Context: Years ago, a Fae appeared before the door of your cottage. A Bugul Noz, or child of night, to be more specific. You had heard stories of their evil ways, but found this one, calling himself Ciaran, to be unusually soft, shy, and clingy. You invited him into your home, and he has stayed ever since, helping you around the house and in your tea shop. Today might be a bit of a shake-up from your normal routine.

Setting: A picturesque cottage

Tags: [M4A][Shy Fae Speaker][Human Listener][Cozy][Cuddles][Shy Boi][Soft/Sweet][A Little Tsundere][Home Life][Confession][Fairy/Fae Lore][Comfort][Reverse Comfort][Kisses][Magical Hair][Wholesome][Very Mild Angst]

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[Scene opens in a little cottage out in the countryside]

[SFX: Early morning ambiance and some bed covers shifting]

[Gary the rooster crows outside, same as every day. A cool wind rushes in from the slightly ajar window, and a warm form stirs atop you]

“M-Muhhh… Good morning.”

[You run your fingers through the Fae’s hair as he stirs and yawns. He rubs his wide, innocent eyes and sits up, long hair tumbling down either side of the bed]

“Mmmghhh, b-big stretches. A-Aahhm. Hmm. You’re so cute in the morning… I-I mean, uh…Y-You’ve got s-some gunk in your eyes. Mhm, I’m getting up. I-It’s gonna t-take an hour this morning. Look at my hair, h-haha. It’s b-blooming with all k-kinds of tea leaves a-and I think I’ve got some n-new fruit seeds growing in the b-braids you made for me.”

[Pause]

[The Fae smiles shyly, nuzzling his cheek to your palm]

“Thank you. C-C’mon, let’s go. I wound my hair up for you, a-and here’s your scissor and bowls. I-I’ll get breakfast going.”

[You collect his massive mane of hair and follow him around the little cottage while he gets ready]

“English muffins with some raspberry jam?”

[Pause]

“I-It’s no trouble, love… Honest. A-And I promised as p-part of our deal, remember?”

[?]

[He fiddles with the toaster nervously, plucking some fresh raspberries from his hair]

“O-Of course I want to honor our deal… Y-You had no reason to trust a r-random Fae that turned up a-at your door, b-begging for a warm place to stay f-for a bit… Here, f-fresh raspberries for m-my sweet host, right from t-the proverbial garden, haha.”

[Pause]

“Oh, love, i-it was a big deal. A Bugul Noz doesn’t o-often receive kindness… Folks call us demons. C-Children of the night, and I guess we are… S’ why I was chased out o-of my own family… M-Meant to take life not… grow it in my hair…”

[You rest a hand on his shoulder and he sighs]

“...y-you know… people p-perceive us a-as being so ugly… t-that being a-around us i-is painful for humans, s-so I know you saw m-me in that form, as… a h-hideous beast… and you still r-ran out in the rain t-to help me…”

[He pauses and turns to face you, largely obscured by his absurdly long hair]

“...I… I-I know I’ve been so much trouble f-for you… Y-You’ve just been trying to run your little tea shop, a-and… and suddenly a b-belligerent Fae b-bolts into your backyard, c-causing a ruckus, s-scaring your p-pets… S-Sorry, Molly. I’ll whip you up some bacon w-with the rest of our breakfast, aye?”

[An orange tabby glances at him from the windowsill with her usual sass]

[SFX: Ciaran making breakfast, perhaps humming a bit and some scissors clipping]

[Pause]

“...T-They’re called lobelia.”

[Pause?]

“T-The flowers you’ve been admiring i-in my hair. S-Sapphire crystal lobelia… I-It’s not usual, for this region, b-but I-I thought maybe you could clip some and make a new bookmark.”

[Pause]

[The tips of his pointed ears turn pink and coils of ivy curl around your wrist]

“N-No, I… I-I didn’t grow it just for you… It just happened!”

[Pause]

“Y-You’re mean, you know that? Here. English muffin, fresh jam, and some bacon. Let’s see… We have an order for more bags of tea leaves b-but I didn’t see any reservations for the shop in your schedule today.”

[Pause]

[He starts, taken aback]

“...H-Harvest Festival…? Oh. I-Isn’t that when you humans get together to… t-to start courting?”

[Pause]

“Oh… So… you may be wed soon, mm? T-That’s how it works, right? You go to plinth, an interested person will give you a token of their affection, a-and if you agree, y-you court?”

[Pause]

[His shoulders slump and some of the flowers turn black]

“... I-I guess that means… I-I can’t sleep with you anymore…”

[Pause]

“I know I have my own room, b-but… You know what, n-never mind, we should just focus on setting up t-the shop for tomorrow.”

[Pause]

[Ciaran turns to you and gestures angrily]

“I-I don’t WANT a day off from the shop, I want YOU!”

[Silence fills the cottage as the anger in his eyes turns into heartache and tears]

“S-Sorry… I-I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to shout…I-I-I…”

[His voice cracks and he hides his face behind his hands, shoulders shaking]

“I-It’s not fair! I-I’ve been with you f-for YEARS now! W-Working at the shop, h-helping around the house, l-love…”

[He freezes, shaking]

“...I-I’m sorry… I should go…”

[You take his hand and he flinches as flowers, petals, leaves, and even fruit bloom and fall from his mane]

“...d-don’t…go?”

[Pause]

“A-Aye, OK… We can talk. C’mon, let’s just sit at the kitchen t-table.”

[SFX: Chairs squeaking]

“Look...F-Fae and humans… w-we aren’t meant to… I-I’m mean to be t-tormenting you, not… Not f-falling in love… People in t-town still hardly tolerate me, e-even years later, and I know you don’t talk about it, b-but… I’ve seen the bruises f-from where they’ve harassed you… I-I know it’s only a few, a-and most of the town supports you and our business, but… If… if they came here, one night, with torches and pitchforks… it’d be my fault.”

[Pause]

“... It’s been so hard… h-hiding my feelings for this long… I wanted, s-so badly, just to be close to you as often as p-possible. I knew this… would happen, and I t-thought I’d be ready to let go by now… b-but…”

[He begins to sob again]

“I can’t! I-I can’t do it! Maybe if I w-were a better Fae, o-or even m-more manly and strong, I-I’d be able to let you go! Ngh… b-beans, it’s happening again, ngah…c-can’t breathe, I-I can’t…!”

[You go to his side and rub his back gently as he pants and counts in his language]

“S-Sorry… I’m so sorry…”

[Pause]

“H-Huh…? I… y-yes, OK, I grew the lobelia for you. I-Is it still blooming? You should probably g-grab some before it wilts, then…”

[SFX: Hair/leaves shuffling and Ciaran sighing]

“You’re welcome…”

[Pause]

“...h-huh? “You accept”? A-Accept what?”

[Pause]

“M-My… plinth?”

[His eyes dart from yours down to the lobelia and back again]

“T-The lobelia… W-Wait, you mean-?”

[You smile and he leaps up, laughing and crying at the same time as he embraces you]

“T-Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Mmh, c’mere, let me kiss ya properly!”

[He does, all over your face and crown before he finally manages to snag your lips]

“I love you! I-I…”

[He cocks his head a bit and smiles dreamily as you cup his face]

“I have to do this right, though… Give me a month. Can you handle t-the shop in that time?”

[Pause?]

“Please… trust me. I can’t say too much without risking cursing you, myself, or both of us. I n-need you to trust me, OK?”

[...Pause]

“Good. I’ll be back on the full moon. P-Please, stay safe, and keep the bed warm for my return.”

[He kisses you one more time before, with a bit of magic and many falling tea leaves, he’s gone]

[To be continued]