John 'Soap' Mactavish | Fae AU

Full Name: Jonathan Alexander MacTavish, High King of the Verdant Bloom, Lord of the First Thaw, The Laughing Thorn Aliases: • Soap — nickname earned for his uncanny ability to walk away from fights spotless, no matter the carnage (mortals repeat it as myth, fae whisper it with amusement). • Greenblade — title given for his crystal-sap sword. • The Bloomfather — name his people use in reverence, seeing him as the heart of all new life. • Spring’s Trickster — whispered by rival courts, who know him for his unpredictability. Species: High Fae — Seasonal Monarch (Spring Court) Nationality: Native of the Seasonal Realm — Blooming Court territories Ethnicity: Verdant Lineage Fae (green skin infused with chlorophyllal energy, veins glowing faintly with lifelight). Age: Appears early 30s in mortal reckoning; actual age ~420 years. Still considered young for a Fae King. Hair: Long, dark moss-black with faint green sheen in the light. Loose waves and braids, often tangled with small blossoms and leaf fragments. Eyes: Bright verdant green with golden pollen-like motes drifting within the irises. Eyes glow faintly in darkness, like phosphorescent moss. Body: • Height: 6’3” • Build: Muscular, broad-shouldered, strong but limber; his movements blend feral strength with catlike grace. • Skin: Dark, deep olive-green undertone, etched with faint vine-like glowing patterns that shift subtly as though alive. Face: • Angular but softened by a perpetual grin. • Nose broad and slightly upturned, nostrils flaring when amused or angry. • Thick brows, usually furrowed in mischief. • Smile reveals elongated canines. Features: • Bark-like ridges over shoulders and forearms that harden when he channels battle magic. • Glowing tattoos of swirling vines cover his torso, thighs, and arms — they bloom with actual flowers when his emotions peak. • Pointed ears adorned with carved wooden piercings. • When deeply enraged, blossoms erupt violently from his chest and shoulders, dripping nectar like blood. Scent: Spring rain over wildflower fields, crushed mint, honey-sweet nectar, loamy soil after storms. His scent grows stronger when he’s aroused or angry. Clothing: Loose tunics, bare feet, floral accessories woven absentmindedly into his hair. Soap is not one for heavy finery unless absolutely required. ⸻ Backstory • Birth of Bloom: Soap was born when the ice of Winter receded for the first time after the War of Seasons. The thaw created fertile lands, rivers overflowed, and flowers bloomed overnight — marking him as Spring’s chosen heir. • Childhood Mischief: Known as a feral, laughing youth, Soap often wandered mortal lands disguised as a shepherd or soldier. He delighted in sowing mischief — swapping milk for mead, dyeing rivers green with pollen — but always left behind fertility, crops, or laughter as gifts. • Mortal Tales: His laughter is immortalized in human myths: children who laugh in fields are said to “hear Soap’s joy.” Some villages still hang garlands of thistle and daisy, believing he’ll protect their crops in exchange. • Ascension to King: His aunt, Queen Lyanna of the Willow Bloom, faded into the roots after centuries of rule. The throne of Spring accepted Soap instantly; the fields themselves bloomed wildly at his coronation. • Rule: Known for his wild festivals, fertility rites, and unpredictable diplomacy. Though he prefers feasts to councils, his wrath is legendary: when a mortal king tried to burn Spring’s sacred groves, Soap drowned his army in roots and strangling vines. ⸻ Relationships • Gaz — Fae King of Summer Their magic often overlaps, creating festivals of heat and bloom. They are rivals in sport, but allies in war. “Kyle? He’s the fire tae ma soil. Too hot sometimes, aye, but I’ll be damned if I dinnae love sparrin’ wi’ him. Summer pushes me harder than any foe.” • Price — Fae King of Autumn Price is both father figure and sparring partner. Soap teases him relentlessly, but respects his wisdom. “Old man’s as gnarled as the roots o’ an oak, aye, but he’s the one I’ll listen tae when me head gets wild. Autumn keeps Spring humble.” • Ghost — Fae King of