#hatboxoriginal

starved to stuffed! get your starved to stuffed right here!

The real magic is the hunger we built up along the way~

Fairies always got a little crazy during the fall, their bodies full of unending energy and their stomachs always demanding more food, even when they were stuffed to the brim. Last year Rowan had been just another fat fairy, sitting on a branch, huddled together with ten other fat fairies, trying to get his stomach to settle for long enough to get some rest.

This year… he was alone.

He was alone, in the cold, because he was having a second heat.

Well, not entirely alone.

A young man loomed over him, his breath frosting as he looked at the thin, shivering fairy in his hand, his expression puzzled. Rowan stared ahead blankly.

“Huh,” he said. “You’re a bit thin, aren’t you?”

“You don’t say…”

“Don’t fairies fatten up for the winter?”

Rowan’s stomach answered for him, growling loudly. He folded his arms over his aching middle, his skin glowing faintly and his wings twitching as he fought to keep a straight face. The human wasn’t interested in him like that.

“I was busy,” he muttered.

“You were busy.”

“Yes.”

“Busy with what?”

“Having the time of my life, honestly,” he said, crossing his arms and staring the human dead in the eyes, daring him to comment. The human simply chuckled.

“I bet you were,” he said, stroking his finger gently over Rowan’s sensitive wings as he involuntarily shuddered. A smile played at the man’s lips as Rowan lost himself, his skin glowing brightly. He welcomed the humans touch, closing his eyes as his finger rubbed gentle circles into his sunken stomach, teasing, before pressing down slightly, the sensation enough to make Rowan see stars.

His wings buzzed, his breath catching in his throat, his skin glimmering as he grabbed onto the human’s finger, trying to get a hold of himself.

This human- He had nice hands. Really nice hands, like those of a God, so strong that it felt pointless to resist them. Rowan could imagine doing all sorts of things with those hands. But not in the cold!!

“Cute,” the human decided, grabbing Rowan by the waist and putting him on his shoulder, into the heavenly valley between his neck and the folds of his hoodie.

What?

Rowan froze briefly, his movements uncertain as he leaned into the human, reveling in his warmth.

“I’ll take you home with me, if that’s alright,” he said and Rowan wondered if he was hallucinating. He buzzed his wings, trying to warm up, and the human folded his hoodie over his shivering body. He rested his fingers over Rowan’s legs for a moment, as if to reassure him, and Rowan melted into the touch. “Is that alright?”

“I think… Yes. Yes, that’s fine,” he decided.

He could behave himself around a human, for a few weeks. Until he was well enough to survive the winter. Until his heat faded enough to let him huddle up with the others once more. It would be easy! It would be easy and entirely doable.

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I might create an ao3 account to post the rest of that, actually, because there is more. I´ll tell you guys if I do.