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legolasghosty · 8 months

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Yeah @innytoes has captured me with fae magic and now I'm hooked on her Kidnapped by the Fae AU so... I'm sorry.

Alex couldn't sleep. Like he actually physically couldn't fall asleep. Everyone else had gone to bed hours ago. Even Willie had drifted off on the couch, their breaths coming out in little adorable hums. But Alex couldn't drift off, no matter how hard he tried.

When he closed his eyes, all he could see were the dark trees, the twinkling lights, the swirling figures, the constant demands for faster, Faster, FASTER! as his hands flew over the drums. And his own body, helpless to do anything but obey. To serve his master. With pure devotion and without question.

Each time the fae went to sleep, Alex never could. The feeling of suddenly having control of his own limbs was too odd. Too unfamiliar. Too much.

And now it was like that all the time. If he wanted to stand up, he could. If he wanted to stay exactly where he was, no invisible strings stopped him. It was incredible. It was freeing. It was terrifying.

Because with no one to tell him what to do and where to go, no intangible hand on the back of his neck directing him, how could he know if he was doing it right?

The Molinas had been kind so far. They'd allowed them to live in their garage, eat their food, even loaned them some of the father's old clothes to wear. They'd shown them the magic of new technology, though that wasn't always the smoothest lesson. Alex grimaced at the memory of when sparks had suddenly begun to fly from the microwave because Luke had put that...tinfoil? stuff inside with his food. The Molinas had been upset but hadn't hurt them over it. They'd been kind. But the fae had been kind at first too.

At first, Alex had wondered if he'd died, alone in the forest, and was in some form of afterlife. He was offered food and fine clothing and music by the effervescent beings that inhabited this new plane. They'd enjoyed his drumming and hadn't seemed to mind when his eyes drifted to a young man with dark hair and a smile that made Alex's heart skip a beat.

They had been kind and welcoming to him. Until he made a mistake.

Things changed after that. Who was to say that wouldn't happen again? That the Molinas wouldn't run out of patience with him and he wouldn't become a prisoner and an outcast yet again.

Alex knew it would happen. It had happened with his first two homes, why not this one? So if he wanted to stay here, with his family and his lover, he couldn't make any mistakes. Couldn't give them any reason to throw him away like the used toy he was. But how could he know what was wrong if no one was directing his every move?

He couldn't. So he was doomed.

"Alex?"

Alex jumped, almost losing his footing on the dark tiles of the house roof. He whirled around to see Julie, the girl who had first found them, staring at him through an open, second-story window.

"What are you doing out on the roof?" she asked, blinking rapidly.

Oh. Well, this must be it. Alex thought he could hold out a bit longer.

"I'm so sorry, I know I shouldn't be on the house," he said quickly, holding out hope that maybe she would at least let him stay till morning. "I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake anyone and I knew there weren't any bedrooms around here so I just... I'm sorry-"

"Woah, slow down," Julie said, cutting him before he could say anything else. "No need to be sorry, you're not doing anything wrong, I just... wasn't expecting to see you sitting on the roof of my house at 3 am."

"Oh," Alex said, because he wasn't sure what else to say. She wasn't upset?

"Also, I know you have the whole-" Julie waved a hand around helplessly, "-magic thing going on, but hanging out on the roof isn't exactly the safest spot."

Alex shrugged. "I didn't think anyone would care," he replied honestly. Willie might be a little sad if he fell off the roof and broke his neck, but they'd get over it. There were so many people in the world to love, Willie wouldn't be alone for long.

Julie frowned. "Of course we would care if you got hurt," she said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "You did see how freaked my dad got the other day when Reggie burned himself on the stove, right?" She took a deep breath, then added, "You guys may not have come into our lives in a very...traditional way, but you're family now."

Alex was helpless to do anything but stare at her. Because, well, 'family' by blood wasn't something he had much respect for, but the way she said it felt more like when Luke called them that, back before they escaped. Like it actually meant something real.

"Note to self, Alex has even bigger trust issues than I thought," Julie muttered around a yawn. Then she offered him a hand. "Come on, we can crash on the couches downstairs and watch a movie or something. Just chill out for a bit."

It felt like a trap. A personal invitation into someone's space had always been a trap in the fae realm. But...maybe that wasn't how it was here? At least not with Julie?

Alex bit his lip, but accepted her hand and clambered in through the open window.

"Come on, I need to show you Dirty Dancing," Julie decided, keeping hold of his hand as she closed the window and led him downstairs. "I think you'll love it!"

And Alex did. Or at least he loved the first 30 minutes of it that he was awake for.

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #kidnapped by the fae au #I am very sorry for how angsty this got #dang that was NOT what I had in mind #but uh... yup Alex has trauma now #not that he didn't already in this au but like...dang #I'm very sorry #in my head this is maybe like 2 weeks after they escape the fae realm?#and Alex has barely slept since that happened #Ray comes downstairs the next morning to see Julie and Alex curled up on the couch together fast asleep #and he's very confused but also not mad about it #he maybe takes a picture and saves it to his #The Fae Children I Accidentally Adopted Settling In #folder #he does not show them this album till probably at least a year or two later #cause fae and capturing their image and stuff is scary magic #so it takes them a while to understand that that isn't the case anymore

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Hi can I pls make a request for our resident nasty boy König? Can we see him and Leibling on a date? She’s vehemently denying it’s a date while he’s just looking at her w heart eyes

Absolutely, absolutely you can. Here's their first date that Liebling insists was not a date.

"Fuck I am starved," You groan, laying your head against the counter. You shouldn't have skipped lunch, but the shop was so busy you didn't have a moment to sit down. König's big hand strokes your head sympathetically, warm and heavy, you pout so he doesn't think you're enjoying it.

"We could get dinner," He says, something silver and hopeful at the edge of his voice. Your hunger encourages you to ignore it. Dinner would be good, you like dinner. König hums like he can hear what you're thinking. He does that sometimes, makes you think he can read your mind.

You try to think of what would be good for him. König doesn't take his hood off, and though you're not sure the reasons behind that, you're not going to ask him to. So, something easy for him. You grumble to yourself, everything you want to eat seems like it would be a hassle for him. His thumb rubs the crease in your brow, easing you to stop scrunching your face.