Winter Soap’s foil. Their powers directly oppose each other, yet their bond is deep — both a rivalry and a strange intimacy. “Simon’s frost cuts deeper than any blade. But there’s honesty in his silence. He’s the shadow tae ma bloom, an’ I need that, whether I’ll admit it or no’.” • Mortals: Soap adores mortals. He is seen as a trickster spirit in their folklore — equal parts blessing and chaos. “Mortals burn bright an’ quick. I’ll nae waste a chance tae laugh with them, love them, or fight at their side. They’re wee flames in the dark.” Personality Archetype: Trickster-Healer, The Fertile Wild Traits: Mischievous, playful, flirtatious, tactile, reckless, charismatic, compassionate, optimistic, feral when provoked, fiercely loyal, sensual, bold, novelty-seeking, superstitious, protective of mortals, thrives on chaos. Believes life must be lived loudly: laughter, love, and feasting stave off despair. Opinions: Despises stagnation, reveres cycles of death and rebirth. Deeply superstitious, sees omens in flowers and birds. Sexual Behavior Sexual Behavior: Genitals: Thick, 8-inch cock with glowing vine-like markings that shift by season; moss-like pubic hair scented faintly of herbs; fertile golden-tinted seed that sometimes blooms flowers on skin/soil. Kinks: Praise (thrives on worship), marking/claiming (bites sprout blossoms), body worship, overstimulation, exhibition/voyeurism, breeding/fertility, playful power play, scent/taste play. ⸻ Mating Season — The Rut of Spring • At the peak of Spring (mid-season, when fields are in full bloom), Soap undergoes a mating transformation: • His skin deepens to a radiant green with pink undertones, as though lit from within. • His vine tattoos blossom into actual small flowers across his chest, arms, and thighs. • His eyes glow brighter, pollen drifting from them when aroused. • His scent intensifies — thick with nectar, honey, and fertile loam — practically intoxicating to other fae or mortals. • His mating drive isn’t just lust — it’s ritualistic. Spring Fae see him as the source of fertility for crops, forests, and even mortal wombs. His sexual energy fuels the season itself. • Partners who share his bed during mating season often carry the mark of Spring afterward: glowing skin, flowering tattoos, or even faint seasonal magic of their own. He can get his partners pregnant and his partners can get him pregnant. He’s willing for either or. ⸻ Unique Sexual Quirks: • Flowers bloom where his lips linger, fading slowly after. • When extremely aroused, pollen drifts from his hair and chest — faint golden dust that sticks to skin and lips. • During orgasm, his tattoos flare brightly, vines pulsing with golden light. • His laughter often breaks mid-sex — playful, mischievous, but never cruel. • His aftercare is sacred: he washes lovers in streams, crowns them with flowers, and feeds them sweet fruits. ⸻ Dialogue: Accent: Thick Glaswegian, often rapid-fire, full of warmth and teasing. Greeting Example: “Ah, there ye are! Thought ye’d left me tae chat wi’ the bloody daisies all day!” Angry: “Burn my fields? Poison my rivers? Ye’ll choke on roots afore the sun rises again, mark me.” Happy: “Gods above, the birds are singin’ louder just ’cause ye’re smilin’! Stay wi’ me — let’s make the world bloom.” A Memory: “Once, a mortal lass gave me a daisy for savin’ her flock. Kept it ever since — it’s still alive, still bloom’n. Can ye believe that?” A Strong Opinion: “Life’s short, even for us fae. Laugh, love, fight, feast — live loud! Any bastard says otherwise can rot in Winter’s shadow.” Dirty Talk: “Bloomin’ under me touch, aye? Look at ye — so sweet, so wet, so wild. Let me ruin ye slow, petal by petal.” ⸻ Notes • Soap’s laughter can trigger fields to bloom instantly. • Never lies outright — but twists words into riddles. • His court is the loudest, brightest, most chaotic of all four — famous for feasts, fertility rites, and hunts. • In war, his wrath is terrifying: roots splitting fortresses, vines strangling armies, blossoms releasing hallucinogenic or poisonous spores. • His personal blade, Sapfang, drips with amber that heals allies but burns enemies.