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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Prompt 245

Now Danny would openly admit, if only to himself, that he had a type when it came to relationships. If they were strong, if they were a threat to him, then chances were he would develop some sort of crush. It was how he had dated Sam and Valerie (And Johnny & Kitty) when he was a bit younger, and hell, Sam had technically succeeded in killing him, even if partly.

Attraction towards smart people who could kill him was honestly par for the course for a Fenton or Nightingale anyway.

And he’d also admit he enjoyed a bit of time travel, learning about times and culture long before his time, to the point that he could blend in in ancient times just as easily as the time he had been born in. That it was natural to mutter in a language lost to time.

So color him surprise when another man perks up in the bar he had paused to get a drink in, vibrant green eyes gleaming in interest and responds in turn. And not just in the language, but able to keep up when he talks about things that once existed but haven’t been rediscovered yet.

And one thing led to the other, and there might have been some assassins and some shenanigans that end with them both laughing together in an inn and then more and- Okay he has a type alright, and he’s ticking each box! How is that fair?

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Adult Danny #Ras is just as smitten and so sad whenever Danyal leaves #But Danny always returns & he’s explained he has to travel lest he go mad #Danny isn’t technically from the DC dimension but it’s his favorite & it has nothing to do with Ras #Is their relationship healthy? Definitely not but they’re morally grey immortals #Dusan asks about his mother first #Technically Danny isn’t his mother BUT he does take on parental role & as far as the kids are aware this death-being is their mom #Why look Dusan even has his hair- their logic is flawless #Talia tells Bruce her mother is gone & for YEARS he thought she meant dead #Ellie got her wanderlust from Danny & they all give off some sort of mystical fae vibes #deadly decisions #Space Core Danny #Moon Core Ellie #Sun Core Dan #Liminal Al Ghuls #Danny is Not ghost King #Technically he’s some sort of being of rebirth like some sort of cosmic phoenix #Am I saying long-haired Danny with feathers in his braid that shimmers from white to galaxy? Maybe #Batfam had no clue about Danny save for Jason #And they didn’t find out until Damian mentions Grandmother apparently visited once more #Let Jason & Damian be brothers #How many tags until tumblr deletes them I wonder

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ghouljams · 7 months

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Does Liebling ever get possessive or jealous if people flirt with Konig? Maybe of other fae or seers?

The short answer is yes absolutely, but the long answer is König makes sure she knows they aren’t threats, by getting rid of them.

You always wonder what other people must see, or not see, when they look at König. You know roughly how his hood works, the slippery feeling of not being able to quite look at it, but surely someone sees something. They must, the way he draws attention. You can’t walk down the street without someone staring at him, and it’s sort of fun to know people are scared of the menacing figure that follows you. It’s a lot less fun when he’s noticed for other reasons.

Reasons like now, when you sidestep a woman who purposely bumps into König. He stops, and blinks down at her. As surprised as you that a human is going out of their way to notice him let alone interact with him. You’ve been told that some people are too magically inert for obscura to work on, just seeing whatever human shapes their brain wants to fill in. You assume it’s related to intelligence, the way she bats her lashes at a man that’s so clearly with someone.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” The woman touches his arm, and you can see a shiver go through the obscura. You roll your eyes, you've always thought this song and dance was sort of demeaning.

"It's alright," König tells her, attempting to step away. The woman keeps her hand on his arm, squeezes his bicep.

"Oh my god, is that your muscle? You must be super strong." She strokes a hand down his arm, König's eyes dart to yours. You raise your brows, and give a quiet 'wow'.

"I am," he nods. The woman coos over your boyfriend, measuring her hand against his and running the gamut of flirting techniques. König doesn’t seem eager to tell her to fuck off, which is bothering you more than you thought it would. He almost seems curious as to what she’ll try next, studying her movements and reactions.

You aren’t really the jealous type, or you didn’t think you were, but you’re getting agitated standing around waiting for this woman to… fuck, notice you? She must know you’re standing right there.

“Excuse me,” You cut in, the woman glances at you, and continues talking to König. You feel your brain stutter, overloaded with the sheer amount of question marks that it conjures. You have never been so thoroughly or efficiently brushed off.

You know what? You don’t have to stand here and wait for your dumbass boyfriend to turn her down. You’re out, you’re gone, you are going home. König can show up when he’s done with whatever the fuck he’s doing. Maybe he’ll follow her home and be out of your hair for a while. Stupid bastard.

