I already posted this on AO3, but I like to have my stuff organized and in its place.
What do you get for falling in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble.
Marianne flew at high speed, far from the castle, far from Dawn, far from her father, the wedding and Roland. Only her pixies accompanied her in her madness, a little worried and flustered, but managing to keep up with the speed she was going at.
"How could you?" she thought out loud, "And in the wedding day!"
She felt stupid. Stupid and weak. For letting this go so far and for missing the red flags she had been getting from her ex-fiancé. Because this wasn't the first time she felt insecure about this whole thing in the three months they had been dating before getting engaged.
She had lost count of how many times he declined meeting with her because of "something important" that came up. What a cheating bastard! A liar! A son of a-!
"Woah!" she hit a flower she didn't see and lost her balance, losing control of her flight and rolling mid-air to the ground without any way to stop her. She felt like her wings were on fire, and cursed loudly at the perspective of having broken anything on them.
The fairy crashed into the floor with an undignified grunt, cursing loudly and screaming like a banshee for reasons that had nothing to do with pain. At least not physical pain. She felt lonely and humiliated, something she never had to feel before.
From her place in the dirt she blindly checked her wings' state, folding and unfolding them tentatively, happy when she didn't feel any more pain apart from the cramped muscles of her back. A bit of resting and she was good to go.
"You have quite the language there, fairy ," a voice she didn't recognize startled her, making her look up to the face of… a goblin.
But it wasn't just any goblin, it was the King! Bog, she thinks it was his name from what she remembers of her dad's politics classes back in the castle.
"No eating!" his scream made her jump, but she realized that he wasn't talking to her. "Brutus! I'm watching you!"
From somewhere behind her another goblin made a sound of regret.
Marianne blinked and jumped to her feet, finally realizing that she was in the Dark Forest. And a horde of goblins were surrounding her, with their King among them. She was toast.
"I come… in peace?" she smiled weakly.
Bog King eyed her, as if considering killing her or not.
"You know you are trespassing, right?"
"Yep."
"Did you come for a primrose petal?" his wings made an appearance, softly vibrating on his back and making him look more menacing.
"Nope," Marianne looked at the already cut primroses on the floor. They were cutting them when she abruptly made her appearance, she noticed. "To hell with those damn flowers. If you need help I can provide another pair of hands, by the way"
Bog blinked, astonished.
"Really?"
"Sure, why not? I have nothing to do. My plans for today are cancelled." Marianne looked down to her ruined wedding gown and clicked her tongue in distaste.
"How can I be sure that you are not a spy from the fairies, looking for a weakness?" Bog narrowed his eyes at her. She sighed.
"Look, if you want me to go, I'll go. I'm too tired for this right now. I found my fiancé with his tongue deep into another woman's throat not even an hour ago and my dad must be furious with me for cancelling the wedding at last minute and leaving without telling anyone. So yeah, I'm not in the mood to argue with distrusting goblins right now."
"This one is feisty," a goblin commented in the tense silence that followed, but Marianne kept looking at Bog in the eyes with determination.
She didn't know what passed on his mind then to make his striking blue eyes shine with so much emotion and understanding, but whatever it was managed to make him relax and sigh in exasperation.
"At least you are not singing," he finally said.
Marianne couldn't stop the laughter that erupted from deep into her chest.