Part 3 of: Fae!Harry (Patreon)

HIIIII :D SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS IN THE FORMS! So I thought I'd bring him back :-) You know I love a fish-out-of-water concept; they're just so fun and cute to write!!

The next blurb will probably be Friday, going into Saturday!! (FUTURE ME HERE TO SAY, it'll be late Saturday night probably!!) And with that, hopefully the poll for what kinks we want to see for this year's kinktober!!

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iii.

It actually only takes Y/N a day to make her decision.

She probably should have spent more time debating it, honestly. It isn’t every day that a creature you believe to be a bunny is actually a fairy man wishing to experience human life to some degree. It also isn’t every day they ask you to be their human life guide in exchange for granting wishes. This requires a level of discernment that is beyond Y/N’s capabilities on a weekend. Weekends are meant for resting and rotting; she showers when she wants, whenever; she ambles around her flat aimlessly and maybe cleans if she has enough motivation; she watches TV and scrolls on her phone without a thought in her head. Y/N can barely decide if she wants to spend time washing her face or not most of the time on a Saturday (the teenage trauma of acne does relatively well to convince her, though), let alone make a decision this big. 

Still, there is something about Harry that is very convincing. She isn’t sure if he’s using magic on her to make her less skeptical of him or if he is genuinely so pure in his intentions that she recognizes no need to be wary. He’s so curious about the world around them, even just little things, like her TV, nail polish, the feel of her sofa (“My human, this is such a horrible seat; how do you possibly spend time here?”). And while he has a lot of questions, he typically takes what Y/N says as truth, which is both good and bad. Good because she doesn’t feel like paying 20 questions over why the reality show they’re watching his censoring curse words if they all know what they’re saying anyway, and bad because she doesn’t want to lead him astray. She prefaces everything with, “Now, Harry, to be honest, I’m only guessing here. I don’t have the answers for everything.” And he nods and then listens intently. 

She also suspected it would be more awkward with him here, and in some ways it is, only because Y/N is used to living alone. If she laughs at something, she isn’t used to a giggle stirring beside her. When her stomach growls, she’s not used to a head perking up and inquiring if she wants to eat. Once she goes to shower (wondering if that would wake her up from whatever dream she was having), she’s not used to someone asking, “Is it normal to take 25 minutes in the shower for a human? Do you do baths? Us fae love to take baths.” 

But it isn’t annoying. It’s actually sort of nice – Y/N doesn’t mind living alone, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t times she wishes that she had a roommate. Even him in his bunny form, was nice during the thunderstorm, instead of being entirely alone. Though Harry does make a habit of following her around, quiet on his feet, intrigued by everything she’s doing. She has to tell him that humans don’t necessarily watch each other pee, and he seemed a little bum, but otherwise, he figured out that the bathroom is a private space. 

And as much as Y/N wants to pick his brain about his world, he’s much too interested in hers for there to be any time to dig into that. 

That first night, Y/N had been concerned about what sleeping would look like for him. He’d already expressed how horrible her sofa was, and she knew that, so she wouldn’t force him to sleep on it. It’s not like her bed is much better; however, she knew that she should offer it to him as her guest. But when she offered it, Harry denied her. “I could not take your bed from you. What kind of guest would I be if I did that?” Well, you’d be Niall, is what she thinks, but he doesn’t know Niall yet, so she bites her tongue, “Would it make you more comfortable if I slept in my bunny form? I can use that beautiful box you made for me.” 

Y/N considered it. “But doesn’t it get uncomfortable, not being in your body?” 

Harry does look a bit sheepish, tipping his head down some as he nodded, “Ah, yes. . .yes, it doesn’t feel very good after a while. But this is something I can bear for my first human friend’s comfort!” His smile was so good-natured that Y/N just couldn’t make him do something that would make him feel any pain. 

So they came to decide on a happy medium. Y/N made him a human-sized pallet on the floor. The first layer was the new downy mattress topper that she had been planning on breaking out that Sunday after she washed her sheets.  On top of that, she had two thick winter comforters to cushion it even more, and then two thinner blankets for him to sleep beneath. Folded at the end of the pallet was a knit throw in case he got cold in the middle of the night. She lined the edges with pillows, so it looked more like a nest than anything else, and she grimaced as she stepped back and looked at it. This would be good for a human – probably more than a human could ask for when staying the night at someone’s house. But for a fairy, who believes her to be impoverished? Well, she imagined he’d be disgusted by it. 

Instead, he gleamed as soon as she declared it finished, “I know it isn’t much, but –” 

“Oh, it is beautiful,” he told her, and the sincerity in his tone is more than she’s heard from like. . .anyone, she thinks, when they’ve complimented something she’s done. “You have a knack for nest-making. Is this what you do during your mating cycle?” 

“My what?” 

Harry dropped to his knees on the bed. He’d changed into a different robe – thinner than the one she met him in, but the same satin-like material. It drapes over his body delicately, showing off planes of smooth, rather pale skin. Y/N wonders if there’s no sun where he’s from, or maybe the UV rays are just not harsh enough to strike a tan. She isn’t even sure if his skin works like hers – every so often, when the light catches it just right, it almost glitters like he’d covered himself in a fine dusting of sparkles. He keeps his groin covered, though Y/N can tell that this is a conscious effort made by him. Are fairies nudists?  

He snuggled his face into the pillows and breathed in deeply, and Y/N didn’t know what to make of that. He unearthed himself to rest his cheek against the pillow he’d be laying his head on, giving her a dopey, dimpled grin. 

