Long fingers skimmed over his skin, making Dipper suck in a breath and squirm. Slim hands pushed his shirt higher over his stomach, and Dipper arched up, pushing his sensitive belly closer to the touch. The hands pushed right back, harder, pushing him even deeper into the undergrowth of the forest floor. Dead leaves sent up their dank scents around the two, but it couldn't mask the smell of poisons and honey that wafted from the man, no just figure, that perched above him.
It couldn't be another man, Dipper knew. The figure's very appearance and behavior was proof of that. The way Dipper had been floundering through the bush and bramble, and suddenly a lithe figure had stood before him. With long limbs, too long to be human, and golden hair, too golden to be human. Like you could clip off a few locks and sell them for a fortune in town. Its face was long and sharp and too beautiful for words, inhumanly so. It was almost unblemished facade, aside from its bodies unnatural length and starved skinniness, but there was one last thing that clearly spoke what this figure truly was.
It lacked an eye. Not like its eye was covered, or had been somehow gouged out. The entire upper left side of its face was smooth, an expanse of dark, golden freckled skin, uninterrupted. As if the eye had never existed or grown there in the first place. That lack of an eye, combined with the way the remaining one was butter yellow with a slit pupil and glittering with curiosity, cruelty, and lust, was enough to convince Dipper that the figure standing before him was not human. And Dipper knew what it was instead. Dipper knew far too well, and feared for his life because of it.
Dipper, a simple boy from a simple village, had found a Fae, and done so completely by accident. Dipper had never thought he'd actually find a Faerie in the woods.
Yet it was no secret that the Fae sometimes appeared in the forests of the tiny village, Gravity Falls. Tourist came to see them and went missing, found days later with their wrists slit or flowers growing out of their gaping mouths, or sometimes, they were just never found. People who had lived in Gravity Falls their whole life left out bowls of milk and stayed away from tree stumps with holes in the middle, and checked the spaces around their beds before getting up in the morning. So Dipper knew about their existence.
But he'd never expected to actually find one, and the witnesses were usually chased away or killed if they saw them. Not pushed immediately over and straddled across the waist, with unnaturally long, bare, and perfect legs kneeling on either side of their hips, and not with blindingly golden hair draped over their neck and face, and dark skinned, long fingers tracing the lines of their chest under their shirt. This Fae was doing it all wrong, breaking all the rules, upsetting the previous order of things. And it was making Dipper writhe, with not only growing pleasure as it teased around his nipples and pushed against his stomach, but also with horrible fear.
He hardly registered the black lips and sharp teeth as they descended onto his gaping mouth.
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Newly updated, since this utterly fantastic person commented on my mistakes. And no, I'm not being sarcastic; if you see mistakes tell me, I don't always notice.
In other news, I've put up a poll for whether or not I should write a a companion fic, or sister fic if you will, for this story. If all goes according to plan and ya'll think that's a good idea, it will be from Faerie Bill's point of view, and slightly longer. So feel free to go vote on that, or leave a review. Not sure how long it will take though, because I'm working on a few other things at the moment.
I also wanted to add the detail that I actually wrote this at church a while ago. So there's that.
Until then, thanks for reading, and byeeeeeeee!