A/N: This is based off something I saw on tumblr that a fae striking a deal with someone and asking for their firstborn and the individual thinking that means they're going to have sex. This is actually PG, nothing naughty.

"You should be certain this is what you want and what you're willing to pay." Iridescent eyes glimmered, spearing into her as though they could see all her secrets. A twist of a smile followed the words, ambivalent humor daring to show through the expression. Tendrils of rose-red hair flowed down his arms and back, the color a shock of vibrancy against the backdrop of moss covered trunks and the light fog of the forest.

Amon-Shinpi had traveled a long way to get here.

There was nothing she wouldn't do to get what she wanted. Nothing she wouldn't give to protect the people dear to her.

Dealing with the fae wasn't advised. In fact if anyone knew she'd been here she might well not be allowed back in the village. Everyone knew to stay out of the forest during a fog.

The air rested against her skin as though there were fingers gliding over her, toying with her until the hair on her nape rose from the sensation. A cool breeze that smelled strangely like wildflowers and not at all like the decay of underbrush ghosted around her, pulling at her hair where it attempted to be contained in a braid down her back. The creature before her wasn't the only thing in the forest with a crown of crimson, her thick strands were a deep rich red that spoke of rich clay.

His price was high, but her needs were greater than her reservations. This is how they got you, she'd heard stories since she was a child from her grandmother. The Other preyed on weakness and the willingness to sign away one's life in desperation. Calling in favors of blood or bone.

Still, she kept her chin level, allowed one eyebrow to arch upward and will steel resolve extended her hand. "It's a deal then."

"Last chance." He rose from his throne of vines, striding toward her on soundless feet. When he spoke again it was from behind her shoulder as he paced in a circle. "Once our hands touch, this will be set."

"If I wanted to run I wouldn't have made it here. I said it was a deal. Either you are capable of keeping your own bargain or you aren't. Shake my hand." Amon-Shinpi shifted to keep him in sight.

Lord of the Roses.

The Fox of the Trees.

An albeit charming Other, blessed with ethereal beauty which no doubt allowed him to strike deals with women half as desperate as herself. These trees belonged to him. While fairly ambivalent toward the humans who traipsed his woods, he was known for his deals. Everyone knew.

If you were willing to pay the debt, he'd heal any ailment.

The price was always different, depending on who you asked.

"Careful of your tone, I don't abide rudeness." He hummed, finally rounding to face her from the front.

"And I do not abide trickery." She told him sternly, playing a dangerous game inside of an already treacherous place.

"Then you came to the wrong place."

"Then this is where we part, I'm afraid. I will find someone else."

"You truly wish to agree, no matter the cost. Love has blinded you. I wonder what that must be like, to be so foiled by your own emotions." He tapped his chin with another smile, studying her from her damp bangs to her muddy leather boots. The end of her cloak told the story of the brambles and banks she'd trekked through to get where she was. Cuts on her arms and face spoke of the sharpness of the trees.

"I hope one day you may learn." Amon-Shinpi spoke evenly.

"We have a deal." He extended his hand to her. "I will rid your sister of her illness. She will regain her health and keep it, this turmoil fading like a fever dream from her body and mind. All for the trade of your first born child."

With a resolute not she extended her hand to him, ready to shake and visibly surprised when he lifted her knuckles to his lips.

The mist around them shivered, the excitement of the air vibrating over Amon-Shinpi's cheeks and arms. The smell of wildflowers grew and from the corner of her eyes she thought she saw movement but dared not look too closely. Exhaling, she pulled her hand free of the fae's hold. Reaching up to her neck she worked the clasp of her cloak open, folding it over her arm before assessing the creature before her.

For her sister, she'd do anything. Give anything away.

"She means everything to me." She told him.

"Let's hope time allows you to keep that sentiment. Regret is no reason to back out of a deal." He warned her, a gleam coming over his eyes.

"Regret is for those who do not have the strength to endure their consequences. I made my peace with my choice." Her assurance earned a knowing chuckle, as though this was something the being had heard many times before. Perhaps he had, she might be echoing the sentiments of every mortal he ever helped. She looked around them.

"Most people flee." He raised his eyebrows.

"That would be grounds for termination of our arrangement, I'd guess. I have no intention of forfeiting my sister's life." Her cobalt eyes traveled him from his crown of vines to his bare feet. "So, when do we begin?"

"Begin?" He tilted his head. "Might I ask you to elaborate?"

"You said you wanted my firstborn." She pulled her brows down. "That was the price I'm meant to pay."

"Indeed. The price you agreed to." He nodded, smile slipping as he tried to understand her motive for remaining in his domain. "I will call on you when the time comes."

"No, I believe it's best if we get this over with. So, when do we start? Human children take time to grow, I don't intend to drag this out." Amon-Shinpi's planted feet and level chin suddenly held a challenge in them, her squared stance daring and self-assured. "I won't be on call to be a plaything for you. We will do this now so we can both get what we want."

"Plaything?" He glanced over her again and then her meaning struck him as she began to undo the buckles of her leather bracers. Eye wide he blinked once. This was a first, actually. "Ah. Ah."

"You want a child, yes?" She gestured to him impatiently.

He hadn't meant he wanted to make one. But then, she didn't seem to realize she was mistaken. This was the deal to her, he could tell. And far be it from him to back out from an accepted arrangement.

"Indeed, I do."