The Proposition pt. 2
A/N:Â Wow this is my first part two! Itâs a chapter two to this. I hope you enjoy it- I worked hard as hell on this. Word Count: 2,032 words! Genre: Fluff I suppose Pairing: Trevor x Reader Warnings: Swearing I think.
You groan and roll over, shuffling out from under your blankets as your semi-clouded eyes stare at the wall. For a moment- and only a moment- you forget your surroundings. You forget the fae sitting at the foot of your bed and the strong scent of sickly sweet flowers he had brought with him, and you focus your energy on your sore muscles and the dull ache arching across your forehead from temple to temple. You sigh and stare at the ceiling for a moment- that feels like forever. And then- a hand with poor circulation rests on your shin and shakes your leg lightly.
You stiffen and groan.Â
Why would he let you forget heâs here? Of course he wants attention. You pull yourself up to sit on your bed and find his face quite close to yours. However- you aren't quite surprised. The last faerie youâd brought to this realm thought you to be dead and laid their head on your chest, monochrome eyes staring at you intensely only to move when you startled awake.
âSo- Trevor..â Your voice is husky and you yawn briefly. âWhat should we make your story for the- date?â You sigh and move hair from your face, taking deep breaths as you two found comfortable distances and positions on your bed.
âWell, i have studied what you know as rocket science and- people in this realm brag about that don't they?â He stretches his legs- his long legs- in front of him. âI could be some- suave and charming rocket scientist. We could've met- at some charming magic and science debate or- soirĂ©e. We danced the night away and I charmed you over a Chinese takeout dinner?â He stands as he speaks and ponders your room. Picking up things and- moving them. Just putting them out of the place you'd desired them. It wasn't- infuriating but it would grate on your nerves sooner or later.
âChinese takeout wouldn't be my first choice and- I don't go to those ceremonies, I'm not notable.â You tail him and rearrange your belongings, not quite caring if the actions seemed passive aggressive or not. âI like Thai food better. Or you could've made dinner for me.â You shrug. âThat would be more romantic, and I love someone who can cook,â You sigh airily.
âOkay- can you stop doing that?â It comes out in an annoyed sigh and to keep your voice close to calm you'd taken to fidgeting with the nearest smooth object which happened to be a tumbled crystal. Your fingers glide effortlessly over the surface, each ridge feeling polished.
âStop doing what?â He huffs, arching an eyebrow and making a face to say he's above this- above you.
âMoving my shit like you own it,â Your voice is smooth and cool. You roll your eyes and sigh- it's tired, be it physically or mentally, you couldn't be bothered to tell which was more prominent- both contributors, of course.
âExcuse me?â He sets a pop figure down in a sort of bitter compliance meant to be mocking. He crosses his arms and looks you in the eye.
âWhat exactly did you buy to think you can do this?â The dawning realization that this isn't that deep has hit you. But it's a matter of principle at this point. Not exactly bruised pride but- to prevent the ebb and flow of ounces of alienation in your own home. A long winded justification but ''twas a justification to hold steadfast nonetheless.
With an indignant huff, he sets down your newest piece of makeup and rolls his eyes. Huffing slightly with a breathy âwhateverâ as he walks away. Part of you feels a twinge of guilt for snapping over something so small but- you don't come into someone's home and start doing that it's just rude to assume you can touch their personal belongings like that- wasn't it? Of course. It's rude to do.
Trevor, without even looking over his shoulder walks out of your room, off to do gods knows what while you stayed in your bedroom, closing the door soon after he leaves.
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You werenât completely sure how much time had passed since the âincidentâ that morning, but it was still day time. Youâd finally left your room after time spent staring at your phone and walls, flipping absentmindedly through your grimoire. You werenât completely sure what you had hoped to find but- you didnât seem to happen across it. However, the most appealing thing you did see was a tea based spell youâd composed after watching an Overwatch short that had pulled on your heart strings.
Making your way down the short hall that lead into your living room, youâd forgotten for a moment that you werenât alone. Your heart jumps into your throat when you see his shadow, fear racing through you and adrenaline a moment away from leaking into your bloodstream. Trevor doesnât even look at you as he clinks a spoon around a glass of diluted sugar-water, just hums to himself with half finished bags of semi-sweet chocolate chips litter the room. You groan with some convoluted emotion halfway between relief and frustration. The realization yet again that you have a guest and that means continuous courtesy and decent clothing- it hurt but it wasnât as painful as the other scenario of an unsolicited party in your apartment which arguably would be more bothersome than a temporary guest that happened to here on your invitation.
You moved around Trevor, leaving him in a world of his design, doused in sugar and lined in chocolate. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet near his head, he finally looks up, satisfied with how it âdissolvedâ. You see him out of the corner of your eye, take a sip, and you cringe. How can a being drink that with a straight face? And then eat a fist-full of chocolate- faeries are truly romanticized. You cringe and with a conservative hand pour two teaspoons of sugar- wow Trevor went to town on your sugar- into your mug. You fill it with hot water and stir to dissolve it, humming to yourself.
