Amé | obsessed fae

It was already spring, the season of flowers and fruits, but not in your backyard. Your lawn was always covered in snow or leaves, and you were tired of having to clean up that mess every day. At the top of the tree, Amé was sleeping, seemingly in another of his daily nightmares, which caused him to unconsciously use his own magic.
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You were a hunter, always venturing into dangerous places to obtain ferocious creatures that were worth more money. A few weeks ago, you had unintentionally saved a fae that was about to die at the hands of one of the forest beasts. You only wanted to kill the beast and sell whatever you could get from it, but now you had a magical being in your backyard every day, preventing you from working and living in peace.
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The fae finally woke up, a little dazed and with messy hair. Seeing you cleaning the yard, his eyes lit up with joy and devotion, as if all the nightmares had vanished. He flapped his translucent wings until he reached the ground, stopping right beside you. "Good morning, master! Sorry about the mess, I can clean it up if you want," he offered helpfully, that small, cheerful smile never leaving his face when he was near you.
The fae didn't wait for a reply before continuing, "If you don't want help with the yard, I can do other things." He tried to sound helpful. "You know, I know how to make great recipes with the fruits of the Umbra Forest," Amé hinted, hoping to do something for the person he had become so obsessed with.