"What do you want to eat?" You ask him, glancing up past his fingers. His eyes flash with something wild and dangerous before softening, you sort of like that, makes you feel all gooey inside.

"I'm not picky," He pulls his hand away, you almost miss the weight of it. "Let's get Chinese, you want noodles." König goes to turn the lights out in the back as you sit up to grab your keys. Bastard really is reading your mind, how often does he do that?

You get takeout, mostly because König looked nervous standing in the restaurant. You only laughed a little at his panic trying to figure out what to order, and insisted on paying because you're really not sure the fae even have human money. They never buy anything in your store, so you've made some assumptions.

You end up walking back to your flat on pure autopilot, too hungry to think of anything but getting seated and eating as fast as possible. König follows you, of course, which you'd be more concerned about if he didn't already know where you live and regularly follow you home. You should really talk to him about that, he doesn't really have stalker vibes but boundaries are still important. You'll do that later. You hold your door open for him and he freezes.

"Oh," you blink, not sure why you did that.

"Are you inviting me in?" His eyes are so big and hopeful, you feel like you can't say no.

"I guess I am." His hand presses over yours to hold the door as he passes through. You feel a slight pop in your ears, like a plane cabin being pressurized.

König swallows your entryway, impossibly big, an all encompassing presence that you can't take your eyes off of for fear it won't be the same when you look back. It's like he's trying to fill every corner, every speck of your vision, of your home. He smells like the forest after it rains, like wet dirt and decaying wood, like something earthy and primal that you lost when you moved to the city. You blink, and it's just König the same as he always is, staring at you like you hung the moon and every star in the sky.

"This is like a date," He says and you forget everything he just was in favor of your embarrassment. Your cheeks burn, your ears rapidly following them in lighting up red.

"It's not a date." You tell him quickly. He tips his head to the side, eyes smiling and patient.

"It could be."

"It's not."

#fae!konig #what do you want to eat? König: you #I love that he is the nasty boy and not Ghost #König's crimes of being a general nuisance cannot be forgiven #Ghost's crimes of kidnapping are fine cuz he did put her back #konig x you #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #fae au

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centuryberry · 2 months

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You didn't put eventual poly in the fae au like you did for a/b/o but assuming peachflower remain married, I still count it as poly even without shadowflower, icepeach, or iceshadow. In between the toxic essence of warlock poly, and the healthiness of kqw poly, where does fae poly and abo poly fall in

Okay, I'm going to be real with you:

Fae AU is an endgame poly. I purposefully kept it ambiguous in my summarization of the AU since I wasn't sure how people would react to ships outside of Shadowpeach and Iceflower. Count me pleasantly surprised by how everyone likes the Celestial Monkey poly.

Macaque and Shanzha were happily married pre-kidnapping and are proud (adopted) parents of Yue. Macaque's love for his wife and child is what drives his determination to return home. RinRin (a total wingwoman and a supportive wife) decides to take out the competition (Shanzha) and bring over the child (Yue) so Macaque could stay forever.

RinRin sneaks into the mortal realm and the loser ends up falling in love with her target. Cue slowly wooing the mortal disguised as another mortal before luring her into a fairy ring.

I'd have to say that the Warlord AU is messy, but it isn't toxic. At least not compared to the Fae AU, which gets really toxic if Shadowpeach's beginning wasn't a sign enough. Fae don't play nice or fair. While Wukong is head-over-heels for Macaque, he's also selfish and possessive. RinRin shares his traits. They're not kind and their sense of morality is VERY different from mortals. This AU doesn't have a happy ending (for the mortals). The Fae Lords, on the other hand, are very happy.

#queen of the mountain #answered ask #fae au #celestial monkey poly #assassination attempt turned love at first sight #kidnapping #fae-typical craziness

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owlwithatypewriter · 11 months

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Flower Bud 🌻

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Warnings: Minor injuries, fae-adoption (aka kidnapping), possessive Wilbur Soot

"You look like a wrong'un."

It probably wasn't the best thing to say, considering the look that was returned, but Tommy didn't care - he didn't have the time or patience for manners, not in the middle of the forest, not when he was reeling with a concussion and cradling his broken fingers to his chest. He glared right back at the brunette beanpole, widening his stance so the soft spring breeze wouldn't topple him.

"Pardon," the beanpole said, chocolate-gold eyes wide in surprise, "I'm a what?"

"A wroh-ung-un," Tommy emphasized the word, giving it an additional syllable to make his point. He really was - looking the man up and down, he could see that his clothes, though appearing to be common (a trench coat in summer, really?) were made of high-quality silks and leathers, and his oddly-large ears hung with silver and gold chains that dangled priceless gems. Something stirred in the back of his mind, something about jewels and unknown people in the forest, but it was quickly squashed by the ache in his skull.

The man tilted his head to the side, earrings jingling like wind chimes as he looked Tommy up and down. His mouth quirked, as though he found the boy's rumpled appearance amusing, and his shoulders relaxed. Folding his arms behind his back, he asked, "And what must one do to be a 'wrong one'?" The phrase fell oddly from his lips, as though he was tasting it as he spoke.

Something - probably self-preservation, or basic street smarts - told Tommy not to answer, to turn around and walk away, but he'd never been one for thinking twice in a situation. "Y'know," he said, waving his unbroken hand about, "like, wrong stuff. Luring kids with candy. Vandalizing public parks. Kidnapping innocent children. Being a - a wrong'un ."

The man - Beanpole, Tommy decided, since despite his posh mannerism he had yet to introduce himself - Beanpole blinked, and there was something amused in his gaze now. "Well, I can assure you, I haven't been luring any children about with candy, or vandalizing any public parks. I don't believe I am one of those 'wrong-ones' you are looking for."

Tommy snorted. "You don't look for wrong'uns, they just find you." He huffed.

"Hmm." Beanpole tapped his chin, looking Tommy up and down as he considered his words of wisdom. "Well, I am not a wrong'un," he stumbled a bit at smooshing the words together the way Tommy had, "and you don't seem to be one either-"

"O'course I ain't!"

"-so, may I have your name?"