You turn and stalk down the street, resuming your walk home. You don’t know why you stuck around so long, but the next time this happens you’re leaving him high and dry.

“Oh. That’s too bad,” König sighs, looking over her head at your storming off.

“What’s too bad?” The woman asks, clearly thrown by the immediate loss of interest from König.

“You’ve upset my, hm,” He thinks for a moment how to quantify his relationship with you, future wife? Beloved? Pet? He supposes you call him your boyfriend, it’ll have to do. “My girlfriend,” He finishes.

“What? She doesn’t trust you?” The woman purrs, obviously trying to say something. König isn’t particularly interested in whatever game she thinks she’s playing.

“No,” König wraps a hand around her throat, the lustful surprise in her eyes turning to terror as his grip tightens and he lifts her off her feet, “but not for the reasons you think.”

He squeezes hard, let's his teeth bleed through his hood, to call him threatening would be an understatement. This isn't a threat, this is a period on the end of a promise. The woman's voice dies on her crushed larynx, her hands scrambling against his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It's really too bad she'd stuck around so long trying to get his attention. Well she had it now, whether she wanted it or not. Her feet kick out at him, trying to land a blow with the last bit of fight pumping through her blood. König can smell it, hear it, her blood rushing through her veins, fear tainting the meat. Heart, lungs, liver, so many snacks, so little time.

You're walking further away from him every second he spends squeezing the life out of this stupid person. He'll cut the thrill short. His claws sharpen and drag, digging into the woman's neck before he tugs sharply, ripping the carotid and severing the windpipe. The twitching. Hm. He should've severed the spinal column, he hates the twitching.

König crouches next to the soon-to-be-corpse and drags his tongue over his teeth for the corpse’s viewing pleasure, her eyes wide and fearful in the last seconds before death. He likes killing the humans that can’t see him properly. There’s always that wonderful moment at the end when they realize the world holds horrors they’d never imagined, a sickening pallor comes over them every time, and sweetens the meat.

Humming, he makes a neat Y incision, and pulls free the pieces he wants. Heart, lungs, he eats the liver as he catalogues what else might be good. He can't exactly take it to go, but he doesn't want to leave you to sulk too long. König feels his spines twitch in the cool evening air, his claws clicking as he spears kidneys to pop in his mouth. You're going to be upset anyway he may as well finish his meal.

#cod x reader #x reader #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig #könig mw2 #König x oc #cod x oc #x oc #oc: liebling #tw gore #tw violence #König goes home and Liebling is just “I assume you ate her”#König: i did eat her yes #Liebling: alright will go shower you smell like blood #and try to look a little more human your spines are scratching my ceiling #fae!König #1fae1

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babisawyer · 1 year

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Ben coming back to the cabin to see yet another cannibalistic ritual

#🐇#yellowjackets #again with the cannibalistic blue balls I see how you guys are playing the game at least I know it's gonna happen #poor javi it should have been travis let's be real he provides nothing #loved the misty on mari violence also #and we were all right about jackie's necklace! our girl's keeping the group together even still #also I know I'm literally the only one on the jackie antler queen train and while I don't think it's true rather than just funsies #it's making me wonder if this is more of a fae situation going on? it's been a looooooong time since I read about all of this stuff but now #after jackie's death and the baby's death and what happened to Ben this week it's kinda making me suspicious #like is the antler queen supposed to represent the unseelie queen? is it the unseelie queen? idk I'll have to look into this to see if it #fits. I'm leaning more towards that now than wendigo psychosis #also hilarious because I did say that portals was insanely jackie coded so we're coming full circle #also I've said I'm suspicious of walter but how the fuck is that dude so rich?? I'm onto his ass he is not to be trusted

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linddzz · 6 months

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Dom Hob or Dom Morpheus is OUT I am putting my two cents in on:

they're both versatile switches. The difference is that Hob KNOWS this and is comfortable with it. Dream, for all that he is aware of every iteration of fantasy, doesn't seem to comprehend that "bottoming isn't the same as submitting" also applies to him.

And boy is he gonna learn that important difference when Hob scruffs him like a hissing kitten and tells him to SHUSH.

