#snert

More pics:

Planet: Sixam Stellar Revolution 129 since start of the colony Current Queen: Galaxa Household type: Colony Drones

Oh he doesn’t, not for a while…

AO3 (Previous) (Part 1)

***

“You have got to accept it this time!” The Fae pleads desperately, shaking the shining golden crown in Remus’s direction. Remus just grins, back turned to the Fae so he can’t see as he shakes his head, tapping the spile into the trunk and setting the bucket into place to collect the sweet sap that starts to ooze out. “It’s solid gold! It’s an ancient relic from a glorious past!”

“Is it worth your life though?” Remus asks mildly, dodging the crown as it’s flung towards his head. He bursts into a delighted cackle, stepping up close to the fiery Fae and using the momentum of a furiously thrown punch to spin his paramour around and trap him back against his chest. The Fae could break free easily, they both know that, but he just lifts his chin and keeps on scowling. “Or mine, for that matter? What’s to stop you claiming your favour from me the moment I no longer have yours for protection Firefly?” 

The Fae bares sharp teeth as he tries to kiss him on the cheek and Remus lets him free with a bright bark of laughter. “I will find a way, mortal.” It’s a threat and it makes Remus stop in his tracks. He puts down the pack of tools he’d been gathering and faces the angry creature, meeting his hot gaze evenly, the familiar glint of teasing in his eyes. 

“Somehow I doubt that. Foolish of a Fae really, to agree to owe a favour without attaching any strings. Almost as foolish as, oh, a man that might happen to do the same…” Remus barely manages not to flinch when those sharp teeth snap, suddenly very close to his face. But he holds his nerve for the long seconds, wondering if this is when his Fae is going to snap and do away with him, and hang the consequences of the magics that bind them. 

Today is not the day, however, and the Fae just makes a loud, wordless scream of frustration and whirls to stomp away. 

“See you soon Firefly!” Remus shouts after him as always, whistling a jaunty tune to himself as he sets off in the opposite direction. He has absolutely no intention of ending this game between them, not when it guarantees him such frequent delights of the Fae’s company and the easy, bright back and forth between them. Not when he pines, night after night, dreaming of a sweet, hard-won kiss and the smooth silk of hair under his fingers, perhaps even a soft smile that he would know was his and his alone. 

Now that would be worth far more what the Fae owes, but Remus would never ask for it. Not under the chains of a magic that his Fae is right; he doesn’t truly understand. 

--