A voice screamed in Tommy's head, telling him no-no-no-no-no, blasting past the building migraine. He wavered a bit on his feet, and Beanpole tilted his head but didn't move to touch him. More thoughts crowded his mind, trying to push past the ache, screaming about the significance of pointed ears and mushrooms in fields, but he battered them back.

"Nah." He said, shaking his head (and immediately regretting it). "I don't give my name to randos in the woods." A quick glance around showed they were standing in a clearing, a small babbling brook nearby, and a hawthorn tree twisting behind Beanpole. It was a nice spot - he couldn't remember ever having been here before, despite years exploring the forest while dodging his chores. Beanpole opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off. "What're you doing here anyway? Kind of a weird place for a noble to hang out, innit?"

"A noble?" Beanpole shoved his hands in his coat pocket, rocking back on his heels a bit. Tommy risked a glance down and took note of the fancy and oddly-clean leather boots he was wearing. "What makes you say that?"

The teen snorted. "Nobody dresses like that," he gestured to all of Beanpole with his unbroken hand, "in the woods unless they have money to burn." He took another look around, trying to spot a horse grazing in the surrounding trees, but there was nothing more than a curious squirrel rummaging through the flowers curling around the base of the hawthorn.

There were a lot of flowers, actually, of all kinds, in all colors - some that Tommy had never seen before. They overtook the tall grass, heavy heads bobbing in the gentle breeze. Alliums, tulips, wild roses, lavender, asters, Queen Anne's lace, oxeyes - even some water lilies bobbing near the edge of the brook, and a cluster of sunflowers taller than either of them near a break in the trees, large disc florets reaching towards the sun as it lingered overhead.

"Wait, is this…?" Tommy glanced at his feet and saw a few clutches of mushrooms hiding beneath the grass, sparkling oddly in the sun. His head snapped up and he stared at Beanpole, who looked smug. "Holy shit, are you a fairy trapper?"

Smug was exchanged for shock. "A what?" Beanpole sputtered, eyes wide in disbelief.

"A fairy trapper - y'know, those stupid bastards who go around planting flowers in forests and trying to trick fairies out of their name!" Tommy snorted, kicking at a daisy sprouting by his feet. "Damn, you must have wasted a ton of Magi-grow to get these so big. Fuckin' rich folk…"

Beanpole still looked slightly baffled, but he brought his wits back enough to ask, "Why would anybody think they could trap a fae with flowers?"

"It's what the fuckers like, innit?" Tommy shuffled back a step, nearly knocking over a large toadstool. "They live in 'em and shit."

"Live in - how would a fae fit inside a flower?" Beanpole sounded torn between amusement and exasperation.

"They're tiny, ain't they?" Tommy held up his hand and stretched his thumb and pointer finger apart, showing off a length of about six inches.

"Faeries are, but fae aren't, and a trapper would never find a faerie in the overhill." Beanpole was staring at him as though he had said something incredibly stupid.

"They're the same thing, aren't they? Faeries and fae?" That little niggling in the back of his mind was getting louder, whispering frantically about the mushrooms in the field and how they were planted.

"No, not at all." Beanpole sighed and leaned back against the hawthorn tree, running a hand through his dark curls. He looked oddly exasperated at being questioned on this knowledge. "Faeries are, basically, baby fae. When a faerie reaches maturity, they are considered a true fae."

"Maturity?" Tommy quoted, ignoring the mushrooms at his feet.

Beanpole crossed his arms over his chest as he rolled an answer around in his mind, finger of his left hand tapping against the elbow of his right. "Yes. I believe it would be around…a hundred and eighty years to a mortal, give or take a decade or two."

"Holy shit."

The man snorted as Tommy gaped at him. "Yes, that must seem like a long time to you," he hummed in thought. "How old are you anyway? You don't look to be more than a child."

"Oie, dickhead! I'll have you know I'm a man!"

Beanpole doesn't look convinced. "How old?"

Tommy puffed out his chest as best he could. "I'm fifteen, practically an adult already!"

"Aw!" Beanpole pushed off the tree and beamed at Tommy, taking a step closer and stooping a bit so they were at eye-level. "You're just a kid! A little child. An itty-bitty baby man!" He jeered, bright amusement in his odd eyes.

If his hands were in tip-top condition (and his head wasn't swimming like a fish caught in a whirlpool), Tommy would have lashed out, maybe land a not-quite-serious punch on the man's shoulder in rebuke of his words. Instead, he just took another step back, lips pulled back in a snarl, the familiar rebuke on his tongue. "I'm not a fuckin' child!" He sniffed, tilting his chin up haughtily. "Besides, you're wrong. Baby faeries are called changelings."

Beanpole snorted. "No, they're not." He corrected, though there was amusement coloring his tone. "Changelings are an entirely different thing. The Aos Sí in the northern isles are the only ones near here who use them."

Tommy tilted his head in confusion. "The Is-She?" He copied. "Is she what?" He took a large step forward, past the mushroom clusters, shoving a finger in his face. "You better not be disrespecting women! I'll have you know my many, many wives-"

Beanpole didn't let him finish - he grabbed Tommy's wrist, long, thin fingers wrapping tightly around bruised skin, and tugged him closer. Unsteady on his feet, the boy pitched forward, stumbling against the taller man's chest. He yelped, pain shooting through his broken hand as it was squished between them. Beanpole didn't let up his grip at the sound of pain - instead he wrapped an arm around Tommy's back, forcing him to stand flush with the older man.

"You're not nearly as smart as you make yourself seem, hmm?" The man's voice was taunting, something sharp in it that unsettled Tommy's mind, shaking loose those squashed thoughts from earlier. Mushrooms…pointed ears…unknown forest clearings… "Such a big voice for such a little boy - you're no more than a babe, really." A hand carded through his golden curls, pausing at the crusted blood from where the guard had landed a hit with the butt of her axe. Tommy pressed back against Beanpole's arm, tilting his head back so he could see his face.

The man was looking down at him, but that wasn't right - he wasn't a man. His ears were long and pointed at the tips, dripping with gems and jewels that sparkled with something beyond sunlight. His eyes were a swirling miasma of brown and gold, flecks of otherworldly knowledge embedded deep in the iris. He was smiling widely - too widely, and his teeth were just on the other side of sharp to be human. And there was something in his gaze - something wanting. Something needing. Something dangerous and at the same time soft, sharp but compassionate.