#Dreamling #hob just looks him in the eye and asks if hes gonna behave #and Dream goes into a squirming insane little gibbering mess who notably doesnt do anything MORE than squirm and hiss a bit #to be clear i never see discourse about it im just banging my pans together and giving my opinions #and my opinion is that Morpheus thinks hes subbed but really he's just been a bottom who maybe plays up being a pretty fae creature for fun #but that sure aint the same as actually giving up a shred of control and he goes out of his mind when he realizes this #and also likes it

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banesberry-anomoly · 15 days

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I FINISHED MY DEALER DESIGN

Other versions below the cut

One with just the relief filter, one thats just the flats so you can see everything properly, and nightmare mode (the main one from above but with a black background)

#Banesberry art #altoclef.exe #Theres like 20 diff colour layers on this thing cause I wanted the relief + postierize filters to look good #Mmmm fucked up spider abomination fae/eldritch creature #He also has a more 'human' form but Ill draw that later #Also #He can summon as many arms as he wants to because I said so #He normally has 8 though (Ill prob not draw all 8 every time cause otll get annoying pretty fast 😭)#arachnophobia #< just in case #buckshot roulette #the dealer #buckshot roulette art #buckshot roulette dealer #buckshot roulette fanart #digital art #Torren Arache

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auradoniandreams · 11 months

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something something fairies are often depicted as being extremely beautiful in folklore something something their beauty is probably enhanced by their magic something something jane has been described as faded or implied to be ugly her entire life but she's also never had the chance to use any of her fairy magic until d1 something something jane is actually really beautiful and the magic ban has real consequences for magical beings

#disney descendants #jane descendants #descendants theory #descendants headcanons #descendants #meta #worldbuilding #descendants jane #fandom:descendants #mine #this is a half baked theory that i just came up with #idk how much water it holds since mal is also fae and she's never been described as ugly b4 coming to auradon but also.#of course they're not gonna say that abt the main character #in-universe it could be bcs she grew up on the isle of the lost anyway and it's not like her peers looked more alive what with the #violence and poverty and stuff. so by comparison she was just average. also y'know dove cameron is gorgeous

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pastelsugar6w6 · 24 hours

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King Arthur of the Fae

#guess who found the water color brush on their art program? :^)#kind of a wip for now but idk if i'll finish it #i wanted to do a whole forest background that's more purple and ethereal #that's why the top of his hair is reflecting purple #but im shit at backgrounds #i just wanted an approximation for how i imagine my king of the fae looks like #aph england #garbage art #day 23420394394 of my art being stupidly inconsistent

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sserrafeim · 9 days

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I saw a post by @bettdraws about their headcanons for some of the characters’ appearances (I agree with all of them btw) and I wanted to add my own but it turned out to be a lot to put on a rb so I decided to put them on a new post (adding a cut so it doesn’t get too long)

I like to think that Azriel’s singing voice is something like this:

Deep, but not too much, with a sultry, velvety feeling.

I think Gwyn is described as a mezzo-soprano but to me she’s leaning more towards the lower range, a contralto maybe, with a unique colour that makes her stand out when she’s singing with the other priestesses.

Lucien’s scar is very messy and big (it was bad enough that he lost a whole eye, it can’t be a simple scratch) and his mechanical eye looks like a dragon’s eye, same colour as his hair.

Rhys has eyes that are more towards the purple side and they glow very brightly (he does have stars in his eyes) and his sclerae are black instead of white.

Feyre has a few scars on her face, nothing serious like Lucien’s, but she literally had to learn how to hunt through trial and error and it makes sense if she were physically injured in those first days when she didn’t know how to hunt.

Elain has hip dips AND stretch marks. No reason, I just think she’d be very hot.

Tamlin has stag antlers in his fae form and he decorates them with leaves and small flowers but he almost always glamours them because they’re inconvenient.

It’s canon that Cassian has longer hair but Azriel’s is not much shorter either; it’s at that weird length that it’s too long to be considered “short” but he doesn’t have to tie it like Cassian does. It grows longer when he’s away on missions.

Since Azriel’s shadows are around almost always, they float around him and sometimes it looks like he’s almost non corporeal.

Rhys has clawed fingers!! And fangs. Because he’s called the Lord of Nightmares and he doesn’t look too nightmare-ish.

I think it’s mentioned that all High Lords are wearing a glamour because they’re glowing and I like to think that this “glowing is unique to each court; small shadow tendrils float around Rhys and he glows like stars in the night sky, Kallias has a silver, cold light around him, Beron looks like he’s burning in flames etc.

When Lucien’s control over his glamour slips there are few flames licking his long hair but he’s also glowing brightly like the sun 👀

Eris literally gets tortured all the time by his dad so he definitely has a couple of scars on his body but he glamours them when his clothes aren’t on.

