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The former guardian lay curled up underneath the comfort of his blanket, attempting to recover from the recent battle he participated in, unfortunately even with the aid of the previous savior of the fairy kingdom they couldn’t prevent the release of the beasts.
He had failed as his duty as the guardian, to his kingdom, to the witches, to all of cookie kind.
It was only a matter of time till the beasts regained their strength and spread chaos across earthbread once more but this time there was nothing the faerie could do this time about it at all, not in his current state at least.
And it seemed that a certain cookie took his weakened state as their window of opportunity as a figure in the shadows caught the wandering eye of the faerie.
With a heavy sigh of exhaustion, Elder Faerie clutched his stomach knowing full well of the mysterious intruder lingering in the darkness of the corner of his chambers.
”You’ve already achieved your freedom, what more could you possibly want? Do you just wish to see me in anguish?”
A snicker echoed throughout the room, tainting his ears.
”I just thought it’d be fun to see the after credits of the show.”
They grinned, trailing their index finger across the soft surface of his mattress towards the injured king, savoring the rare instance of vulnerability that emitted off the former guardian.
”Do as you wish.”
The jester hummed in approval, climbing in and snuggling up next to what should be their enemy, entangling their arms around his body.
”I thought you wanted me dead.”
He huffed out, refusing to lay a finger on them, knowing of the sins that clung to their dough.
”Well that was the script at first but I thought it would be more entertaining to see you like this.”
They taunted, sinking the ends of their nails into his back but just barely enough to pierce the surface of his skin, wringing out a wince from the king who had just sat there without a fight left his dough nor a single complaint in his mind.
“Hmmm, what would the other faeries think of their oh soooo beloved king cuddling with one of the beasts like this?
It teased, inching themself closer towards the faerie.
Nothing.
He didn’t respond or at least just couldn’t find the words to say.
”Not so chatty today huh?”
“I’m not in the mood to engage in pointless banter.”
“Suit yourself.”
It chuckled, weaving their fingers through silver strands of the king’s hair pooling down his spine.
”Do you intend on staying here?”
”Oh? Getting clingy already are you?”
They teasingly spoke, nuzzling the tip of their nose against the edge of his in an act of affection the king had grown to accept despite knowing that it was just another lie.
Even so, he doesn’t push away such deceit, eventually letting his exhaustion take hold of his conscious.
Falling asleep in the beast’s grasp.