Fairies are territorial, he could hear his teacher reminding them as they sat on wooden benches in the small one-room schoolhouse, you must never allow yourself to get near one. If you happen upon one in the woods, be polite and leave as soon as possible. Never insult a fae. Never question them. They are easily offended and will whisk you away to be their slaves for eternity, if given the chance.

"I-" Tommy croaked, and the fae tilted his head, watching intently as Tommy tried to speak. "I don't know how to clean." He blurted out.

The fae blinked, smile dropping a bit. "What?"

"I'm shit at dusting and - and stuff. Cooking. Burned a salad once." He had - it'd been hilarious in hindsight, but the matron hadn't been pleased. "I'd make a shit slave."

"A slave?" The fae had lost his suave, darkly-mysterious aire and was now staring at Tommy as though he was talking nonsense. "What in the world are you on about?"

"That's what you folk do, innit?" Tommy pressed back against the arm again, but the fae didn't give, keeping him hugged close to his chest. "Y'know, steal humans to be slaves?"

The fae shook his head, expression softening. "Oh - oh no, we don't do that! Not anymore at least," he tacked on in a mutter, then cleared his throat. "Any humans that come to the courts are more like…indentured servants."

"En-den-tur-ed? You take their teeth?!" Tommy didn't know if that was better or worse than just being a slave.

"No!" Beanpole wrinkled his nose at the idea. "No, they work as servants for the court until the magic has embraced them, then they're welcomed into the court as proper fae." He shook his head, pulling Tommy a little closer in a hug. "Honestly, what are they teaching you humans these days?"

Tommy wasn't comforted by the explanation. "So you're gonna indenture me?" He asked cautiously. His teacher had once told them that in order for a fairy - or fae, as Beanpole insisted - to get power over a human, a few different things had to happen. They either needed to know the human's true name, the human had to step into the fairy ring the fae appeared in, or the human had to insult the fae badly enough that the laws of magic required recompense. Tommy knew he hadn't given the fae his name, but he certainly hadn't been holding his tongue while they spoke, and the mushrooms his mushy mind had taken note of earlier had been in a near-circular pattern. He was fairly certain he'd stepped on a few while arguing with the fae.

Beanpole hummed, his hand going back to running through Tommy's curls. "No," he said after a moment, "I don't believe so."

An uncertain hope grew in Tommy's chest. "You're gonna let me go?"

"Oh no," the fae chuckled, and that dark, sharp edge was back. "You're much too precious. I think you would make a perfect faerie."

The hope was snuffed out, replaced with confusion. "You - you said faeries were baby fae," he said. "Hate to tell you king, but I've already grown up."

"That may make the change take longer," the fae sighed, "but I'll be with you every step of the way."

"The change?" Tommy pushed against Beanpole's chest with his good hand and tried to shuffle back, but something was wrapped around his feet. He couldn't look down to see what it was, but when he moved, it tightened.

"Yes." Beanpole finally released him, taking a step back so he could rest his hands on Tommy's shoulders, giving them a comforting squeeze. "Fae aren't born, sunshine. They're made."

Whatever was holding his legs in place had begun to snake up his legs to his back. Tommy glanced down and felt his heart stop at the sight of thick, green vines winding themselves around him, holding him fast. "W-wait, no," he snapped his gaze back to Beanpole, "I don't want this!"

The fae's expression grew soft, and he reached up to cup Tommy's cheeks, paying no attention to the vines snaking their way up his chest, pinning his arms to his sides and chest. "I know it's scary," his voice had grown quiet and it wrapped around Tommy like a blanket of silk. "You'll be alright, I promise. You'll grow up in the Meadow, cherished and treasured as you should be, with all the other little faeries."

In his memory, Tommy would blame his concussion (he did have one, Wilbur would confirm decades later) for the way he leaned forward into Beanpole's palms, for the soft warmth that squeezed his heart at the thought of being cherished , of being wanted . He would blame it for the moment of calm, for the way the gentle magic Beanpole imbued in his voice overtook him, slowing his heart.

The vines curled around his neck, and now there were leaves, sprouting from the greenery, wrapping him up like a cocoon. Beanpole slowly pulled his hands back, grinning when Tommy leaned forward after them. "And then when you're all grown, you'll join me in the court as a prince, with our father and brother."

The panic returned as the fae and his magic stepped back, but before Tommy could open his mouth and insist this was wrong, yell again that he didn't want this, leaves snapped shut over his head, plunging him in darkness. A sweet scent filled the space - he yanked his head back, trying to catch a breath of fresh air, but his head was swimming more than ever. The scent grew stronger, choking him, and then there was nothing but darkness and quiet.

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The changing didn't take as long as Wilbur expected, considering the child's feisty attitude. It always took longer when the human was more resistant to the idea. He hummed to himself as the cocoon solidified, slowly turning gold as it drank his magic and began the change. In only a few minutes it began to tremble, before twirling like a tornado and pulling in on itself, shrinking down to a small seed. The fae prince scooped it up and examined it closely, before turning and stepping through the trunk of the Hawthorne. The fairy tree rippled as it carried him through the barrier between Realms, allowing him to step out on the edge of the Meadow.

It was early morning in the Forest, and the young faeries were already flitting about, chasing each other about the blooming flowers or bothering the caretakers for breakfast. He spotted Puffy and Foolish on the other side of the field, chatting quietly as they set down platters of fresh fruits and decanters of nectar for the babies to eat. The latter spotted him and gave a wave, and Wilbur gave a short wave back before wading into the knee-high field and searching for a spot of clear ground.

After a moment of search he spied a spot between a pink tulip and a deep violet allium. Kneeling in the dirt, he carefully dug a small hole and dropped in the seed before carefully covering it with the displaced dirt. A careful drop of his magic soaked the mound, and after only a moment a curl of green appeared. It quickly grew, a long stem shooting up to nearly Wilbur's height, a large bud rapidly grew along the top. The fae jumped to his feet eagerly, watching as the green cover peeled back to reveal bright yellow petals. Wilbur watched expectantly as they fell open, revealing a large sunflower, a small shape curled up on the seeded center. With gentle movements, Wilbur scooped the faerie into his hands.

