The Unblessed - Part 3
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Summary: Everybody knows to stay away from the forest, where the Seelie and Unseelie courts remain as a permanent danger to humans. But when the people in your village begin to starve and you face a dangerous journey to the land of the fae, you never think of the consequences it may bring… Until the Prince of Winter himself sets his eyes on you.
Warnings: Explicit smut, NSFW, mentions of violence.
Word count: 5188
A.N: Yes, this is my first smut ever, and yes, this series has apparently consumed my soul. Please, PLEASE let me know what you think… Enjoy!
As usual, dedicated to the wonderful Ella @buckysinthesinbin for encouraging me at every step of the way when all I wanted to do was spontaneously combust and for being an awesome friend. Here’s to burning in hell together.
Home, it turns out, is a vast palace that belongs to the winter court. You keep slipping in and out of consciousness, so determining the exact location of the place is impossible, but once the fae passes a giant set of doors you’re welcomed by a warm wind and the sound of people talking.
The place is crawling with fae, tall beautiful creatures with flawless skin and perfect features that seem to float around the place rather than walk, bodies moving gracefully over the marble floors. There’s one detail though, something that makes the beauty shatter once you pay attention for too long, when their faces morph into masks of disgust and rosebud eyes glare at you from all directions, the fair folk snarling at you with teeth like thorns.
You feel yourself being carried through various halls, climbing stairs, doors opening and closing behind you until you end up in a large bedroom, where your companion places you on the bed and turns around without a second look, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone.
Almost immediately, you sit up on the bed, scanning the room for any object that can get you out of there, to no avail, choosing to rummage through the drawers of the bedside table instead, hoping to find a way out or at least a weapon, your mind just registering that you’ve been brought right into the lion’s den.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” The male voice coming from behind you makes you jump, your entire body tensing as you turn around slowly, hoping to find a fae ready to snap you in half, but instead, your eyes find a pair of sky blue eyes hidden under blonde strands of hair, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. What’s more interesting, the air doesn’t change around him, and even though there is an ethereal feel about this man, his eyes don’t spark and his skin doesn’t glisten, and his smile is as warm as the summer that’s just vanished.
He’s a human.