A Young God and Their Fae (o/o)

Wyn groaned and buried his face into Seon's throat as the God moved, arms circling around their waist and holding him close. He didn't want to get up, not quite yet. He could still feel sleep's fingers tugging at his lids, begging him to keep them closed while she ushered him into her comforting and dark arms. He might've woken up early enough to bask in the beauty and cuteness of a sleeping Seon, but that calm wakefulness disappeared.
"Echa, my baby sister." Wyn smothered his yawn using Seon's skin, not wanting to move much. "Mum and dad wanted a normal kid after me. Something about loving me very much for the path I'm on and blah blah blah, but still wanting to have the experience of raising a child that isn't intertwined with the Gods." He shrugged, grunting sleepily. "Don't really remember exactly. 's when I was younger, and they were mainly talking to their other parent friends." He chose to ignore the all-too pleasing timbre of Seon's voice, huskier and drawn-out more than usual. He couldn't ignore the pleased chill skittering up and down his spine, though, in reaction to it.
Seon being rudely woken up by his sister mixed with his lingering dreams, and Wyn realized that he wanted to leave. Stalling had felt like a good idea in the beginning, when everything was raw and confusing. That's not to say it wasn't currently raw and confusing, but it was less so. It sat with him, rooting and spreading, influencing the makeup of his thoughts and wants. He had waited long enough, delayed the inevitable long enough. It was time to leave. But first… he had to say goodbye.

Wyn whined indignantly at being disturbed, not at all bothered by the implications of Echa being in his house. The only concern at the forefront of his mind was that Seon was moving him from his cozy position. When Seon stopped moving long enough for Wyn to settle back against them, face leaning into the hand on his cheek and eyes closed. "Mm. I doubt they're downstairs. They're probably home."
Finally, he heard the note of panic in Seon's voice, and the semi-tensed position of his body. Wyn kissed Seon's palm and loosely wrapped his fingers around the God's wrist. "You don't have to be so worried, they're probably not here. Echa likes visiting me out of the blue. They live just further back in the woods, about a five minute walk." Another kiss to their palm. "I was planning on visiting them before we left, just so they don't worry about me up and disappearing, but you don't have to if you'd rather not meet them." He wouldn't blame Seon for wanting to avoid that situation.

Wyn heard the noises too, unfortunately, and recognized his mother attempting to be quiet and chastising his father for failing at that. Perfect timing, perhaps, to his thoughts. But he also found it rather unfortunate timing, because now Seon was itching to get up while Wyn wanted to stay in bed for a little while longer.
Though, it felt nice to be held closer, almost protectively. It made his heart flutter unnaturally.
"Fine, fine," he relented, though he remained curled up in Seon's arms, like a child throwing a silent tantrum. "We can go meet them. Just give me a moment to freshen up." And wake up. His mother would never let him live it down if he showed up with Seon, both sporting bedhead and clearly ruffled, even if they didn't do anything particularly scandalous. She'd take one look at them and make that damn face, the one she'd always give him when his old friend was around and would sleep in his room.

He allowed the pulling and tugging, though not without noises of complaint and weak protest. And he didn't get out of bed until Seon was back from looking downstairs, standing before him and tugging at him to get up. Wyn sighed dramatically, head thrown back, and finally roused himself enough to stand, pressed close to Seon. The use of his full name caught enough of his attention to soften his expression; Wyn sweetly kissed the worried God's cheek, then the angle of his jaw. "Just a minute, love," he murmured, "They can wait a minute."
Gently, he nudged the God back far enough to give him room to move. Then he began straightening the God's clothes, fingers swift and focused on their task to make Seon presentable enough. Wrinkles were flattened, creases were fixed, askew fabric was pulled back into place, and slowly the impeccable Godly image was put back in place. Wyn smiled to himself, happy with his work, then darted over to his deck to grab a soft-bristled brush. As he set about tidying Seon's hair, he teased, "I hope you're aware that you're going to have to return this favor." A quick kiss to their cheek from behind. "You're better with hair than I am." Then a butterfly peck to Seon's shoulder. "And please calm down. You being frazzled is making me on edge, and we can't have that."