#acotar #acotar series #gwyneth berdara #rhysand #acotar azriel #feyre archeron #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #tamlin #i think that’s all #i guess I just wanted the fae to look more fae #not be like humans but with pointy ears and longer limbs #Spotify

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aliferous-ly · 4 months

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fae!tango for the swap thing!!!

Tango considered himself a reasonable guy. With so many hybrids in hermitcraft, a person must learn to tamp down on their instincts. And Tango held pride on how he managed to maneuver through social interactions without too-terrible incidents.

(Well -- how was he to know that Bdub's moss wasn't for eating? There was dew on it and everything!)

Regardless, Tango learned to funnel his urges into quieter outlets. Such as filling FalseBeans with fresh copper at every chance he got. It soothed something deep within him, being able to support his friends.

Only… once he wasn't careful enough, and…

"You're the copper fairy!" False exclaimed. Tango jumped, copper tumbling from long fingers, and turned guiltily.

"Who, me? Noooo," Tango said. He waved his hands as a gesture of innocence. "I'm buying copper! Can't you see?"

"Uhuh," False said, raising an eyebrow. "Buying copper. A nearly limitless resource for you. With all those diamonds you definitely have."

"Well, you didn't have to call me poor on top of all that," Tango said.

False laughed. "Sorry. But hey, thank you! I really appreciate it."

Tango meant to say, for what? I'm totally just stealing your copper. My copper farm broke. Or maybe he meant to say, aw, false, no problem! Hermits helping hermits.

Or even, just build something for decked out and call it even!

Instead, what came out of his mouth was an icy cold, "excuse me?"

False's smile slipped as she stopped, startled. "What?"

Tango tried to lasso the offense coursing through his veins to no avail. His ears flicked in irritation. "Excuse me?"

Bewildered, False just stared at him. "I just… thanks for being my copper fairy? That's it? Tango, what…?"

His hackles raised further. Tango released an almighty huff, throwing his hands in the air. Hopeless.

"Whatever. See you around," Tango said, rolling his eyes. He extended his wings and took off without another word. My copper fairy. The absolute audacity of False to assume that Tango did it as some sort of -- some sort of servitude! Like Tango was just there to order around, ohhh look at the faery see him flutter about!

Tango traveled straight to the copper farm. He had half a mind to destroy it, then had a better idea: he would get so much copper that False would beg for more for her shop! She'd be indebted to him, and wouldn't that feel awful, Miss False Symmetry.

He was several hours into grinding copper when he received the message.

[FalseSymmetry] whispered to [TangoTek]: meet at spawn village?

[TangoTek[ whispered to [FalseSymmetry]: no

[TangoTek] whispered to [FalseSymmetry]: nether hub, library

[FalseSymmetry] whispered to [TangoTek]: alright

Tango entered his astral library and felt immediately right at home, because he was home. This was his space that he built for the hermits, a delightful hub of travel, something that everyone needed. It reeked of Tango's magic in every block.

The uncomfortable buzz in Tango's chest settled somewhat as he entered the bookshelves. He considered building a throne out of copper, but decided that would be a bit much. He still loved his friend, after all. He might lean into being petty for someone else, but not False.

False arrived shortly after. Wordlessly, she set up a small table and chairs before placing a cake in the center.

"This is for you," False said. She smiled, then bowed. "My copper fairy."

Tango blinked. She spoke the words as one might speak to a King.

He examined the cake, then peered at a still-bowing False. The wrongness was righted, and Tango took a bite of the cake. He hummed happily.

"You are forgiven," Tango said. Then he frowned.

He looked at the cake, then gazed at False, who hadn't risen yet. Discomfort plucked at his ribcage. "You're not my servant."

"And you're not mine," False added. She rose to her full height.

Tango winced. "I… know that. I know that."

"Of course," False said calmly. "I should have been more careful."

"Yes," Tango said. He groaned, rubbing his eyes. "I know you, it shouldn't be an issue."

"Tango," False said pointedly. Tango peered at her from between his fingers.

"I should have been more careful," False repeated. She smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Your copper is far better than any other hermits."

"It is, isn't it?" Tango preened, despite knowing that his copper wasn't any different than the other's. "Only the best for Falsey!"

False laughed.

Tango grinned, and that horrible gut-wrenching feeling finally vanished. Sure, he should know that his friends would never call him into servitude. But it felt great to be properly acknowledged.

Tango ate some more cake.

Yeah, it felt pretty great.

