You think you scare me just because you're Fae?

I love the idea of an egotistical Fae who thinks he's better than everyone and is a real nuisance to everyone, falling for a village girl who won't put up with his shit. Was also thinking he works for the Queen of Far that's outlawed humans using magic. kinda want to do a full-on story starting from the beginning of their love story until the end. If you have any suggestions, please let me know! also, I'd like to be the female character.

Character A is an egotistical fae who works for the Fae Queen as her most loyal captain of the guard. Trained to dispatch any and all disturbances in the kingdom and enforce any will of his queen.

Character B is a village citizen, born with magic but unable to use it legally while in the Fae kingdom. Their family was long ago slaughtered under the Fae Queen's orders since they too had magic. To salvage what little memory of their can't, B keeps open a healer hut at the far end of the kingdom, disguised as a florist shop.
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Rules:

• no smut
• paragraphs only, no one or two lines
• proper grammar and spelling
• you choose the character first
• lgbtq+ is always welcome, let me know what pairing you'd like

(I wouldn't mind if we had two rows together! You can join if you'd like, I'd love to have you!)

(yes really :D there's probably different interpretations of faes but I'm basically thinking of someone whose Superior to humans in every way, stronger, faster, they often have magical abilities. Free of most if not all flaws, at least in appearance. Most can be shape shifters into animal forms that are equally as powerful as they're normal form. Most are immortal as well or at least live longer lives than a typical him one. Basically take your typical fairy, and make them godsfof the earth if that makes sense. )

(yes of course! Quick questions before I put up a template, though. 1)what pairing would you like if you're alright with LGBTQ and 2) which character would you like to be?)

Oki I think imma do m/m since that's what I primarily write, and mind if I okay the village person?
Here's a template!

Name (nickname) -
Age -
Sexuality -
Status and occupation -
Appearance -
Bit of a backstory -
Family if any -
Personality -
Likes/dislikes -
Other -

(I don't mind at all!)
Name (nickname) - Abrose (Rose) Nightingale
Age - 22
Sexuality - gay
Status - village commoner, unmarried (shown by a silver circlet at his brow)
occupation - Abrise runs his family's Floristry shop as well as hiding an apothecary
Appearance - Abrose stands around 5'6 ish. He has unaturally bright red hair, paired with striking green eyes and fairly pale skin, spotted all over with freckles and darker patches of skin. Some say he embodies a summers day or a warm hearth just on appearances alone. His usual attire consists of flowy cotton blouses that allow him to move and some sort of tighter fitting trouser.
Bit of a backstory - Abrose was young when he lost his mother and sister due to the Queen's orders to dispatch any magic welders. While theirs had been minimal, only healing and simple spells, they still had been killed. Abrose had managed to hide away in the woods for that time until it was safe to return to his home. Since then, Abrose had been working as a florist to keep his family memory alive as well as a secret apothecary owner to keep the memory of magic alive.
Family if any - Evangeline his sister (deceased) and Georgina his mother (deceased)
Personality - Abrose is usually very happy go lucky most if the time. He genuinely loves both his jobs despite his fear of the queen finding him out. He can have a short temper, especially with people he can't tolerate (mostly royals and anyone of high standing.) He's honest but kind, wanting the best for most people
Likes - loves chocolate, mightiness since its when he can practice his inherited magic. Loves gathering herbs for the apothecary.
Dislikes - the heat, the mention of death, especially in association to magic welders. The royals, save for a few nobles he has as friends
Other - nope

(I love him! Here's a starter!)
Abrose took a deep breath and again congratulated the couple for their marriage. He found it unconventional to hire a florist for a tavern surprise wedding but Abrose wouldn't dare turn them down. He waved to the bride and glanced up at the sky. Shoot, already night time. But he couldn't stay another moment in that tavern. While he adored the couple, long time friends of Abrose, he dispised taverns or any place that included a bunch of drunk people so he ventured into night, his basket now instead of filled with his tarot cards and food from the wedding. He casually pulled a card from his loose deck and tapped the card against his lips, a smile spreading across his features. The moon. A sign of mystery, romance, wisdom and just a hint of darkness, enough to be intriguing. He bowed his head in respect and muttered a thank you to the sky for granting a clear and what he hoped to be a safe walk home.

