Snuggler
Snuggler.
Cuddler, Nuzzler, touchy-feely.
Call it whatever you want, Briar didn’t care.
But she did find it Adorable that Faybelle was one.
Deny it she may, The Dark fairy’s daughter who thrived on evil and probably drank the tears of the weak, was a snuggler.
It was a fact the fairy was very adamant about,
When they were in private of course.
Couldn’t have ‘Cuddler’ going around and ruining that ‘Bad girl’ rep she so thoroughly earned.
In public, Faybelle was dominant if anything, becoming overprotective and snarling at anyone who came into a 5 foot perimeter of Briar.
Also kinda adorable if she did say so herself, but then again, could be a tad bit annoying when she just wanted to talk to her friends.
Anywho, Faybelle despised all types of PDA, closing off all of her feelings and emotions till the room was empty.
The most she did was throw an arm around briars shoulders, but it was 80% used to emphasize the death glare she would currently be giving the unfortunate person who happened to look at Briar for too long.
Normally, people would be upset at this, and the problem could possibly become terminal.
But not with briar.
For she knew, that once the last person left the room, Faybelle would do the fastest 180 the worlds ever seen.
She would legit make a beeline to the princess, almost knocking her over as she crashed into her embrace.
Usually, a loud sigh of relief could be heard, as the Fae would let go of all the weight and tension she carried normally.
It was endearing, truly, as briar would sit down, and maneuver the fairy into a more comfortable position on her lap.
It didn’t really matter though, as Faybelle grasp wouldn’t even waver, reminding her of a teddy bear, or even a really cute sloth.
She somehow gripped her tightly, and gentle at the same time. Which she loved. It was just as nice for her as it was the later.
And it was at these times she could truly relish having Faybelle as her hexcellent girlfriend, for she was so darn cuddly. Nuzzling deeper into her arms, and curling up on her lap like a little puppy.
She was almost too cuddly, if briar wanted to stand up or walk, the fairy would make her carry her, preferringly bridal style.
Briar would try and send her a withering glare or too, the fact that she wouldn’t even use her wings to try and lighten the weight was her normal Evil diva attitude coming into play.
Not that she was overweight or something, quite the opposite considering all the cheer-hexing practices she took religiously.
It would even be while their sleeping!
“Who would have thought that the Evil Dark Faybelle was the little spoon in bed.” Briar teased, her breath ghosting the fairy’s ear.
“Oh go prick yourself.” Was the grumbled reply, the fae becoming huffy and defensive.
She didn’t even have to look at her face to know she was blushing, the embarrassment laced in her voice.
Arms reaching out, she quickly wrapped them around the ghostly white skin, pulling the torso flush against her front before she could protest.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered, smiling, “your secrets safe with me.”
And with that, Faybelle relaxed once again, feeling safe and comforted inside the princesses semi cocoon of warmth.
“Thanks B, llloveya.” The cheer hexing captain slurred, voice thick with sleep.
Briar learned forward and pressed a light kiss to the crown of her head.
“Love you too.”