#ask games #fae tango #tangotek #hermitblr #IDK i really wanted to write abotu how weird tango would look but this came out instead. lol. lmao even #anyway without his glamour tango looks weird as FUCK #and hes' still short. short in every universe #anyway. i love tango bc he's so . NORMAL. he's so normal guy coded. but he's also just a creature.#so tango being chill vs the fae in him being like bitch WHAT did you just SAY to me?????#i can imagine that he's normally ok with being thanked. false just caught him on an off day #normally he'd just get all huffy and give them the cold shoulder for a bit #here he was a bit more. offended #thank you for the ask!#<3333

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indecisive-dizzy · 4 days

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Accenting the Fae

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A zero context thing I wrote for a Fairy!Eddie Au I came up with,,, yesterday? Recently. Enjoy! Or don't!

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White Pines towered overhead, shading the ground cover beneath. The overgrown vines and leaves made traversal difficult for Grace. Luckily what she was looking for would be on the ground, so keeping her head low had some benefits at least.

Although, thinking about it now, Grace doubted it would be covered up by all these vines. Weren't they usually out in the open? Like in a-

A clearing. Like the one right in front her. The brush ended suddenly and Grace looked up to see a wide, sunlit patch surrounded by trees and thicket. It was radiant, the open sky above shone onto bright grass and wildflowers reflecting the light from the morning dew. In the center of it all there was a circle of red and purple mushrooms. It was gorgeous, but it's fantastical beauty put Grace on edge. She had found it.

Grace hesitated. Could this really work? Was coming out here a mistake? What if she messed up and bit off more than she could chew? What if nothing happened at all and she skipped school for nothing? It was too late now, Grace reasoned to herself, she'd been walking for hours to find this. It had to work. She walked into the clearing, standing under the sun.

With one more deep breath, Grace stepped into the circle. The ground under her boots felt the same as the ground outside the ring, soft and unassuming. After a moment of nothing she turned and nearly stepped out but as soon as she lifted her foot she felt a tug.

The breeze picked up, Grace watched the blades of grass sway and leaves swirl around the clearing. Then all at once, it stopped. She felt a presence behind her, one that left a tingling sensation in her mind. She didn't move, unsure if she should dare to do so.

"Hello?" A gentle, deep voice rang behind the teenage girl, "I can't talk to you when your back is turned." The presence laughed gently, airily without a care.

Grace turned around. Be respectful, be polite, use those Southern manners.

"Sorry, The wind distracted me," It wasn't a lie, she was temporarily mesmerized by the display.

Now that Grace was facing the source of the voice she could get a good look at him. The Faerie standing with her had curly red hair that looked cloud soft. Orange felt with a yellow triangular nose surrounded by light freckles. His bright violet eyes were lidded in a gentle, calming demeanor, his eyelids themselves were only a few shades lighter. Full, long lashes completed the beautiful draw to his eyes. But Grace knew not to stare.

He tilted his head and smiled almost sheepishly, "Oh that's alright. I can get distracted by little things too."

Grace nodded, unsure of what to say. Or where to begin. Luckily, the Fae seemed to understand that struggle as well.

"May I help you?" He continued, "You seem to want something, am I correct?"

"You may help me," Grace chose her words carefully, "I don't need somethin’ from ya, I actually would like ya to take somethin’ specific." Here it comes. Mentally, she crossed her fingers.

"Is that so? What would you like me to take, sweetheart?" The endearment dripped with a saccharine sweetness, it was impossible to tell if it's artificial or not.

"I would like for you, Fae, to take my accent," Grace's voice quivered as she finally made her request. She begs to whatever may be above that he responds well.

The Fae looked confused and stayed quiet. Seeming to think it over.

As Grace waited in nauseating anticipation, she couldn’t help but think back to why she was doing this. Life was fine back in Texas. She had friends, close family, and everyone talked the same talk. But since her parents dragged her upstate, she's been miserable. The mockery, insults, and bullying was too much to bare. And it wall all over her voice, her accent, and where she came from. Her parents did nothing, the teachers did nothing. Hell, her English teacher was constantly correcting her pronunciation every other word. She hated it. She hated her heavy accent and the trouble that came with it.

"Why should I take your accent? What can I do with it?" The Fae broke the quiet, startling the other in the circle. His soft cadence never changed, but a lilt of confusion was clear.

Grace thought for a moment, she didn't quite think of that. She had assumed it would be like giving him her name or voice. He would just take it to have it.

