“Darling,” the fae whispers into the mortal’s ear, through a smiling mouthful of pointed teeth. “You need only say my name three times, and I’ll be yours forever.”

“X…” the mortal murmurs, and the fae’s breath quickens. The mortal turns around, meeting the fae’s eyes, and repeats xirself, close and intimate in the space between them. “X…”

Xe leans forward, xir lips almost brushing the fae’s, longing, and pauses for a long moment. “No.”

“No?!”

“I’m out of your league,” the mortal says, but kisses the fae anyway. “Better luck next time, it’s been fun.”

“…What?”

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