Mythical Creatures X Reader

Faeries and Giants

Authors Note: I wish I had an assistant or a mini me like verne troyer to help me WRITE >:V

Content Warning: Held hostage by a giant, mentioned consumption of humanoid creatures, kidnapping

Synopsis: Life isn't all great being a faerie in a world of giants, elves and dwarves- of which some are keen on plucking you from the forest floor like a berry and keeping you to themselves.

"So... delicate," plump fingers outlined the crisp glass of your wings, their luminescence almost blinding to the giant. Your teensy, human-like frailty was some sort of evolutionary mistake-- how could you survive in these woods for so many decades, for centuries? You and your kind were mini parasites-- although delicious, and cute to play with, ultimately not meant to survive in this world where big bad wolves and giants ten times your size could pick you up like an acorn and snap you like a tall blade of grass.

"Get your dirty paws-- OFF!" You kicked and bit with feral haste, clothes of leaf and twine breaking each time the giant poked and prodded at your pudgy, elongated features. One wrong tug and your arm or leg could come twisting off, your wings tarnished and ripped to fragments if he so pleased.

"Settle down now, little one," He let out a roar of a laugh, shaking down through his palms to his feet, making the earth beneath him crumble. "You'll get hurt worming around so much!"

You shrieked at the gentle touch against your bare sole, the giant playing with your toes and fingers as he stretches and bends your limbs.

"Please--urk, put me down! I'm not meant to be this high, I, I need to get back to the ground-- let me go!"

"Ah, but aren't you meant for the skies, little beast? What else are these... appendages for. Mere sparkly decoration?"

He runs a finger down the middle of your back, touching the sinewy fiber connecting translucent wings to your spine. You shivered, physically jolting at the uncomfortable, warmly touch.

Your wings were drenched-- wrinkled and sopping from the "quick dip" the giant holding you thought would be a good idea before scooping you up like a pretty pebble. His previous...encounters with your kind must've prepared him well for the fluttery agility your poor wings could provide.

"Hm, do you like that?" The giant groans in heightened interest, resting his cheek in his hand as he holds you in the other. "The fairies I've met are far less dainty, withholding far more... animosity. Of course, they had been well-versed in magic and spells moreso than you seem to be. Far more appetizing, too. But you... you almost look like a stout sapling, useless in all endeavors besides your adorable little figure!"

....Appetizing?

Looking to the Giant's pocket, you can see them there....Wings, some crumped to shards, others merely bent, stuffed in his trousers with shimmering pinks and golds and blues-- cleanly picked off of whatever faerie they belonged to.

"You... they've been disappearing, because of you! Collecting their poor wings...You're a monster! My friends, eaten and killed--!"

The giant brought you to his eyes for closer inspection, pools of lake green beneath his moppy silvering and unkempt hair. He observed the river of tears falling from your face, your nose dripping and stuffy as you beat against his hand.

"Why yes! We seem to agree on something; I am a monster of the forest-- as are you, and your thieving little fellow faeries. Stealing from my livestock, shoveling everything they can find into their mouths, attempting to poison and spitroast and maim me--" He brushes a tan knuckle against your cheek, smooshing it in an attempt to wipe away your tears. "And so I eat them-- which ever ones manage to cross me, choosing to arise my wrath. It's the circle of life, my little winged beast."