Abrose slowed to a Stop as a shadow emerged from the shadows. Safe walk home indeed. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight off much, not with his scrawny size and shorter stature, so he mainly relied on the dagger he usually kept on his person, usually in his cloak pocket. As the figure for closer, Abrose realized that his dagger would do nothing against the Fae make approaching him. He swallowed a lump rising in his throat but stood his ground as the Fae came to a stop in front of him. He couldn't sense his magic, no way possible. Not after so long of not using it. He averted his gaze and furrowed his brow. "Y-yes, I am." He scowled, hating how much his voice trembled in the presence of this man. He raised his eyes to meet his, narrowing them slightly. "Somone like me?" He echoed in disbelief. "I've been friends with both the bride and groom for years now, if you must know and am honored they invited me. I'm surprised they invited you." He shot back, glaring at the Fae make and brushing past him. He didn't even care that the other could potentially kill, he just wanted to leave his scrutinizing gaze. "If you'll excuse me, I've had a very long day and would like to get home." Hesaluted before promptly turning on his heal and heading down the dirt road

Abrose stopped abruptly to prevent himself from crashing into the Fae. "My name is none of your concern. Especially not to throw around by your mouth." Abrose growled, taking a cautious step back and tightening his grip on his pathetic dagger. "Cas hired me only because he knew I most likly wouldn't have stayed that long voluntarily. If it weren't obvious I'm not much of a social person. My job and who I hang out with does not concern you, whether those who choose to share their presence with me are Fae or human." He scanned the trail, growing worried. The darker it got, the more dangerous the road home got, especially since his house was on the edge of the village. He stiffened as the Fae started circling him as if they were predator and prey. "Yes." He breathed, thanking the gods that his voice was at the very least even. "I am. I run my family's store." He tilted his head up and gulped a deep breath of cool night air. "Of course I'd help anyone hurt, wouldn't you? Or are you so cruel that you'd let someone suffer?" He retorted, glancing over his shoulder as he pinned the Fae with a glare, his red hair catching the light of the moon, turning it a bright copper. He quickly turned away at the mention of magic and Cas. Of course Cas would mention that. Not out of malice or to hurt Abrise but out of proudness and a want to bring those who needed help to Abrose. Abrose ground his teeth and shifted out of the Fae's touch, finally showing his dagger and keeping it between them. "He must have confused me with some other florist." He lied, slowly taking a step back. "I know nothing of magic, not of magic weilders. I mean no trouble. I simply wish to get home without a problem. Since you're out here too, I'm sure you wish similarly." He reasoned as he kept taking steps backwards as he kept an eye on the Fae predator in front of him

Abrose gasped and jumped back as the Fae make snatched his dagger away, examined it, then promptly cushed the hilt in his hand, leaving only a bend blade that dropped to the ground. Gods above if that's what he could do to steel, Abrise didn't wan to imagine what he could do to human bones. His heart nearly stopped when the Fae claimed him.of having magic. Damn him, damn Cas for his large mouth and worst of all damn this fae for effectively toying with abrose. Abrose had failed to acknowledge the Fae's hightened senses, he must have scented the lingerinherb smell on Abrose. "Don't you dare." He grated out, trying to keep his emotions in check. No matter how much he wanted to run, to strangle the Fae, the co sequence of those actions would surely have him.straight in front of an execution block by morning. "You're not welcome anywhere near my home, especially after tonight. And I don't are what you do with my name. It's been through far worse than your lips." He managed to get a good smdistance between them before he finally lifted his head infefiance. "I'm glad I was some form of entertainment for you, Fae male. I hope to never ever see you again." He bowed mockingly and turned away, gripping his cloak, searching for the dagger that wasn't there anymore. He prayed that no one else was awaiting a defenseless human at this time into he dirt road home, because he sure as hell was in no position to put up another fight.

