grazed it as he lulled his head to the side, his mind wandering to how his lost love used to smile and laugh. The way her hair fell in waves down her back and fanned out around her head when she would lay down. The way that her eyes sparkled when she looked up at him.

There was a knot in his throat that was almost impossible to swallow down, but then the brooch began to glow softly. His brows furrowed as he tugged on his shirt to get a better view of his lapel. No, it really was glowing. A flutter in his chest made him feel almost dizzy. After all this time, he had almost forgotten that he had cast the spell that if his lover’s reincarnation was close, it would glow.

This way and that his head whipped. Finally, his eyes landed on a figure close to the bar. You were leaning over it, scrolls spread out on the wood, asking the Harpy behind the counter if she knew where to find the Wyren. A smile ticked up the corners of his mouth as he stumbled to standing, then over to you.

“Hey,” he grinned, his slitted eyes blinking slowly, a side effect from his intoxication.

“Um, hi,” you smiled back, a little shyly. Was was a fey, especially one as handsome as him, talking to you?

“You look so different,” he mumbled, reaching out to graze your cheek, his fingers like cool silk against your skin.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t think that we’ve met before,” you said, a flush starting to touch your cheeks as you push his hand away.

His lower lip pushed out slightly at your subtle rejection. His wings flitted in irritation behind him, but he took the time to smooth them back down before speaking again. “Not in this life,” he admitted.

You noticed the brooch on his lapel glowing. Fey magic had always intrigued you, so you decide to lean a little closer to examine it better. “What spell did you cast on it? Oh!” you laughed when you leaned in and the small piece began to glow even brighter.

“The spell is to find my love in her new life. She died a few centuries ago,” he explained, his ears twitching as you stayed leaned in. His voice was coming out slurred from the amount of ale that he had drank.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. As if someone like you could be the reincarnated lover of a fey like him. “Really, what is the spell?”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he curled his too long fingers around yours, tugging your hand off the scroll you had been holding open. “You think I’m lying?”

Your face flushed under the intensity of his gaze. He looked like a predator finding the last prey in the area. Your mouth felt dry, and your heart was pounding. “I just mean, why would a Fey like you like a human like me?”

His ears pin back against his head, like he was trying not to growl. After a moment, where it looked like he was swallowing down his anger, he muttered, “because I’ve missed you for over 300 years. I still love you…”

Your face softened, seeing his genuine distress. You assumed still that he was mistaken, but you couldn’t bring yourself to send him away. “You can call me Y/N. What can I call you?” you were careful how you introduced yourself, knowing how Fey are tricksters.