“What a lovely human,” he murmured dreamily, “This is very nice. I feel comforted by your scent, and will have a very restful sleep tonight.” 

Y/N finished up the rest of her nightly routine before crawling into bed, wearing thin shorts that she’d reserved for sleepovers with people who weren’t Niall. She didn’t necessarily want to drop her pants in front of him and sleep how she usually does, in just a big shirt and underwear, so she’d make do with this. It was weird that the night before she’d been worried about a bunny spending the night, and now she’s worried about a legitimate mythical being. Things had changed so vastly in the last 24 hours; she still isn’t sure she’s not having the most incredibly vivid dream right now. Her brain whirred like it was trying to power down for the night, despite her thoughts racing. How was she going to sleep with him on the floor beside her? She’d done it the night prior, but he’d been a bunny the night prior, at least when she closed her eyes.

“Oh, human,” he began, startling her out of her daze. He definitely knew her name – she’d told it to him earlier in the day, thinking that it would help with his ‘human’ habit, but he seemed keen on keeping that up. “I sense you are filled with some worry. I assure you, tonight we will sleep very well.” 

Y/N peered over the edge of the bed to look at him, and found he was already looking at her, “Hm? How did you know that? And how will we – are you going to sprinkle sleep dust on me or something?” 

Harry, who was resting his cheek in his palm, didn’t break eye contact. “I wish I could say it is because I’m astute, but my magic helps me sense emotions very well. Your worry vibrates through me the moment you feel it,” he explained, “But I know we will sleep well because I always sleep better when I sense another’s soul and heart nearby. It brings me great ease, and with that, unbothered rest. What is this sleep dust? Do humans have that?” 

He’s so gentle in his words that Y/N does feel the tension ooze from her muscles almost instantaneously. 

“Our sleep dust is called melatonin,” she told him, “Or Magnesium Glycinate.” 

And Harry had been right! Y/N had actually slept better than she had in the last 4-5 years. There’s no residual grogginess when her eyes flutter open, and she’s still in her room, not captured in a cage or something to be a fairy’s indentured servant. Harry is awake beside her, thumbing through a magazine that he must have plucked from beneath her bed (she isn’t even sure how it got there; honestly, she can’t remember the last time she bought a magazine – it might be Niall’s). He dragged his fingers around some of the outfits worn by celebrities and sighed – he wasn’t sure if he knew she was awake or not when he spoke quietly, “It is so sad; none of you know how to dress. Even your most wealthy.” But then he turned to her and did not look surprised when she was already looking at him, “I will have robes made for you with great haste when I return home. 

Maybe it was because she was well rested. Maybe it was because she cooked them breakfast and Harry thanked her, then moaned as soon as he tasted syrup on a waffle and told her she was the best chef in the human world. Or maybe it was because the sunlight in her kitchen had sliced through the windows, and it managed to make him look twice as beautiful and alluring as he already did.

 Whatever the reason, Y/N almost didn’t realize she’d opened her mouth to speak until she already said the words. 

“I’ll do it,” she said, watching as Harry licked his tongue over the thick, sweet syrup on his fork, pausing when she began speaking. “Um – being your guide to the human world. I’ll do it.” 

The grin that breaks out over Harry’s face is so bright, Y/N thinks it could blind her. 

This leads them to right now, and right now is Y/N at the grocery store with Harry. Taking him on a Sunday might not have been the brightest idea, but Y/N is a firm believer in ‘there’s no time like the present,’ so throwing him in the deep end seemed smart before they left the house. She explained some things to him briefly, but she knew that a lot of what he learned would probably need to be trial by fire. And there was nothing more fiery than every single person deciding to shop for food at the same time, on the same day, pissed off that their weekend was nearly done, and overstimulated by all the people mirroring them. Hell, Y/N might not have even gone today if not for her trying to figure out what to do with him, to give him the experience he’s looking for. And ‘hunting for food’ was on his list. 

She got him dressed in her clothes, which were rather tight on him and sort of slutty (especially the shorts), but she thinks they could pass it off as laundry day. Y/N leaves his luscious hair alone, because she truly didn’t think her hands were good enough to touch something that beautiful. It bounces while they walk, even. 

They get a lot of looks because Harry does seem pretty scantily clad, and he’s also tall and beautiful, and he’s looking around like he’d been locked in a basement his whole life and is finally returning to civilization. Y/N ignores them, though – she never lets things like that get to her, and she doesn’t want Harry to get a weird complex about humans. 

“The key to grocery shopping, especially when it’s this busy,” Y/N began, like a wise sage as she gripped the cart and trucked forward, “Is to duck and dodge like a butterfly. You have to move like you’ve got somewhere to be in 10, and avoid all the other shoppers who are working at the same pace.” She clicked her phone, “I make a list, so I’m not wandering aimlessly and forgetting things. Some people raw dog it. My goal is to get in and out of here as quickly as possible, so that’s not what I do.”  

Harry is nodding, “Okay, so what do we do if during the hunt, someone grabs something that you want? Do we kill them?” He pointed with his thumb at the man who was looking at the syrups, which Harry just found out he was very into. 

“Oh my god, no!” Y/N gasped, shaking her head, “By no means! Usually, a situation like that doesn’t happen -- they’re pretty well stocked.” Then, for a worried second, Y/N wondered if fairies were killing people over resources and what the hell that was about, until Harry seemingly breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Thank goodness,” he said, smiling, “I told the others that was rather barbaric, but they seem to believe humans still engage in such practice. I’m glad to hear they are wrong.” 

What on earth were they learning about humans in the fairy world?