Thankfully, the dirt roads that Abrise to took to his home was empty and calm. By the time he reached his doors, Abrose had only a fraction of the energy to put his basket away, clean his little shop and home, and collapse into bed, immediatly falling asleep. The next morning, Abrose woke up very early in the morning to tend to his garden in the back without the interuption of his usual morning clientele. After that, he decided to prepare some of his limited stock ingredients and remedies, knowing they took a while to prepare and needed attention to detail. While crushing some fried flowers, he heard his little front door bell ring, signaling a customer. He tilted his head curiously, finding it early for anyone to come by now. He hoped it just wasn't an emergency. "Just a moment!" He called, setting aside his work for a moment and dusting himself off as he stood from his little desk. He strode through the small hall that connected the main portion of the small house to the shop portion. Still dusting himself off, he greeted the customer warmly, "good morning, forgive me for the wait, I hadn't expected anyone for another hour. How may I -" he stopped short as he looked up and processed the fact that the male was there. "You better be a few breaths away from death to dare show up here." He managed out through gritted teeth. Abrose crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. "What do you want?"

Abrose smacked the males hand away from his face and narrowed his green eyes. "Not if they can't find proof that I liked you or a body." He purred back with a smirk. Of course Abrose never killed anything or anyone. He wouldn't even know the first thing about murder. But hiding had always been his specialty. Hiding and attracting death to his door. He sighed heavily and shoved off of the door, keeping his hands preocupied with watering the plants instead if slapping the Fae silly. "As I said before, I run my family's shop. That's all you need to know. If you don't like it, you're more then welcome to leave some of us actually prefer the company of plants more than the company of others." He gave the Fae a pointed look before returning to the counter. "Oh my hopes were incredibly low even before I met you, faeling." He rolled his eyes and took a step back. "I'm not some animal you can see perform at a circus. I have actual work to do, unlike you who seems to have all the time in the world." He bared his teeth and gathered the small flowers on the desk, away from his visitor. "Now if you really don't have a problem I can help you with, I'd ask that you leave, you're deferring some of my morning customers." He nodded his head to the door, three people waiting outside eyeing the Fae. He nudged him off the counter and towards a side door. "I can't afford to mess up. Not for the people who depend on me." He stated, turning back to the shop once the Fae was closer to the door and letting the customers in, apologising for his delay and guiding them towards the back room

"anyone but you." Abrose said over his shoulder as he approached the threshold. He paused and took a steadying breath. He didn't need the lingering annoyance when working with his customers. "I don't need a store to help people. And if assisting those who need is illegal, then I guess I've been breaking the law for years now. That can't look good on you, captain." He watched as the Fae approached him, forcing himself not to flinch as he was forced to look up at the other. "The next we meet will be too soon. Far too soon." He watched as the Fae left, finally relieved once the door clicked shut. He went to the back room and smiled softly at the three he had ushered there, a woman, and two men. He gently took the woman's hand and knelt down beside her. "You must be so happy." Abrose said, glancing up at her husband and her brother. She smiled and nodded back, a beautiful smile he saw rarely. "Very, but this little one has been a pest at nights." She lightly caressed her stomach and sighed happily. "Think you have anything for pregnancy pains?"
Abrose chuckled lightly and nodded. "Fresh batch of tea just made before you came." He winked and walked to his little desk where he had been crushing leaves in a mortar and pestle. He carefully filled a linen tea back and added it to a basket along with lavender, a homemade salve or aches and pains and a special bottle. "This should help." He said softly, handing everything to her husband.
"And what can help you, rose?" She whispered, meeting his eyes and brows turned upwards. "He'll come back." He nodded tot he doorway, towards where the Captain had showed up. Abrose shrugged, " he can't do anything without proof save for taunt and talk. I've been careful."
The woman shook her head and took his hand in hers. "You deserve better." Abrose gave the woman a small smile and sigh. "What's better than this, hm? I love what I do and would give my life for it, just as my mother and sister had done."

