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Here’s another addition to the Time Baby Tace/ Arranged Tanzanite/ Conquering of Elvhenan/ Idk what I should call this au any more or if it even needs a name change au!

Based off the chatting about Disquiet raising lil Tace here’s that getting the ground!

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The person who eventually finds Tace is some elf who looks more like a fucking demon than anything else. In fact he thought they were a demon at first until they realized they were wearing Dirthamen’s vallaslin. He knew about elf shit, he’d made a point of boning up on it after meeting up with Solas again at the exalted council. Demons didn’t wear vallaslin, elves did, but elves didn’t have grey skin and freaky eyes. At least where he came from.

That gives him a vague still forming idea of what the fuck is going on.

The creepy elf is very gentle with him though, and very worried, not a big shock since he’s a fucking baby alone in the woods. They wrap him in a blanket or cloak which he’s all for since he’s freezing his little baby ass off. They hold him in a way that has him pretty sure they have no idea what they’re doing and examine him intensely with wonderment and deep concern.

“What are you doing out here all alone? Do you know who left you?”

Tace gurgles and shrugs. Look buddy, he can’t answer, he’s a fucking baby.

They seem to take that shrug as a response though.

“Hm, I suppose that makes sense. It would be unwise for them to let you have a clear look of their face if you might be able to identify them.”

They keep him close and begin walking off somewhere, fuck if he knows, but as they move he can see the unmistakable glow of a spirit in the woods with them. Another piece to the “where the fuck am I puzzle.”

“Do not worry, baby. I will take you back to civilization and we will get this sorted out. You will be proper cared for and the culprit will be found.”

You better, he thinks as he nuzzles in closer to them.

The freaky elf seems surprised that he’s making himself comfortable, makes sense since they look like what templars think of to kill a boner. They’re probably not the life of the party back home, unless everyone else looks like that too. They look confused and unsure but they reach out and very gently stroke the side of his head, as soft as a whisper. He blinks up at them and when he doesn’t immediately start crying or something they smile tentatively.

“I’m Disquiet, it’s very nice to meet you. You can introduce yourself when you have a name.”

Tace nods, amused. Disquiet huh? That certainly explains a lot while explaining fucking nothing. They’re kinda cute though, like a socially awkward undead. Spooky, but endearingly incompetent. Disquiet is mostly silent as they bring him into civilization but they talk occasionally, and Tace listens contentedly. Their voice is soft and a little eerie but overall soothing really. The creepiness doesn’t bother him at all now that it’s clear they’re not a baby eater. His best and only father figure was a heavily disfigured elven man who’d slowly lost his memory after being trapped in the Fade for millennia so really, he was pretty pro with creepy parents.

Tace figures out two things pretty quickly:

1. Babies are rare in Ancient Elf Land and people lose their fucking minds over them.

2. No one there thinks Disquiet should be near the rare precious baby.

Tace has other opinions on that second one, namely that they can all fuck off because he doesn’t know any of these fucks and he’s not leaving Disquiet’s arms to get whisked off from his one known element and be passed around by a bunch of handsy strangers.

So he wails, cries and kicks like a monster every time someone tries to take him from them. It gets to the point where Disquiet becomes clearly and obviously defensive of him and begins ordering severely people about how they can and can’t interact with him which he likes very much. If he’s a precious commodity here then he demands to be treated like one, jealously guarded and admired frequently.

He gets the feeling that because people don’t like Disquiet they don’t want to let them keep him and want to give him to some other people who they think are more qualified. But Tace doesn’t wanna fuck around with that shit, he’s not gonna get passed around like a reward to people who probably don’t deserve it and he can’t be sure aren’t gonna be total parental fuck ups. Disquiet is not the ultimate picture of baby prowess but they’re kind and nice and spent 2 whole days researching how to baby super good so they’re good enough in his book.

Plus they seem very lonely and it doesn’t take a fully grown body for his adult ass mind to see that they’ve already gotten very attached to him. He doesn’t want to see them get all lovey-dovey baby smitten only to have the Greatest Baby They’ll Ever See taken away. It’s a very depressing thought and he’s already got enough of that shit on his own, he’s full up no more sad shit.

The final verdict is made when he’s presented to Dirthamen who sits there on a spooky throne in a spooky blank white mask, either draped in or made of something that looks a lot like ink in water, only not ink and in air. Other people try to explain why Disquiet should not have him. Disquiet points out he loses his shit when other people have him and Dirthamen asks to hold him, to see if it’s so. Disquiet brings him over to the Evanuris who, holy shit is fucking MONSTROUSLY TALL—oh wait right he’s a baby—and places him gently in Dirthamen’s waiting arms.

Tace loses his goddamn mind, he has no idea if or when he’ll ever get a chance to be thing fucking terrible in the presence of an Evanuris again and he fucking goes whole hog on it. Dirthamen seems startled by his response and hastily, but carefully returns him to Disquiet who coos and hushes him until he’s quiet and sweet and cuddly again. Fuckers.

“Disquiet is correct. The baby does have a clear attachment to them, since it’s reaction to being separated is so strong it would be irresponsible and potentially damaging to it to give the baby to another to raise. The baby will stay with them, you are relieved of your duties as my scout to raise it.”

“Thank you, my lord.” Disquiet says, breath a bit shaky as they bow.

Tace can feel it in the weird emotion shit that’s a Thing now, a faint and building charge of incredulous excitement as Disquiet looks down at him, their official, legal child.

He blows a spit bubble at them.

Disquiet becomes very popular over night as people clamor to “assist” them in raising him. Disquiet is clearly overwhelmed by all the attention and unsure of how to deal with it. They can see the conflict they saw in other mages at the circle, the desire to be liked, the thrill of finally being noticed, the wariness and the grim bitter knowledge it’s all just an act to get something out of them all warring inside them.

They do not accept any of the offers. At least not yet. He’s just fine with that.

What’s really important to him right now is that now that it’s all official and shit Disquiet has bought a crib for him which means he’ll be sleeping there and not in bed with them being snuggled and held.

Which is some serious fucking horse shit in his book.

If he’s stuck being a baby then Maker fuck him he’s gonna get the full baby experience and make up for all the cuddles and kisses he didn’t get from his birth parents which means being snuggled and fussed over all night like the little darling he is for fuck’s sake.

#My writing #tace #disquiet #dirthamen #hope i did disquiet justice!!!!!!!!!#i'm sorry disquiet u've gained the most fucking high maintenance baby but at least he's a chill un spooked baby #they have very fun conversations since disquiet replies to his gruggling and flailing sincerely #arranged tanzanite au #time baby tace au

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