Fey Sight
Forsnowshoebombay, I managed alot of firsts completing this fic! It is my first multi-part fic, my first attempt at Urban fantasy, and first Secret Santa! I hope you you like it! Happy Holidays!
Beta'd by my constant supporter enid_black. Chapters will be posted daily!
This is based on the prompt: an AU where Alfred is half supernatural and how he falls in love with Arthur. I also included the prompt: a short argument between Arthur and Alfred about how British English and American English differ in pronuncation (not sure if there's anything cute about it though! sorry!).
Arthur is a college student who has "the sight". Stuck in the US, he runs across Alfred, a young worker at the local supermarket/retail establishment who in Arthur's eyes has a set of wings! Flirtation ensues as two worlds collide. Can the two set of rules and places let them exist together?
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"Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere."
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-Midsummers Night Dream, William Shakespeare
PROLOGUE
“Arthur!”
The voice carried across the green lawn and gardens.
Arthur ignored it, his green eyes flashing with delight at what Peaseblossom had said. Her slight pixie form now rested on his shoulder, powdering his shirt with glitter. A little tug on the back of his hair told him that Posie was trying to braid his hair again. Little hands weaving tiny little knots that would make him curse when he tried to comb it. Today though, he didn’t care. It was his last day at home before he flew off to the States for Uni.
“So young Master,” Hob’s voice carried a slight mockery, but the little gnome was always caring towards Arthur. In return Arthur always brought favors such as buttons and thimbles to please the gnome. Hob always spoke as if Arthur was lucky and charmed and no one in Arthur’s life did that, except his mum sometimes.
His brothers hated him and he had done nothing to help his cause. Too late he had realized thathen had ruined the chance of good relationships with them. Being the ‘spoiled brat’ and other worse names of the family made him an outcast and hated.
“Off to your mortal lessons?”
“Something like that.” Arthur sighed as his favorite unicorn watched him from afar. “I dread it. Sometimes I wish I could just run away. Maybe if you would take me to Faerie?”
Hob laughed, “One cannot run away from things.”
“One can try,” countered Arthur stubbornly. He saw that the unicorn had taken the proffered apple as a treat, and it put a little happiness inside him.
There were soft chimes from his left, and brash ones from behind.
“The pixies are right. There is naught to fear, for we are always with you, and even those who cannot see us. For if Faerie is in your heart and mind, it always exists, no matter where you are.”
“Like Lothlorien?” Arthur mused. Bells tinkled around him.
“Arthur!” His mum’s voice picked up in agitation.
Hobs patted his knee reassuringly, “So if it deeply dwells in you, where can you run from it?”
Arthur laughed, “I want to run to Faerie, not from it!”
Wisely shaking his head Hobs noted, “Some things are better unseen.”
The sun shone down on their meeting and Arthur didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to fly seven hours to the country where everything had to be super-sized and instantly delivered. Didn’t want to have to hear his Father nattering on about how his grades were so good, or all the girls chasing him for his accent and finding out it was all for nothing. While musing, Arthur watched the bluebells nodding by daisies, the roses entwined around the far off fence of the yard as if he were n’t going to see it again.
“Arthur!”
Arthur knew when his mum was about to lose patience with him and kick off, so he finally called, responded loudly, “Mum! I’m here. Alright, yeah?”
Her hair was wild like his, and her eyes just as green. “Arthur! We’ve got to get you to your plane! And have you packed?”
“Mum, I’m twenty years old, not in primary anymore, yes, I’ve packed!”
“Well,” his mum drew a deep breath, “You have to make your plane on time, or your Father won’t like it if you miss it. Might not pay for it the next time.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Arthur started up the path to the house. His friends were gone, he noted, the resting unicorn no longer on the green and Hobs and the pixies vanished, although he had a feeling that Posie was in hiding in his hair.
“Hey now, no stowaways.” A sad chime came back.
“What?” Arthur’s mum asked.
“Nothing,” Arthur sighed. He looked over the greenery and the soft shining dust twinkling in the sun from Posie flying away.
The wind rushed by suddenly, and he could swear within the breeze was a female voice saying, “Careful for what you wish for, Mortal.” The leaves laughed at him, shaking through the wind.
Arthur shook his head and mentally prepared him for the long flight to the states. At least Kiku would be there, and he could always do his experiment of tempting a house sprite into his dormitory. He shook his head, and, heavy hearted, climbed past the rich gardens to his house.