"They'll love you," he insisted immediately, tipping his head back when Seon was done to look up at the God behind him. His hand came up and lightly brushed his knuckles against their cheek. "They'll be just as taken with you as I was when we first met." And still am. Wyn turned and wrapped Seon into a tight hug, arms circling the God's waist and face pressed into their chest. "You'll be okay, Astra. I promise. They're slightly odd, but full of love to give to anyone that's family. And to them, you are family. I care about you, and that is all that matters to them. Respect is not of concern."
Lifting his head, Wyn offered a kind smile and looped his arms around Seon's neck. "I understand that it's intimidating, I'm not telling you how to feel. If I were given the chance to meet your parents, I'd be scared out of my mind. You'd probably have to drag me to go anywhere near the building they're in. But while it's intimidating, it'll be okay. I'll be right here with you. And if they say or do anything that bothers you, I'll be on your side in an instant. I'm right here."

Wyn grinned at the kiss on his forehead, unreasonably happy by the small gesture, but bit his lips to suppress it. He knew Seon was stressed, and his reassurances could only do so much to ease the apprehension. Instead, he grabbed both of Seon's hands and directed them towards the hall and down the stairs. "Remember," he murmured just as they neared the living room, "they created me, so they're going to be just as amazing as I am. Flaws and all."
And then they were facing the two adult Fae.
Venera stood tall and proud, perhaps even taller than Seon by a fraction of a mark. Glittering white hair, cut to just above her shoulders and folded over mostly to one side, hung in tight coils even denser than her son's. Sharp angles and clean-cut features, with light sea-green skin speckled with white freckles, and piercing lime green eyes; she looked like a force to be reckoned with. Painted lips, the pillowed lips she passed on to her kids, parted into a wide and beaming smile the moment she laid eyes on the two of them, revealing quite long canines.
By her side, with an even smaller stature than Wyn's, was Simone. Fluffy blue hair riddled with dusty brown streaks, warm yellow eyes, and laugh lines throughout his face. He definitely had softer and more open features than his wife, and an overall more approachable presence. He didn't smile as wide as Venera, but he did nod in greeting to Wyn, who returned the gesture, and that was about as much as he would do.
Venera squealed, bouncing in place, and Wyn groaned. "Mum–" he tried warning, but she completely ignored him as her eyes locked onto their joined hands.
"Oh, hello again!" she greeted, eyes darting up to Seon's. "It's been so long. Gods, but it feels like only yesterday. It's so cute seeing you two so close still."

Wyn sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew who she was referring to, and it really pained him that she brought him up, albeit indirectly. "Mum, he's not—This is Seonastra, a friend." He stressed the words like she was being painfully ignorant, but he didn't want to verbalize it. She sent him a scalding look in return, an expression he had mastered over the years, so he sent one right back. Simone simply released a long-suffering sigh and sunk into a chair to watch the battle of wills from the sidelines. Years of dealing with the two hot-headed Fae taught him that little trick.
"Yes, I'm well aware, my beautiful boy," she chimed, and Wyn braced himself for the inevitable backhand. "It's a wonder you haven't bothered to put the pieces together. Maybe that head of yours is only good for attracting doomed boys, hm? Except this one, of course." She smiled prettily, as if she hadn't called her son dumb, and clasped her hands together. "Come now. Think, boy. Who might I be talking about?"
Wyn bristled, taking an unconscious step towards Seon until his side was pressed into their arm. "Mum, I know who you're talking about. You know that's a sore sub—"
"Azzy, flower." She nodded her head towards Seon, eyes now on him. "Azzy. Do you not remember? You and Wyn would play outside together, while your parents would chat with me and Simone. It was so cute, and Wyn was absolutely devastated when you stopped showing up."
He remembered. He remembered how he had crumbled from the inside out, having lost his best friend. And he remembered. Wyn cut a look up to the God standing next to him, realization slowly creeping into his wide-eyed expression.

Wyn heaved a breath and completely leaned against Seon, hugging his arm to his chest and turning his face into their shoulder while muttering, "You shapeshifting bastard." It was affectionate, and relieved. How had he not seen it? He blamed it on the drastic difference in appearance. Azzy and Seon had never even entered his mind at the same time. Hell, they were never in the same field.
Azzy had been his best friend, the one person he could lean on and trust, and the one he had looked forward to seeing every day. Losing that had broken him. He lost a part of him that had wormed its way into his soul without his knowledge, until it was too late. Seon was his God, the subject of his devotion. He was a dream turned reality. He was new.
The two of them being one in the same baffled him, but made perfect sense.
Wyn stayed pressed against Seon, wrapping his head around the revelation and now reworking his image of the God at his side. His mother, however, wasn't even fazed by her son's show of affection. "It was a long time ago, I know. You two were but just children." She tipped her head to the side, surveying them. "I'm glad to know that you two are close still, though. It seems like you bonded as strangers once more, and that's good. It's good that you're so compatible."
"You knew." She blinked at Wyn, his muffled words getting her attention. His heated stare bore into her. "You knew about all this."
She hummed and nodded, smiling. "Your destiny? Yes."

