I was in a bind. Life was already precarious enough for my kind. Developing a preference for certain buyers was highly undesirable.

I sold sparkle on the streets, better than any pharmaceutical. I waited until a customer was truly hooked on the prettier, Day-Glo brightness they lacked in their humdrum world. Then I brought them in deeper. I would negotiate for luscious, beautiful dreams, a perfect substitute for a shitty existence.

I cut harder deals than most; my fantasies were the best, which meant I needed fewer consumers. However, that also meant they were more likely to die in a frenzy, unable to cope, when they couldn’t pay for a fix, even for just a few nights.

It also meant that I was gambling for higher stakes. Though I liked it that way, the rewards were so choice; I had to play it smart. Keep a cool head and stay rational around my nutty human regulars. I couldn’t risk getting picked up by the Council’s radar. I’d be eliminated. It’s just not done, being seen at all by humans, much less engaging in… trade.

And that would be where I had fucked up. I’d grown more than a little enamored of one of my clients, and it was fucking with my concentration.

(Y/N)… She was so fucking hot, with her absolutely toothsome curves and air of vulnerability. Every night I hoped she’d summon me to her again, ask for something more than just sparkle.

I knew she had nightmares every night, that she had trouble sleeping. I watched her in my shiny bauble as she moped around, clearly miserable whenever she wasn’t intoxicated on the effervescent sparkle I’d sold her.

I could give her more than a great high; I offered the best dreams of her life! She’d be in an illusory delusion that tasted sweeter than any Heaven, I’d make sure of it. All she had to do was summon me. Well, and pay the price, of course. I knew exactly what I wanted in exchange.

I flitted around my cave, anxious. It had been five days! I watched her intently from my shiny gewgaw as she fingered the scroll I’d given her. She was obviously thinking about sending for me, why wouldn’t she just do it?!? I ignored calling after calling, hoping for (Y/N) to beckon to me.

Just as I felt myself starting to lose my temper, I got precisely what I wanted. I heard her voice echoing in my mind. “Andrew, I recall you to my side…” I didn’t wait for her to finish.

As soon as I willed it, I was in (Y/N)’s bedroom. Her lovely eyes widened, still a little shocked at my sudden appearance, even after all this time.

I fluttered my dark wings for effect and gave her my most enticing smile. “You rang, precious thing?”

It felt glorious to feel her eyes running over me. I knew damned well what I looked like, and I wanted (Y/N) to drink in every inch. Fairies come in all kinds, darling. All kinds.

She hesitated. “Yeah, I-“

I knelt by her knee, near where she sat on her bed. I didn’t just want to sell her on my hallucinations, I wanted to be closer. I knew she smelled good. “-You want relief? You are weary of the shit of this world, yes? You know I can make you feel better than you ever have, better than anyone you know ever has. Just ask.” Experimentally, I put a hand on her knee, loving how she stared at it and lightly trembled at my touch.

She looked better than a confectioner’s store, both delicate and sexy at the same time. I decided to keep going; I wanted to reel her in this time. “The sparkle isn’t enough anymore is it?”

(Y/N) shook her head, looking ashamed and staring at my hand where it rested. I clucked at her and pulled her chin back up as I stood. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting something better and brighter, bonbon!”

I flicked one of my antennae, making fairy dust shimmer off. Predictably, (Y/N) grinned, delighted. “It’s only natural! We just need to reach an agreement, make a deal, and all that nonsense.”

(Y/N) frowned, clearly worried, and I felt a tug of sympathy. I tried to harden my resolve as she spoke quietly. “How does it work? What do I get? What do you want?”

I took a second to adjust my hair and think. I was dancing wingless on the edge of a razor blade, here. “Well, I sell dreams by the night to those who wish for something better than a crummy imitation. We just have to agree on a price.”

She brightened. “I make good pay-“

Without thinking, I cut her off. “-That’s not what I want. I have enough money.”

Again, her elegant brow furrowed over her nose. “But…”

It was then that I really lost my head. I knelt beside her again. “I want you! I want to sink my cock between your thighs and pump you full of spunk!”

Shit! That was not what I meant to say! I quickly dashed up towards her ceiling and hovered, embarrassed and worried she might take a swing at me.

But (Y/N) said nothing, only looked shocked. I lost my temper at her obliviousness and started yelling angrily. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m crazy about you! I sell dreams, I’m as fucking hot as any piddling human man, and yet you haven’t even asked if I was interested! You don’t even look at me!”

Her pretty face turned red and I caught the edge of a half-smile as she looked at her feet. “I didn’t think-“

Well, fuck. I had lost my marbles, so I might as well go all in. I zipped back down and took one of (Y/N)’s hands in both of mine. She had lovely hands, with meticulously kept nails. Hnnn… “-I have a second offer. Listen!”

A part of me screamed that this was insane, that I could get caught. I ignored it and followed my candy-coated heart. “Be mine! Be my girl! As long as you’ll have me, I’ll give you a castle in the air, make you queen of the sea, whatever you want! I can create any dream, whatever you desire.”

My wings were taut and my antennae fully extended, my nerves were so on edge. I made sure to catch her wide eyes as I spoke. “Anything. I can give you anything. Tell me what you yearn for, what you crave and fantasize about, and I will create it for you. Just be mine.”

She looked away, flushing again. Aw, fuck! Was I about to get turned down? I’d never offered to-

Her words silenced my doubts and created a mental explosion. “What I want most is you, Andrew.”

Me? Nothing else? My mouth hung open as I actually fell clean over onto her floor. My legs and wings had failed me! “Uh, what?”

(Y/N) looked so bashful and pretty as she spoke. “You’re all I think about anymore. I know being infatuated with you is stupid and pointless, so-“

Quickly I sat back up. “-It’s not! I feel the same! I can bestow longevity on you to match mine; I’m a man, even if I’m not human, I have feelings…” I was talking about so much I never acknowledged, I felt a little dizzy from excitement.

I shook my head to clear it. “Commit to our pact and consider it done! I’ll visit you very night, or I can stay with you, whatever you want. And you can end it if you tire of me-“

(Y/N) smiled. “-Alright, I agree.”

I chuckled, my mind racing. “That’s not how you commit to a pledge of this nature, cookie.” She cocked her head, not following. “To be direct, you need to let me cum in that sweet, little poontang of yours.”

Her jaw dropped and I struggled to repair the situation. “Uh, I can’t get you pregnant. We have a different chromosome count. I, uh… it’s just part of the transaction.” I staggered awkwardly. “U-uhm, is that bad?”

I supposed, technically, we didn’t exactly need to have sex right away. But if she wanted to stop aging, that was how I could do it. And my libido had told me it was just fine to gloss over the particulars. Had I been too hasty?

Notes

This is a gift for a friend, and the idea came from them. They've graciously allowed me to share it here.

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Arch-nemesis: Note that I don't require some hundred-odd chapters to establish that my fairy-AB and the female protagonist are ready to knock boots. :p