After taking care of the group and congratulating them for the millionth time, Abrose went back to his little study to finish up his work. He attended to a slew of customers, with different sicknesses or needs. By the end of the day, Abrose was absolutely exhausted but he still needed to do a few more things before bed. He pulled on a cloak with a good and slipped out of his cottage home. When Abrose turned he nearly jumped out of his skin. "Spirits above, Mel, you nearly have me a heart attack!" He scolded the young male, gently nudging past him.
Mal grinned and jogged up beside Abrose, his golden locks bouncing in the moonlight. Lord Malisand Grandieur. One of the only Fae Abrose could tolerate, of course other than Cas. "I didn't mean to scare you Abrose but I needed to come now." He explained with that sly grin. Abrose tilted his head, brows turned up in concern. "Did something happen?" He asked softly, fear ripping at his throat. Did the Fae captain say something to the queen?
Mal shook his head and procured an ornate envelope from his cloak pocket and handed it off to Abrose. He cocked his head and scanned the fact Kettering scrawled on the front. "Invitation"
"And this is towards what exactly?" He asked carefully, his worry returning as he beheld his friend's smirk. "We have a ball coming up. All nobles were invited." He explained
"But I'm not a noble…"
Mal shrugged "a noble and a plus one. Since I have no romantic companion as of yet, I thought you'd might like to come. Gives you a break from all your work and a chance to see the Inner City."
Abrose sighed through his nose and scanned the letter inside. To all the royal families of Crinosa, you are all invited to the Queen's summer Ball. Any amount of the respective royal families may come as well as a plus one for each party. We hope to see you all.
Her royal Magesty, Queen Falique.
"See? Plus one. They never specified human or Fae."
"Yes but you and I both know she means Fae."
Mal rolled his eyes, "if she wanted only Fae then they need to spell it out on paper, otherwise I'm going to interpret it as all inclusive. Please Rose? Please say you'll come." His friend begged.
Spirits help him he couldn't say no to his dear friend. And not because he was fae and could definately have him killed but because he genuinely did love his friend and it would crush him to see him sad.
"I know you have your past with the Fae. And I know it's not the most comfortable place to be, especially for you but I'll keep you safe! Promise! You're my plus one. Please let me treat you, at least for tonight. If you don't like it we can leave but I think you'll enjoy yourself. Even for you." He joked, gently tugging at Abrose arm.
Nope, he couldn't say no. "Alright, alright. I'll go. But only if you stay with me."
"Deal! Oooh and I get to dress you!"
"Oh no no no-"
"Ah ah ah, shush. You worry about your horrible dancing skills, I got everything else!" Mal bounced off before Abrose could even try to protest. "I'll see you then!" He waved before sauntering off to his own home.

With a small laugh, Abrose backtracked to his home to drop off his supplies he had planned to bring with him for some late night harvesting. He shucked off his heavier cloak and wrapped himself in one of his very few nice cloaks, a gift from a gmfamily friend he rarely used save for fancy gatherings. He arrived at Mal's home, no, estate right before sunset, glad for the light when walking through the the countryside. He was met by the lordling himself and was immediatly swept into the his room, barely able to give Mal's mother a hello. "Okay, anything I give out try on, I don't care what you think right now." Abrose knew better than to protest as he stepped into the changing room and took off his simple tunic and trousers. A few moments to later, he was handed a wine red blouse and onyx lether pants. "Mal I can't accept this." He tried to argue, looking over the exquisitely made clothes, the metalic thread used to delicately lace up the back of the shirt, leaving a bit of skin exposed.
"Think of it as borrowing. Besides, we have to get you used to all this for when your store really takes off, no?" For as long as Abrose had known Mal, he had always told Abrose he’d help with the store, especiall when Abrose had wrangled the nerves to tell speak about his family and their death. “You’re wreckless.” He scoffed a laugh and pulled on the shirt and pants. “And you’re firey.” Mal retorted, having already changed into an all white ensamble with deep green and gold accents. The colors of his noble home. “You look stunning.” Abrose compkimented, turning around as Mal nudged him to sinch the back. “As do you.” He replied, stepping back into the closet. “But we’re not done yet.” He handed Abrose a swath of fabric, the same shade of red as the shirt. “This goes around your waist.” He explained, tieing the surprisingly light fabric to Abrose and gesturing him to do a little spin. Abrose obeyed and twirled in place, loving how the makeshift skirt swooshed at his feet. “And this will add some mystery.” He tied a mask to Abrose’s face. When he opened his eyes and looked in the vanity mirror, he saw a lace black mask with complimentart red jewels ecentuating his green eyes. “Its stunning.” He breathed, looking over his shoulder as Mal donned a green mask. “It is. Now lets go before we’re late!” He looped arms with Abrose and pulled him out of the estate to an awaiting carriage