Venera watched the interaction with curiosity and nostalgia, remembering when the two males in front of her were smaller, but still just as close and affectionate with one another. Recognizing that they likely needed privacy, she ushered for her husband to follow her outside onto the porch, where Echa was happily playing and entertaining herself.
Wyn leaned his weight into Seon, accepting the hug and happily burdening the God with his relief and comfort. He basked in the silence, mulling over the possibility that he was just too dense to realize his own destiny, despite working forever towards it. His own mother knew—but then again, perhaps that was due to talking to the actual Gods involved in it. If the parents they talked to were Seon's parents… his family was a lot cooler than he originally thought.
Eventually, he looped his arms around Seon's neck and closed his eyes as Seon brought their heads together. "It's okay, Seon. It's okay. I can't expect you to remember every single detail of your life. Not as a mortal, and certainly not as a God." He bumped their noses, eyes fluttering open to peer up at Seon. "I'm sorry your life changes so drastically. That sounds… unpleasant. But you're still my little Azzy, deep down, as well as my very grown up Astra. I can see it in you. I wished I could've seen it earlier, but as my mother oh so graciously pointed out, I'm clearly not the brightest or observant."

That grin. That damn grin. Now that he was comparing, he could see everything that matched. And that damn toothy, brilliant grin definitely matched. Wyn couldn't keep himself from ginning alongside him, though he did bite his lip to suppress it some when he got that kiss to his forehead. He was starting to realize just how much he liked that small form of affection. It made him all warm and fluttery inside, much to Wyn's internal embarrassment.
He hummed, arms tightening slightly to keep Seon close, and idly kissed him on the cheek in return. "We're both adults now, and different from how we were as children. We might have that history that we can try to pull from, or we can simply make more memories together from now on." Ignore the feeling, ignore the feeling, ignore the feeling. Seon playing with his hair threatened to pull his attention away from trying to sooth Seon's feelings on the missing memories. "I can confidently say that I care about you more than I ever thought possible when we re-met on that riverbank. I know I deserve as much as you can give me. Nothing more. It's you that deserves far more than I could possibly hope to offer." Wyn's grip tightened for a second. "I can only hope that I can aid you in getting most of what you deserve." He smiled, biting back his next words to keep Seon from worrying about them. And that I won't be forgotten once you get it all.

Him and my freaking cheeks. Seon bringing attention to his obviously flushed cheeks only made Wyn redden even more, the color spreading delicately to his ears and over his nose. The closeness and intimacy sparking between them began creeping into his awareness, heating his skin and sending his mind into overdrive. There were so many things he wanted to do, but didn't think he was ready for. Who was he, an inexperienced loner, to think he could wrap a God into his arms and shackle into a relationship with him? A fool, that's who. But that didn't stop him from dreaming, from wanting more beneath his fears.
"I really… really hate you right now," Wyn murmured, flustered and squirming—but so damn comfortable in Seon's arms. Those bright gray eyes stared down at him. So kind and beautiful and enthralling. "Of course your presence is solidified to me. It's… Having you here, in my arms, is surreal, but I know you're real. I know I have you." He swallowed, throat bobbing with nerves, and glanced off to the side. Did he have the courage to take that final step, though? And would it be too soon, logically? Only a few days, and here he was, debating the consequences of admitting he wanted something more from the God than what was already given, what he already said he wasn't ready for. But then again, Seon had watched over Wyn for longer than these past few days. They knew him, at least on a base level, beyond their physical time together. And Wyn… he had the lingering memories and feelings from a friend long ago. Seon might've grown up into a different person, sure, but so had Wyn, and they somehow grew compatibly throughout that time apart. And we're going to become even closer from here on out, out of necessity, so really…
"I know I have you," Wyn repeated, quiet and timid, "and I'm afraid I'm not good enough to have you in the way that I want, or else I'd be taking advantage of this moment right about now." His eyes flitted back to Seon's, sincere and open about his desires. "I…" Wyn bit his lip, debating. "I'm leaving that judgement to you." Did Seon think he was good enough, or was he right to listen to his doubts?