The boy was still a mess of lanky limbs and blonde curls, but his wounds had been healed, and his clothes were now clean (though his shoes were gone - for some reason, they never survived the change). There was a lump of thinly-furred skin against his back, still wet with fresh magic from the cocoon. Gently, Wilbur stretched out one of the wings, taking in the white crescent-moon shapes and the red highlights among the gray fuzz. A moth, then - Techno could probably tell him exactly what kind, but for now Wilbur was satisfied just seeing his new brother's wings grown and intact. Out of curiosity, he shifted the child to rest in the palm of one hand, and with his other stretched out his thumb and pointer finger.

He'd been right - faeries were no larger than the space between.

Grinning, Wilbur pressed the child to his chest and moved to the edge of the meadow, avoiding Puffy's knowing grin. He settled beneath a tree, leaning against the bark, and hummed to the sleeping boy. It would take a few hours for him to wake, and more for his wings to properly dry. Then he'd be ready to learn how to fly, how to use his magic, how to grow and laugh and enjoy life as all children should. He'd know nothing but love now, and would never stumble about in the woods bleeding and stinking of fear again. He'd be cherished, not only by Wilbur and the caretakers, but by all the fae.

Wilbur had found himself a little bit of sunshine, and he was never letting it go.

Wilbur Soot you are a nightmare to write when I'm tired.

I hope you enjoyed! Had this idea for a while, thought it would make a good little one-shot. I do have a few more ideas for this AU, so if you'd be interested in seeing more, please let me know in a comment!

#dreamsmp #dream smp #mcyt #mcyt g/t #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dark #kidnapping #minor injuries #fae AU #fantasy AU #one-shot #giant/tiny #g/t #g/t writing

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sourtomatola · 8 months

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Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories:

F/M

Multi

Fandoms:

Five Nights at Freddy's

The Sun and Moon Show (Web Series)

Relationships:

Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader

Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader

Eclipse (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader

Characters:

Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Kill Code (Sun and Moon Show)

Blood Moon (Sun and Moon Show)

Eclipse (Sun and Moon Show)

Grandma - Character

Ruin Eclipse (Sun and Moon Show)

great aunt

Additional Tags:

Kidnapping

(of course)

Fae Magic

Dark Fae AU

Magic Food

tea time

High Fae

Non-Sexual Intimacy

We're off to see the wizard

tricks and lies

names with power

Words:5,438

Have your cake and swing it too

Chapter 2: A lie for a lie, a truth for a truth

Summary:

A great grand uncles invitation to tea? You may as well just feel like a spider in the web

#I don't know how to give summaries #or add all the warnings stuff to tumblr posts #fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #Sun and moon show #sams kill code #kill code #blood moon #sams blood moon #kidnapping #cause thats what I do XD #thing on your swing #dark fae au #have your cake and swing it too #my fic

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blueisquitetired · 1 year

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Submas FaeU- Fairytales chapter 4 (The Princess part 1) has now been uploaded!

Come check it out- I’m worried I’ll scare everyone off 😖

Summary: Emmet gets spirited away

#blue’s writing #submas fae au #monster submas #monster ingo #submas #submas au #subway master ingo #subway master emmet #the AU starts here lol #I write predominately fluff so I’m kinda scared no one will wanna read stuff with stakes?#like Emmet gets hecking kidnapped #changeling ingo au #fairy tale au

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 1 year

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Faerie The Hatchet, Pt2

Summary: Fae!Bruce has forcefully adopted a child. Now what?

Pt 1

Dick’s first observations about the faerie world were that it was dark and cold.

Perhaps this wasn’t a particularly elegant observation – wasn’t the way that the air felt thicker (as if it were carrying something in it that he couldn’t see but knew, instinctively, was something More), wasn’t the way that the grass reached his chest and that he could hide under stray flowers, wasn’t the specks of light that floated through the air like glitter – but, in his defense, when you’re cold it’s kinda hard to think about much else.

He turned to his kidnapper, who was watching facial expressions flit across his face with eager eyes.

“I’m cold,” he told it. Because complaining and being a nuisance is fun to do when you’ve just been scammed out of your life.

The fae blinked at him. It reached a hand out, as if trying to gauge the temperature of the air, and shook his head to himself.

“I don’t feel…”

And then something seemed to click in its mind.

“You’re human,” he gasped.

That was all the warning Dick got before he got attacked by a flurry of very angry (but admittedly rather warm) fabrics. Jacket after jacket was piled on top of him, and he thought he was going to crumple under the weight of it all.

The fae looped a scarf around his neck – or, rather, around the collar of the collective jackets, because his neck was already hidden – and then dropped a hat on his head. It squinted at him momentarily. Another hat was added.

B nodded once to itself, pleased. “That should keep you warm while we walk.”

Dick gave him a blank stare.

The fae frowned. “Do you need more? Maybe another hat or some mittens?”

“Nononono,” Dick said immediately, because please god he was already dying over here. “I just... why are we walking? You’re a fae. Can’t you – I don’t know – teleport or something?”

“Don’t you want to see the world?” B said, motioning vaguely to the world around them.

Dick squinted suspiciously. In a normal conversation, that might have come across as a regular response, but he was suddenly paying very close attention to the words coming out of B’s mouth, which allowed him to notice that the fae was avoiding answering.

“I can fly…” the fae admitted, somewhat reluctantly, and one of his wings came up in a halfhearted kind of wave. “But I don’t want to risk dropping you. And we’re not that far away, anyways.”

Dick groaned and wondered if he should plop right down onto the ground. Despite the cold, it wasn’t actually snowing, so it was probably fine to just lay there forever.

The fae considered him for a long moment before sighing. “Fine.”

Dick came to regret this. It turns out, flying is not as cool as it is made out to be in books. He shrieked and clutched onto B’s shirt as they zipped into the air and, despite the fact that the man gave him a couple of moments to adjust to the way they bobbed up and down in the air with every beat of his wings, Dick couldn’t seem to stop screaming.

Eventually, B realized that nothing he did stopped him from crying, and he took off in the direction of his house.

This did not stop the crying. But the wind did make it harder for the fae to hear, which was definitely better. Probably.

