Glitters & Sparkles [Onkey] [PG-13] [1/1]
Title: Glitters & Sparkles
Pairing: Onkey
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fantasy!AU, romance, humor, fluff
Word Count: 1,548
Summary: Key has finally met his match.
A/N: I adore this secret santa fic. ;_; Thank you over and over to lovely salted_taiyaki !
Nymphs are masters of seduction; this is a wide known fact. They are dangerous in their wit and charm. Deep in the woods lives the most infamous of the lands nymphs - Key, known for starting wars by trapping king's sons with a wicked smile and mystifying wink. Not that violence works against a nymph, Key simply grew bored of the regal men and released them back to their families in due time.
But due to his reputation, Key finds himself lonely. No one dares to wander into his part of the wood, the light trails of pink glitter from his soft foot falls enough to turn even the weariest of travelers in a different direction.
Key sits in his small cabin, bright with color and candles. The sweetest smell the world can conjure wafts from every inch of the lodging, tempting any passersby.
“Aish, I'm so bored,” he comments, chin resting in the palm of his hand as he gazes out one of his long glass windows, doors pushed open to allow the chirps of the birds to serenade the single occupant. He lazily draws hearts in the layer of glitter coating the window sill, dropping from his wings with every slight flicker.
“Hello?”
Key perks up, eyes lighting up at the sound of the confused voice, drifting through the trees on the back of a soft breath of wind. Someone stumbled onto his land? Who would be so foolish … No matter! His moccasin clad feet hit the floor without a sound and he appears to float more than walk out his doorway into the lush greens of the forest.
“Hello?” the voice calls again, the word growing more desperate.
Oh goodness, the perfect opportunity for some fun! Key's wings beat a rhythm of a hummingbird's, excitement and anticipation rolling up.
Just as breaks from the tree line blocking any view of his residence, Key's gaze lands on a man stumbling through his vast valley of flowers. They're designed to draw people in, but this man is falling and brushing through them like he doesn't even notice. Key's nose scrunches in disgust - so much for his tedious planting.
“Hello - Oh!” the man stops, catches sight of Key, and a wide grin catches the corners of his lips. It almost makes up for the sweat and grime coating his face.
“Are you lost?” Kibum asks, voice carried across the field like a spring melody.
The man nods vigorously. “Yes! Yes I am, I somehow lost my way after the waterfall - could you please help me?”
Key smirks. “Of course.”
Before the man has time to fully take in the words, Key is at his side, milky white hands grazing the sun beaten skin of his arm. “I'm - I'm Prince Onew, by the way,” he informs, gulping as the nymph's soft caresses carry up to his collar bone.
“I'm Key,” he says, breath of honeysuckle brushing past Onew's nose.
The prince runs a hand through brunette locks, limp from days of wandering. “Nice to meet you Key - Ah! Um, could you, please stop that?”
Key retracts his hand from where he had rested it against Onew's soft jawline. “Right, excuse me. Come to my cottage?”
Onew's hand falls to rest on his stomach. “If it isn't too much hassle for you?”
Catlike eyes half close, unnaturally blue eyes catching the glint of the sun and sparkling entrancingly at the man. “I'd be honored to host a prince.”
Onew doesn't question the nymph's intent. He follows the pink winged creature like a lost puppy, but not the way Key is accustomed to. Instead of looking lovestruck, or lust struck, the prince seems genuinely gleeful to have a helping hand. After his stomach is full and he's bathed, Key will have him singing a different tune.
“Oh, I really don't want to trouble you,” Onew protests, hands up, palms facing forward, when Key insists on his bathing.
Key fills the pearl ceramic tub, glides easily around the tub's feet to scatter petals of romantic scents along the warm water's surface. “It's no bother, my pet,” he sings, waving a finger to create a sea of bubbles.
Onew shakes his head. “But this is too much - “
Nimble fingers gracefully lift his tunic off. Key leans against Onew's back, whispers into his ear, “You need to be clean so I can dirty you up later.”
Onew shivers, not from Key but the sudden chill that washes over his exposed chest. “If you're sure you don't mind,” he says, wanting to be rid of the filth covering him just as much as he wants to be submersed in the steaming water.
With a blink, Key watches as the man undresses quickly. He dives right into the water, allowing Key no time to rightfully observe his finer qualities. With a huff, the nymph leaves the prince to bathe, unsatisfied with his ignorant actions. As if Key had no effect on him what so ever … He just needs food.
When the prince prances through the door, light on his toes in a fresh tunic and pants provided by his host, Key is just setting his dainty table with nourishment. Onew licks his lips and hardly gives Key time to tell him to eat before digging in. It's rather barbaric, but Key can't help but sit on the opposite side of the table and watch, toes curled. The man's childish face and lack of definition is pleasing, different from the more masculine and chizzled appearance of the other princes Key has sunk his claws into.
“So, where are you journeying to?” Key asks, wings quivering as Onew uses a napkin to pat his lips clean.