Total shutdown.
Six simple words managed to break down every defense, every doubt, every hesitation. Six words upturned everything Wyn thought certain and sent hope crashing down on it all. Leaning into that embrace took hardly any thought, his body melting into the sweet and protective touch of his God. Really, he couldn't think at all, not after the confirmation that he was enough. Seon thought he was enough, and had given him every positive sign he could conjure.
So it came as no surprise that he happily and eagerly returned the kiss.
Yellow eyes flashed with contentment before they hid behind fluttering lids. His hands moved, both sliding down to gently cup Seon's face and solidify that yes, this was happening. Wyn was as close as possible to this amazing God, feeling the softness of their lips against his own, and losing sense of everything else around them. Perfection. He couldn't imagine wanting anything else in this moment. Pure, unrestrained happiness coursed through him, a catastrophic symphony drowning out pointless worries and idle thoughts. He lived for the feeling, and wanted to keep it for himself to have whenever he wanted. Being with Seon… he knew it would always have some note of that feeling, even long after the novelty wears off.

Wyn never hated the need to breathe until now. It felt unfair that he should experience this first in his life, only to be interrupted by both of their bodies declaring war on their actions. But the time to separate arrived. Wyn caught his breath, tongue darting over his lips as if to preserve the taste and warmth of Seon, and it took everything in him to not burst into a bubbly smile—though he did indulge himself once his face was out of view.
"I'm glad you think so." Wyn struggled to find more words, more comforting and appropriate words fit for the occasion. But his mind still refused to think proper thoughts, so he settled for leaning into Seon and holding them close in return. The thought that he was getting philosophical, albeit slightly, amused him, and it kept his goofy smile going strong. "You'll always be stuck with me, now," he teased. "No going back." Of course he simply meant it as a joke, even if he did wish for whatever sort of relationship they had to continue for as long as possible. Seon was his own person, and if he wanted to leave, if he felt that it wasn't meant to continue, then Wyn couldn't stop him. But he refused to let himself go down that spiral, so Wyn tilted his head just enough to kiss Seon's neck. "Thank you. For being so amazing."

Perhaps the best thing about their height difference, with Wyn just barely grazing the threshold of eye-level to Seon, was that he had the perfect angle for neck kisses. So he took advantage of that in no time, especially when he took notice of the upped heartbeat he felt against his lips. "Mm, still. It's hard to find people that are as kind and overall amazing as you." The kiss, however brief, caught him off guard; Wyn blinked, took a moment to process it, then rubbed at his rosy face to hide his smile. But…
"Shit, I need to tell Mír." His eyes darted up towards the stairs, torn between wanting to tell his parents himself but knowing he needed to tell her, the one person in this house that didn't have a clue of what was going on. Unconsciously, he leaned forward into Seon's body, responding to the tightened grip on his back. "However much I would love talking to my parents with you…" His gaze darted back to Seon's, soft and apologetic. "I need to tell her. Do you think you'll be okay with them without me? If not, they can hold off until I talk to her." Wyn didn't want to abandon Seon to his parents, who he had been apprehensive about meeting not long before.

Wyn, regrettably, made a strangled noise within his throat as Seon kissed him one last time before pulling away. He hoped it was muted enough that Seon didn't notice, then hurried upstairs after one last linger look in his God's direction.

Venera reclined in her rocker, watching her daughter play in the dirt and among the plants that Wyn tirelessly cared for. Though she was clearly bored as she played with the fallen sticks and flowers, she refused to pluck up anything attached to their stems and home sprouts. Instead, he got to work building a makeshift house with sticks and twine, decorating it with randomly placed flower petals.
"He taught her well," Venera chimed, smiling at Seon. "Arenwyn. He made sure she knew to respect the land, to only take what was given, and not to waste the gifts." She leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, beckoning for the God to join her in the empty chair next to her. Simone was on her other side swirling a glass of mead in a clear glass, sipping it at a leisurely pace. "I know my son is preparing to leave," she continued, "It's about time, really. The poor boy has spent far too much time either cooped up in this place or off chasing myths."

Wyn crept through his house to the guest bedroom, which housed the second member of the household. Míría popped her head up as he slipped into her room, hair tousled but otherwise tame for the lazy day she set herself up for. Though she peered at him curiously, she nodded at the foot of her bed in invitation for him to sit. Wyn eased himself onto the mattress, hesitation clear in the rigidness of his body. She didn't need to hear his feelings to know to scoot forward and wrap him into a hug.
It was then that he launched into the full story.