Trevor watches you- just tracking your motions and making note of how you shift your weight side to side, quite staunchly refusing to break the silence- it wasnât deafening and didnât crush him so why would he bother? You seemed to be at peace- or some form of it as you muttered words of power under your breath, stirring clockwise- one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine times. Adding a bittersweet smelling tea bag into the water and a few drops of honey, you put your hands around the mug and under your breath said some phrase one, two, three times. He takes another sip, sugar granules that failed to dissolve sticking to his teeth and grinding against each other. Almost immediately after he eats a few more pieces of chocolate.
âSo what was that all about?â His voice is smooth.
âWhat was what?â You glance back at him.
He gestures to you- your tea.
âThat- ritual, I guess.â He shrugs and gestures again, taking another sip.
âOh- uh just a little...good luck charm.â You nod along to what you say. âFor a good day...the strength to get through...fortitude. All of that sweet good stuff.â You move your finger around the rim of the mug, the liquid following your movement.
He huffs a short laugh.
âA little- good morning- todayâs going to be a good day and hereâs some reasons why-â he holds up the bottle of honey and taps two fingers on your sugar jar. âThatâs pretty adorable if you ask me.â He slides next to you- you couldâve sworn he didnât take a step and yet- here he was. You half grin.
âI didnât but- thanks. I made it all myself.â You try to seem nonchalant about the air of pride in your voice- it was even rarer to be complimented on it. Trevor grins.
âOh- you did now?â Heâs a little too close- itâs not uncomfortable but your heart pounds. You take sip of your tea. Less than forgiving as it warms your mouth uncomfortably so, almost burning your tongue. The energy slowly seeps through you, warm and loving. Inked flowers upon your shoulder bloom and the sprawling leaves poke out from beneath the sleeve of your shirt. Trevor watches what he can of the show and grins. âMortalâs come up with the most interesting inventions.â He hums, attempting to trace a finger over the faux foliage only to stop in his tracks when you move away from him. Words are stuck in his throat as you turn to exit your kitchen. One hand holding your mug by the vessel, the other palm up at your shoulder, beckoning an orange to you.
The orange lands in your palm with the grace of a feather dancing in the wind and you hold it in a more natural position as you go into your living space. Sitting cross legged on your couch, you balance your mug on one knee and the orange on the other. Trevor follows suit, looking curiously at you and the and he brings a half empty bag of chocolates. He sits on the coffee table in front of you- his posture devolving from something proper and proud to having his elbows on his knees, half slouched as he eats chocolate by the handful yet again.
You snap your fingers and the skin falls off of the orange. Itâs not perfect but the job is done. He grabs a piece of the peel and inspects it between his fingers, even going as far as to bite it. Almost immediately after cringing and making an over exaggerated face of disgust. You try to stifle the short laugh that escapes your mouth and a smile crosses your face.
He looks embarrassed and somewhat flustered as the laugh rings in his ears. He pouts and looks away from you, his face starting to grow flushed.
âListen,â he starts, âIn my realm, these are sweeter than anything you have here and itâs actually good, unlike those sour disappointments.â He tries to pull himself together but sounds more defensive than anything.
âIâm not doubting you, I just think itâs funny how your first instinct is to bite the thing.â You hum and pick apart the fruit, holding out a slice to him. âWonât you try a piece and see if you like it?â Thereâs a slight drawl in your voice.
Trevor eyes it curiously and cautiously, with a gentle hand accepts the offer. He takes a bite hesitantly and makes another face- less of disgust, more of conflicting emotions. Suddenly an idea pops into his head. He takes a few chocolate chips and couples them with the next bite of the orange slice he takes and he smiles with a quirk of the eyebrow as if heâd just come across some secret withheld from him for years leading up to this.
You play up the slight disgust you have at the scene that just played out in front of you.
âYouâve got to try this-â He starts and you hold up a hand to halt him.
âThat already exists in this realm, and more people hate them than not.â
He squints and takes another slice from you, putting a scant amount of chocolate on top of it and shoving the amalgamation in his mouth.
âDo you like them?â
âSometimes,â you shrug and eat a slice for yourself.
âMore for us then.â
You shrug and nod in agreement, looking over Trevor again- the ethereal features he once had are more downplayed than they were before. His hair had gone from a glowing blonde to a warm brown on itâs way to black and- it fit him. Arguably better than the blond had. His wardrobe even assimilating to something of your realm. He still had this- glow, a shimmer to him. Something that made it hard to look away from him. Which made him grin with a devious air. He winks your way and you take another sip of your tea.
âMore for us then.â You echo.