Onew piles the empty plates neatly, tries to be polite but nearly breaks a glass. “Oh,” he stutters, falters to set a fork straight, “Back to my kingdom. I was suppose to return with a wife … I suppose my father will be upset.”
“Do you suppose he's more upset that you're taking so long to get back?”
“Oh, no, he expects this. In fact, he told me if I didn't have a wife by the time I came home, I should get lost in the woods and allow the devilish nymphs to have their way with me.” Onew speaks easily, as if he isn't talking about his father's own disappointment in him.
“Devilish nymphs?” Key repeats, interest sparking.
Onew nods. “Oh, yes, the ones who seduce princes and - “ he stops here, eyebrows pinching together in thought.
Key floats above his seat, wings furiously working, heart racing to see if the young man has made the connection.
“You wouldn't happen to know of any nymphs in this area? I just remembered one of the most dangerous lives in these parts. If I were to stumble into his lair, I would surely be done for!”
Onew jumps in confusion when vicious laughter tears through the small room. Key is practically rolling on the floor, clutching his sides. Tears form and glitter flies.
“What's so funny?” Onew questions, standing up to further inspect the man, “Are you okay?”
Lifting himself back to his feet, Key wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, flicking the tears away while his body still wracks with chuckles of amusement. “Prince, I'm going to tell you this, but only because you seem too lost to figure it out for yourself.”
Onew's body stiffens when Key presses flush against him, hands roaming to his back just as soft lips catch his plump ones.
“You've already been caught,” Key whispers, lips moving against Onew's in a way that sends tingles down his spine.
The prince closes his eyelids, revels in the butterfly touches. “Oh.”
“Will you give in to me?”
“I don't see why not - but I haven't been able to court a single princess, are you really interested?”
Key pulls back, fine eyebrow raised. The man sounds so carefree … “Please, just, go take a nap. Maybe when you wake you'll be in the right state of mind … “
Onew smiles, youthful despite his age. “Whatever you say, some rest would be nice.”
The feather soft bed of pillows doesn't deter the prince and he falls into a peaceful sleep with the watchful eyes of the nymph over him. Key doesn't question his motives, just takes in the light hearted prince. This could be entertaining for a while.
A year later, no one in the kingdom connects the sudden halt in the infamous Key's antics with the disappearance of the prince. Both are just taken in stride as blessings upon the king who can now keep his manly sons safe from the prying fairy. But honestly, Key can care less for his manly sons - all he needs is this cheerful, blissfully ignorant fellow.
Pairing: Onkey
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fantasy!AU, romance, humor, fluff
Word Count: 1,548
Summary: Key has finally met his match.
A/N: I adore this secret santa fic. ;_; Thank you over and over to lovely salted_taiyaki !
Nymphs are masters of seduction; this is a wide known fact. They are dangerous in their wit and charm. Deep in the woods lives the most infamous of the lands nymphs - Key, known for starting wars by trapping king's sons with a wicked smile and mystifying wink. Not that violence works against a nymph, Key simply grew bored of the regal men and released them back to their families in due time.
But due to his reputation, Key finds himself lonely. No one dares to wander into his part of the wood, the light trails of pink glitter from his soft foot falls enough to turn even the weariest of travelers in a different direction.
Key sits in his small cabin, bright with color and candles. The sweetest smell the world can conjure wafts from every inch of the lodging, tempting any passersby.
“Aish, I'm so bored,” he comments, chin resting in the palm of his hand as he gazes out one of his long glass windows, doors pushed open to allow the chirps of the birds to serenade the single occupant. He lazily draws hearts in the layer of glitter coating the window sill, dropping from his wings with every slight flicker.
“Hello?”
Key perks up, eyes lighting up at the sound of the confused voice, drifting through the trees on the back of a soft breath of wind. Someone stumbled onto his land? Who would be so foolish … No matter! His moccasin clad feet hit the floor without a sound and he appears to float more than walk out his doorway into the lush greens of the forest.
“Hello?” the voice calls again, the word growing more desperate.
Oh goodness, the perfect opportunity for some fun! Key's wings beat a rhythm of a hummingbird's, excitement and anticipation rolling up.
Just as breaks from the tree line blocking any view of his residence, Key's gaze lands on a man stumbling through his vast valley of flowers. They're designed to draw people in, but this man is falling and brushing through them like he doesn't even notice. Key's nose scrunches in disgust - so much for his tedious planting.
“Hello - Oh!” the man stops, catches sight of Key, and a wide grin catches the corners of his lips. It almost makes up for the sweat and grime coating his face.
“Are you lost?” Kibum asks, voice carried across the field like a spring melody.
The man nods vigorously. “Yes! Yes I am, I somehow lost my way after the waterfall - could you please help me?”
Key smirks. “Of course.”
Before the man has time to fully take in the words, Key is at his side, milky white hands grazing the sun beaten skin of his arm. “I'm - I'm Prince Onew, by the way,” he informs, gulping as the nymph's soft caresses carry up to his collar bone.