"Well, ya could use it yourself, if ya like. Or maybe give it to someone else?" That made sense, at least to Grace, but she couldn't be too confident.

"I suppose you're right, child," The Fae hummed, "I do like the sound of your accent, and I may use it. But tell me, why do you want to part with it?"

"I want to give ya my accent because I don't like it. I am thankful you do, it’s all the more reason to give it away." Even if she thought it was, Grace tried not to make her accent seem worthless.

The Fae thought over the girl's answer, a sad look crossing his face.

"You poor thing," The Faerie sighed, "I will take your accent but I would like to give you something in return. Is there anything you want?"

"Thank you. And Yes, I would like to leave the forest safely, please, so I can get home." Grace didn't want anything, honestly, but knew it was best to take the trade. He was kind enough to offer and it would be rude to refuse. Also, she really didn’t want to go through all those roots and vines again.

The Fae nodded, curls bouncing gently with the motion, "Of course. You will return home safely, and in return I get your accent."

There was a tightness in Grace's throat that left her unable to speak. The Fae in front her motioned her closer, cupping her face once in reach. He studied her, turning her chin up as though to get a good look of her neck. Another bounce of red curls told Grace he nodded again, for what reason, she had no clue. The constriction in her throat was uncomfortable yet she was somehow able to breathe just fine. He titled her head back down and patted her cheeks. After doing so the feeling vanished and she swallowed.

"How's that?" The Fae asked, with a new rich tone accompanying that of a typical Texan accent. He did it.

Grace could only stare upon hearing his voice. Quickly, when his brows furrowed, she remembered to speak.

"It's," Grace paused stunned once more hearing herself, "Different. Thank you." Her shoulders dropped in relief, she can't believe it worked.

"You're welcome," The Faerie smiled, "Now get yourself home, darlin'. You're supposed to be in school."

"Yes, of course. Goodbye," Grace ended the interaction, ready to leave the nerve wracking moment behind.

She took one step backwards, but was stopped by his voice.

"Darn it, I almost forgot somethin'." The Fae pointed at her, like a scolding parent, "You, missy, should never do this again."

"Wha-"

"No," He interrupted, "What you did was reckless, had any other Folk shown up you'd be left with nothin' but that pretty head of hair. You're lucky I ain't so particular 'bout these sorts of things."

The Fae sighed, his expression returning to that sad look from earlier. "I'll give ya some credit, ya did some things right, but it wasn't perfect. And that imperfection is what gets ya into trouble."

Grace nodded, it was all she do. She was more or less fully shell shocked by now. This Fae, of all creatures, was scolding her behavior just like her mother would.

The Faerie nodded in return, taking a step back himself. The wind picked up once more, slower this time.

His eyes grew dark, "Don't. Do it again." The Fae waved her off with a stern, but polite, goodbye, shooing her outside the circle.

Grace stumbled backwards out, the wind kicked into gear the second her foot landed. She closed her eyes as her hair blew in her face, the wind was much stronger outside the ring than she thought.

Then it stopped. Grace's hair fell in her face, now a complete mess. She opened her eyes to... nothing. The fairy ring was gone, with no evidence of it ever having been there at all. The whole thing felt surreal. Had it even happened? Grace spoke the question aloud to find her answer.

A perfect, upstate accent fell from Grace's lips. It only just occurred to her she never said what accent she wanted instead. She could've gotten something worse, but she guessed it had been the doing of the Fae that was kind enough to give her this one.

Grace took one last look towards the sky, it was clearer than it had been before. Not a cloud in sight. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, glad for it to all be over.

Turning around, Grace started her venture home. Along the way she found a trail that led her safely out to the edge of the forest where she had entered. A trail that definitely hadn’t been there before. Mentally, she thanked the kind Fae one more time.

Grace really didn't like that expression he made before leaving. She didn't know him, but that serious, almost threatening demeanor didn't suit his eyes. She didn't want to know what would happen if she went against the Fae’s wishes, and she didn't want to find out either.

She's never going near a Fairy Ring again, that was for sure.

#whats this? me writing at 1am?#This whole thing is my way of explaining why eddie has his accent in this au btw #bc to me just. a fae that sounds like he's from texas for no reason is weird lol #PLEASE ignore any mistake typos etc #i should not be awake rn <3 #but i was having fun sigh #dizzcanwrite #welcome home #eddie dear #welcome home au #fairy eddie au #the. the longer i look at this the more i hate it #burn it burn it #Im going to sleep <3 #... ya know what im queuing this #dizzying queue

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