Beta'd by my constant supporter enid_black. Chapters will be posted daily!
This is based on the prompt: an AU where Alfred is half supernatural and how he falls in love with Arthur. I also included the prompt: a short argument between Arthur and Alfred about how British English and American English differ in pronuncation (not sure if there's anything cute about it though! sorry!).
Arthur is a college student who has "the sight". Stuck in the US, he runs across Alfred, a young worker at the local supermarket/retail establishment who in Arthur's eyes has a set of wings! Flirtation ensues as two worlds collide. Can the two set of rules and places let them exist together?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere."
span>
-Midsummers Night Dream, William Shakespeare
PROLOGUE
“Arthur!”
The voice carried across the green lawn and gardens.
Arthur ignored it, his green eyes flashing with delight at what Peaseblossom had said. Her slight pixie form now rested on his shoulder, powdering his shirt with glitter. A little tug on the back of his hair told him that Posie was trying to braid his hair again. Little hands weaving tiny little knots that would make him curse when he tried to comb it. Today though, he didn’t care. It was his last day at home before he flew off to the States for Uni.
“So young Master,” Hob’s voice carried a slight mockery, but the little gnome was always caring towards Arthur. In return Arthur always brought favors such as buttons and thimbles to please the gnome. Hob always spoke as if Arthur was lucky and charmed and no one in Arthur’s life did that, except his mum sometimes.
His brothers hated him and he had done nothing to help his cause. Too late he had realized thathen had ruined the chance of good relationships with them. Being the ‘spoiled brat’ and other worse names of the family made him an outcast and hated.
“Off to your mortal lessons?”
“Something like that.” Arthur sighed as his favorite unicorn watched him from afar. “I dread it. Sometimes I wish I could just run away. Maybe if you would take me to Faerie?”
Hob laughed, “One cannot run away from things.”
“One can try,” countered Arthur stubbornly. He saw that the unicorn had taken the proffered apple as a treat, and it put a little happiness inside him.
There were soft chimes from his left, and brash ones from behind.
“The pixies are right. There is naught to fear, for we are always with you, and even those who cannot see us. For if Faerie is in your heart and mind, it always exists, no matter where you are.”
“Like Lothlorien?” Arthur mused. Bells tinkled around him.
“Arthur!” His mum’s voice picked up in agitation.
Hobs patted his knee reassuringly, “So if it deeply dwells in you, where can you run from it?”
Arthur laughed, “I want to run to Faerie, not from it!”
Wisely shaking his head Hobs noted, “Some things are better unseen.”
The sun shone down on their meeting and Arthur didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to fly seven hours to the country where everything had to be super-sized and instantly delivered. Didn’t want to have to hear his Father nattering on about how his grades were so good, or all the girls chasing him for his accent and finding out it was all for nothing. While musing, Arthur watched the bluebells nodding by daisies, the roses entwined around the far off fence of the yard as if he were n’t going to see it again.
“Arthur!”
Arthur knew when his mum was about to lose patience with him and kick off, so he finally called, responded loudly, “Mum! I’m here. Alright, yeah?”
Her hair was wild like his, and her eyes just as green. “Arthur! We’ve got to get you to your plane! And have you packed?”
“Mum, I’m twenty years old, not in primary anymore, yes, I’ve packed!”
“Well,” his mum drew a deep breath, “You have to make your plane on time, or your Father won’t like it if you miss it. Might not pay for it the next time.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Arthur started up the path to the house. His friends were gone, he noted, the resting unicorn no longer on the green and Hobs and the pixies vanished, although he had a feeling that Posie was in hiding in his hair.
“Hey now, no stowaways.” A sad chime came back.
“What?” Arthur’s mum asked.
“Nothing,” Arthur sighed. He looked over the greenery and the soft shining dust twinkling in the sun from Posie flying away.
The wind rushed by suddenly, and he could swear within the breeze was a female voice saying, “Careful for what you wish for, Mortal.” The leaves laughed at him, shaking through the wind.
Arthur shook his head and mentally prepared him for the long flight to the states. At least Kiku would be there, and he could always do his experiment of tempting a house sprite into his dormitory. He shook his head, and, heavy hearted, climbed past the rich gardens to his house.