Dick buried his face in the man’s shirt, wishing he had just given in and walked, his fingers digging into the fabric desperately to make sure he couldn’t be dropped.

It was because of this that he didn’t realize exactly how big the place was until he was in it.

Dick had pulled his face away from the fae now that the wind had died out, and found himself in a room that was larger than his house.

His mouth fell open, and if he weren’t being carried he was sure his knees would have buckled as the pure weight of all of his shock threatened to send him tumbling to the floor.

He looked up at B with wide eyes.

“You’re rich?”

B chuckled.

“What, did I not tell you? I rule the night – am the night, really.”

Dick’s mouth practically unhinged in its desperation to drop lower. He looked around, at all of the extravagant things in silver and a velvety blue fabric that Dick was pretty sure he could quite literally get lost in, at the expensive artwork, the elegant marble floors, and the high walls that gave way to allow a perfect view of the eternal night sky.

“No lower-level fae would be able to get so close to the village without being chased off,” B said, carefully setting Dick on his own two legs. They trembled beneath him, but there was a steadying hand on his shoulder that was practically bearing all of his weight on its own. “But they don’t try that with me. They know better.”

Dick nodded numbly.

B smiled, and his free hand came up to give the boy a tiny pat on the head. “Now, let me introduce you to someone important.”

This ‘someone important’ seemed to appear out of nowhere, as if the very shadows melded together to form him the moment he had been thought about. But that couldn’t be right, because he looked like a regular guy. An old man Dick might have seen in the village. Was he not?

“He will take care of you while I get everything set up for your stay,” B said, smiling.

The maybe-human smiled as well, but his was much less threatening than B’s. It wasn’t a wide smile, in fact the change in his face was hardly noticeable, but there was something pleasant about him. Dick couldn’t help but smile back.

“He is… my butler-dad,” B explained.

Dick stared at him.

He cleared his throat. “I mean… my dad-butler.”

Because, apparently, he thought it was the order that had thrown him off.

“You can call me A,” ‘A’ said, smiling.

Dick blinked. And then he grinned. “Oh, because he’s ‘B’? And you’re ‘A’, because you were first, right?”

A chuckled a little. “No, actually, I’ve always gone by ‘A’, and I’ve never heard of him being called ‘B’ before, but it’s quite a fun coincidence, don’t you think?”

He snorted. “Yeah. Now, all you need is a ‘C’.”

“Perhaps we already have one.”

Dick narrowed his eyes at him confusedly. Did B have a kid? Then it wouldn’t a ‘perhaps’ kind of situation, would it?

And then it clicked.

Oh.

“You know that I was kidnapped, right?”

“It’s not as uncommon as you seem to think,” A said, unconcerned.

Dick narrowed his eyes more.

He was pulled from his skepticism-induced-by-confusion by a surprisingly fond pat on the head. He looked up at B.

“Stay here. I’ll be back soon.”

And then he was simply left in a world he knew nothing about. Great. Fun. Dick’s day was going amazingly.

He looked back at butler-dad-faerie-man. “So… what is there to do around here?”

The fae smiled. “Would you like to see B’s baby pictures?”

Dick took a moment to process the fact that there are, apparently, baby fae. It made sense, he supposed, but it felt too normal.

And then he nodded. “Absolutely I would.”

And, so, Dick was led off through the castle to find material to make fun of B with.

Dick stared at the food in front of him.

And then turned his nose up at it.

Not because it didn’t look good. Admittedly, Dick was pretty sure he had never seen a spread of food this fresh, and certainly not so much of it at once. It felt like a waste, but he was standing his ground regardless.

“I refuse,” he said, just to make sure the not-man got it.

“Robin. You want me to travel to the human world, in the dead of summer… to get you food?”

Dick nodded firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not supposed to eat fae food.”

“It’s perfectly edible,” B said, a little mortified as he motioned to the many trays of food. “You’ll like it.”

“If you eat fae food you can’t come back,” he recited, turning away so he wouldn’t be forced to see it, wouldn’t be tempted.

The fae just looked confused, now. “You can’t go back to your world, anyways.”

He stuck his tongue out. “Human food or nothing.”

The fae sputtered. Maybe it was a bad idea to antagonize the thing that had kidnapped him, had magic Dick couldn’t even dream of, and maybe technically owned him… but, again, it had kidnapped him. So. Who cares?

And then the fae went still. Their entire body tensed up, pulling taut. His eye twitched.

“Um… B…?” Dick said, wondering if, perhaps, he should care.

The fae tried to force a serene smile, but then something angry flickered across his expression and he pushed himself to his feet suddenly.

The fae gritted his teeth. “Hold on a moment.”

He disappeared.

Dick blinked at the place where B had just been, and then looked at A questioningly.

A shrugged. “Usually, when he gets like that, it means someone is picking around his mushroom circle.”

Dick frowned a little to himself. “Like… walking around it or literally picking around it?”

“Literally,” A said grimly, shaking his head.

He grimaced and mouthed a prayer for whomever it was that had made the mistake of purposefully (or perhaps accidentally, but he wasn’t sure how possible it was to accidentally pick at a fae’s mushroom circle) messing with a fae.

Apparently, the prayer was the right way to go, though, because B didn’t come back covered in blood, nor was he holding a body.

He was, however, holding a basket filled to the brim with bread and jam. “I found a solution to our food problem!”

Dick frowned confusedly as the basket was set in front of him, and then looked up at the fae, who was smiling way too widely for him to not be a little bit put off.

“It’s… not fae food?” He asked carefully.

B shook his head. “Not fae food.” He confirmed. And then added a quick: “It’s from your world, apparently freshly baked, too, so go ahead and dig in.”

Dick started to ask how he had gotten the food, but then decided he probably just stole it from a shop or something. He looked back down at the basket-worth of food that must have been a pain to get. And it had gotten it… just because Dick had asked. It wasn’t like it, in its infinite power and apparent ownership over him, couldn’t force him to just eat the fae food. But it didn’t. It went out of his way to do what he wanted.

“I appreciate it,” he mumbled before taking a bite.

A liked to garden.

Dick liked to be in the garden.

It was only natural that they ended up spending quite a lot of time together.