“I'm Key,” he says, breath of honeysuckle brushing past Onew's nose.
The prince runs a hand through brunette locks, limp from days of wandering. “Nice to meet you Key - Ah! Um, could you, please stop that?”
Key retracts his hand from where he had rested it against Onew's soft jawline. “Right, excuse me. Come to my cottage?”
Onew's hand falls to rest on his stomach. “If it isn't too much hassle for you?”
Catlike eyes half close, unnaturally blue eyes catching the glint of the sun and sparkling entrancingly at the man. “I'd be honored to host a prince.”
Onew doesn't question the nymph's intent. He follows the pink winged creature like a lost puppy, but not the way Key is accustomed to. Instead of looking lovestruck, or lust struck, the prince seems genuinely gleeful to have a helping hand. After his stomach is full and he's bathed, Key will have him singing a different tune.
“Oh, I really don't want to trouble you,” Onew protests, hands up, palms facing forward, when Key insists on his bathing.
Key fills the pearl ceramic tub, glides easily around the tub's feet to scatter petals of romantic scents along the warm water's surface. “It's no bother, my pet,” he sings, waving a finger to create a sea of bubbles.
Onew shakes his head. “But this is too much - “
Nimble fingers gracefully lift his tunic off. Key leans against Onew's back, whispers into his ear, “You need to be clean so I can dirty you up later.”
Onew shivers, not from Key but the sudden chill that washes over his exposed chest. “If you're sure you don't mind,” he says, wanting to be rid of the filth covering him just as much as he wants to be submersed in the steaming water.
With a blink, Key watches as the man undresses quickly. He dives right into the water, allowing Key no time to rightfully observe his finer qualities. With a huff, the nymph leaves the prince to bathe, unsatisfied with his ignorant actions. As if Key had no effect on him what so ever … He just needs food.
When the prince prances through the door, light on his toes in a fresh tunic and pants provided by his host, Key is just setting his dainty table with nourishment. Onew licks his lips and hardly gives Key time to tell him to eat before digging in. It's rather barbaric, but Key can't help but sit on the opposite side of the table and watch, toes curled. The man's childish face and lack of definition is pleasing, different from the more masculine and chizzled appearance of the other princes Key has sunk his claws into.
“So, where are you journeying to?” Key asks, wings quivering as Onew uses a napkin to pat his lips clean.
Onew piles the empty plates neatly, tries to be polite but nearly breaks a glass. “Oh,” he stutters, falters to set a fork straight, “Back to my kingdom. I was suppose to return with a wife … I suppose my father will be upset.”
“Do you suppose he's more upset that you're taking so long to get back?”
“Oh, no, he expects this. In fact, he told me if I didn't have a wife by the time I came home, I should get lost in the woods and allow the devilish nymphs to have their way with me.” Onew speaks easily, as if he isn't talking about his father's own disappointment in him.
“Devilish nymphs?” Key repeats, interest sparking.
Onew nods. “Oh, yes, the ones who seduce princes and - “ he stops here, eyebrows pinching together in thought.
Key floats above his seat, wings furiously working, heart racing to see if the young man has made the connection.
“You wouldn't happen to know of any nymphs in this area? I just remembered one of the most dangerous lives in these parts. If I were to stumble into his lair, I would surely be done for!”
Onew jumps in confusion when vicious laughter tears through the small room. Key is practically rolling on the floor, clutching his sides. Tears form and glitter flies.
“What's so funny?” Onew questions, standing up to further inspect the man, “Are you okay?”
Lifting himself back to his feet, Key wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, flicking the tears away while his body still wracks with chuckles of amusement. “Prince, I'm going to tell you this, but only because you seem too lost to figure it out for yourself.”
Onew's body stiffens when Key presses flush against him, hands roaming to his back just as soft lips catch his plump ones.
“You've already been caught,” Key whispers, lips moving against Onew's in a way that sends tingles down his spine.
The prince closes his eyelids, revels in the butterfly touches. “Oh.”
“Will you give in to me?”
“I don't see why not - but I haven't been able to court a single princess, are you really interested?”
Key pulls back, fine eyebrow raised. The man sounds so carefree … “Please, just, go take a nap. Maybe when you wake you'll be in the right state of mind … “
Onew smiles, youthful despite his age. “Whatever you say, some rest would be nice.”
The feather soft bed of pillows doesn't deter the prince and he falls into a peaceful sleep with the watchful eyes of the nymph over him. Key doesn't question his motives, just takes in the light hearted prince. This could be entertaining for a while.
A year later, no one in the kingdom connects the sudden halt in the infamous Key's antics with the disappearance of the prince. Both are just taken in stride as blessings upon the king who can now keep his manly sons safe from the prying fairy. But honestly, Key can care less for his manly sons - all he needs is this cheerful, blissfully ignorant fellow.