“Why don’t you just grow the flowers with magic?” Dick found it in himself to ask one day.

A tipped his head to the side consideringly. Dick had yet to find anything quite off about the man, or at least not anything obvious. He didn’t have large wings or pointy teeth like B, and the too-pale skin was easy to attribute to the lack of sunlight in their portion of the faerie world… but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anything that tipped Dick off to the fact that the man wasn’t quite human. There was something other lurking behind those eyes, dancing behind the words that he used, in the tiny mannerisms that never seemed to quite match up with what was ‘normal’.

Now, he scrutinized Dick with eyes that were just a little too dark to be ‘right’, and Dick felt the urge to shiver.

But then he looked back down at the coriander he was tending to.

“There is something satisfying about growing things by hand, don’t you agree?”

He considered this for a moment.

“You’re a wise man, A.”

A smiled a little. It was hard to notice, but Dick could see it in the way the lines in his face deepened.

“Alfred,” the fae said after a moment.

Dick blinked at him. The air around them seemed charged, electric almost, and he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He could practically hear the word hanging in the air, as if waiting for him to accept it.

“What?” He said, his voice embarrassingly squeaky.

The man didn’t seem to notice.

“That’s my name. Alfred.”

As if it was that that had thrown Dick off.

Still, mustered up a smile.

“Nice to meet you, then, Alfred.”

Dick liked to hang around B while he was trying to work. Quite literally. He liked to climb on the nearest random thing and, if possible, hang upside down from it like a bat. He thought it was funny.

B seemed to disagree, because every time he did this the fae would sigh a little and stop what he was doing to watch Dick.

To make sure he didn’t fall.

Dick was strangely pleased to learn of this development.

It was fun to drop and watch the fae scramble to catch him, too. B was surprisingly quick, even more so than he would have expected from a fae, and the wings only allowed him to cross a room even faster. There was no reason for him to be scared, and yet Dick always got to watch the fae’s eyes widen in horror whenever he realized that he was about to let go.

One time he did it while B had been holding a tray of food that he had been intending to take to his study to eat while he worked.

It was kind of funny to meet his eyes and watch as realization dawned and all of the emotions flickered across his face in real time. Watch as he dropped all of the food just to make sure that Dick didn’t get a minor bruise from dropping five feet.

B groaned as the stuff clattered on the floor.

He still set Dick down gently before he moved to clear everything up.

Dick swallowed thickly, the bread of his sandwich tasting almost stale in his mouth even though he knew it was just as fresh as it was every other day.

He looked up at B. “What does fae food do to you?” He asked carefully.

B tilted his head to the side at a slightly unnatural angle. He took a moment to finish chewing his steak, and Dick knew that was just for the sake of manners, but he couldn’t help but feel nerves crawl up his throat the longer the fae without giving a direct answer.

“It turns you into a fae,” he said eventually. “The reason why it’s said you’ll ‘never be able to go back’ is that you’ll never go back the same, and even if you do they likely wouldn’t allow you back in. The humans of your time misinterpreted it as being stuck here.”

Dick looked at the table full of food.

It would happen at some point. The human food was going to be hard to get eventually, once the townsfolk realized what the ‘traveler’ who kept visiting their village reall was.

He’d rather it be on his own terms.

He dragged a tray of cubed watermelon pieces closer to himself.

He still hesitated.

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

“It does,” B said. “For a little longer than a day. But I promise I’ll take care of you the entire time.”

Dick nodded slightly. He took a deep breath before popping one into his mouth.

It was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He’d never been much of a fan of watermelon, it was watery, without much flavor, but now the juices nearly ran down his chin. He grabbed another one and shoved it in his mouth, and delighted in the fact that it was just as good as the one before it.

Before he knew it, he was shoveling everything he could reach into his mouth, practically standing in his chair to grab the next nearest thing, food-covered hands staining the tablecloth but he didn’t care –.

Hands caught his own. He was forced into B’s chest, away from the food.

He screamed and kicked his feet as hard as he could, but the fae showed no signs that it even felt it. It just carefully pulled him away, until he was in another room. He felt like crying. He just wanted to eat. What was so wrong with that?

“That’s enough for the night.”

He made a sound in the back of his throat. It wasn’t right, wasn’t human, incomprehensible even to his own ears, but B seemed to understand regardless.

A kiss was pressed to the crown of his head.

“Sleep,” was whispered against his hairline, and Dick found his eyes drifting closed before he had fully processed the word.

His eyes opened, and he instantly regretted it.

His head hurt. His throat hurt. His back hurt. His fingers hurt. His ears hurt –.

Okay, yeah, no, everything hurt.

He groaned and curled tighter in the impossibly soft blankets.

“Robin?” A voice whispered, and even that felt too loud. He picked his head up to send the offender a glare, but B only smiled in response. “Nice to see you up. Do you think you can stomach some more food?”

He thought this over. Everything hurt, but his stomach felt strangely nice. But also bad. Which should be a crime. Why is everything confusing? He wants to cry again.

He needed food, he decided.

“Fud,” he said, because his stupid throat hurt and his mouth refused to work with him and his life sucks.

“Alfred?” B said.

“Already prepared, sir.”

Food was set beside him.

Dick made a vague movement. He hoped. He couldn’t really move.

There was a quiet laugh, and he swore he heard the click of a camera shutter, but then a careful hand was pulling him up to sit.

“Don’t make me do the airplane thing,” B said, almost jokingly.

Dick leaned into B heavily instead.

B gave a long-suffering sigh but didn’t verbally complain as he gently shoved the spoon against a half-awake Dick’s mouth.

Scratch that. Dick was no longer awake. Bye.

He was in a dark room.

He curled his fingers in the soft pillow he was propped up against, and it gave a quiet hiss of pain. Which he was pretty sure was not normal for pillows, but who was he to say?

“Awake again?” The pillow asked.

He made a sound that sounded like ‘mnf’. Which wasn’t particularly helpful for the pillow, but he didn’t care.

The pillow hummed one impossibly low note. A hand slid into his hair, and he gave a contented sigh as sharp fingernails just barely scratched at his scalp.

“Food?”

How dare the pillow speak, it should be concentrating on giving him head scratches. Those were grea –.

Wait, food?

He slowly unstuck a hand from the pillow’s case so he could hold a hand out for food.

The pillow snickered a little and Dick smiled when a small package of sunflower seeds was set in his palm.

He opened his eyes to find himself clinging to B. Which, embarrassing, but whatever, he could live with that.

Besides, he was more interested in checking a mirror.

He dragged himself away from B, up onto shaky feet.

A hand reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, keeping him from faceplanting immediately.

“What do you want?”

“Mirror.”

The fae hummed a little. “The change probably isn’t as large as you’re expecting,” he told him.

Dick blinked at him for a moment before huffing and turning to point at the mirror he knew lay on his vanity.

B gave a quiet chuckle before helping Dick over to it, allowing him to lean in and look for any differences.

And, well, B was right when he said there wasn’t a lot to look at. Dick still looked like himself.

There were a couple of streaks of color in his hair, and he stared at them for a long moment. The reddish-orange stood out against all of the black. When he touched them, he thought the texture was just barely off, like he was stroking a bird instead of his own head.

But that was all.

He huffed. “All that pain for some dyed hair,” he grumbled.

B laughed and ruffled said hair.

“Do you want some food?”

And Dick thought those words might just be the best ones the fae had ever said.

B rested his arms on the railing, staring out across the sky. It was always dark, and the stars always seemed to shine down on the fae like spotlights.

Dick perched himself on the railing, his legs crossed. He could feel B’s gaze flick to him, and the fae’s hand crept closer as if preparing to catch him if he fell, but he ignored it in favor of squinting out over the horizon.

“There’s light out that way.”

B’s lips twitched into a half-grin. “Yes, but that’s not my domain.”

Dick squinted out over the horizon, at the colors gleaming against the sky. He could see the smudges of reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks of what was either a sunrise or a sunset (time was weird when there was no day/night cycle, and time in faerieland was already Off on top of that).

His gaze fell back down to the glimmering magic that hung in the air like stars that you could reach out and hold. That stuck to B like glitter.

“Any chance I can move?”

B gasped in mock offense before pulling him into his chest so he could ruffle his hair.

Dick grinned and waved him off. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to fix it, and found that it felt strange. It took a moment before he recognized the feeling of feathers sliding through his fingers. He drew a hand back and found a few balls of light clinging to his fingertips.

The fae saw him hesitate. “Are you scared?”

“I…” Dick hesitated. “Maybe.”

“That’s okay,” B said. “Being scared is normal. Frankly, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t scared.”

Dick nodded once, a jerky thing.

There was a beat of hesitation before the fae pulled Dick into his chest again, but this time not to ruffle the boy’s hair. Arms wrapped around him carefully, and he was slotted under B’s chin. Wings wrapped around him, and the leathery things should have felt strange and cold, but Dick drew them closer to himself.

“Bruce,” the man offered quietly. Even the normal name sounded strange as it curled around the fae’s tongue, as if there was a physical weight to it.

Even if Dick hadn’t known the implications, he would have realized it in that moment. Some part of him, one that shouldn’t have really existed, felt a quiet surge of power as the word settled itself by his heart.

Dick’s eyes widened and his head jerked up to look so fast that he might’ve wobbled in place on the banister if it weren’t for the appendages wrapping him in a hug. B’s – no, Bruce’s – face showed no change. If Dick hadn’t known any better, he would have thought that the man didn’t even realize he had told Dick his name, would have thought it was an accident. But Bruce had sounded so careful while he said it, while he gave it to him, and Dick didn’t know what to say.

“You don’t have to give me your name in return, Robin, not until you’re ready. If ever. This is a gift, freely given.”

Dick swallowed thickly, and the name felt like lead on his tongue as he mumbled a careful, “Okay, Bruce.”

A kiss was pressed into his hairline, and no other words were shared that night. The name hanging in the air was enough for the both of them.

“Richard,” he said one day, allowing the word to permeate the silence.

Bruce blinked once.

And then, strangely, the fae gave a sheepish little smile. “I know.”

Dick frowned. “What do you mean?”

Bruce rubbed the back of his neck, a surprisingly human gesture, his eyes flicking away. “I used to get non-fae food from a human in your village. They let your name slip on the first day.”

Dick mulled this over for a long moment.

“I didn’t want you to stress out about me knowing your name, and I didn’t want to use it before you were comfor –.”

Bruce cut himself off when Dick barreled into his stomach, almost knocking him over with the force of his hug. But the fae caught himself in the air, and Dick didn’t even mind the fact that he was now floating, half in the man’s lap, as he hugged him as tightly as his still-mostly-human arms would allow.

A small, wheezing laugh ruffled his hair before arms wrapped around him, just as tightly.

“I assume you’d like ‘Dick’ as your new nickname, instead of ‘Robin’?”

Dick only gave about a half-second’s thought before nodding. He had given the fae his name, after all, he wanted him to use it.

“You can call me whatever you want, too,” Bruce said after a long moment.

“Okay, Brunhilda.”

Bruce groaned a little, but Dick could still hear the tiny bit of laughter hiding in the edges of the sound.

After a couple of minutes, Dick pulled back just slightly, looking up at B.

“I’m not sure if I want to call you ‘dad’, it feels like I’m just forgetting about my other dad, but… maybe one day,” he said.

B smiled and leaned to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“I’m willing to wait. We have an eternity, after all.”

Dick knew something was wrong the moment he saw Bruce walking into the house. Through the front doors. What was he? Normal? Please.

He squinted at him suspiciously. “Did you hurt your wings? Were the balcony doors locked again?”

Bruce’s face reddened just slightly. “No…”

“Then why are you being so normal?”

Bruce hesitated before slowly stepping out of the way to reveal a girl with red hair that Dick recognized as being from his village. Except… maybe not, because he certainly didn’t remember her looking quite like that. Surely, he would have noticed someone with scales dotting their skin like strange freckles.

“I found another one.”

“Technically, I found you,” the girl said.

Bruce gave a tiny sigh. “Help me explain this to A?”

Dick stuck his tongue out at him. “Nope! Good luck, B!”

And then he ran away before B could whine his ear off about it.

He wondered, absently, when his fears had gone from being Caught Out By The Fae to simply wanting to avoid getting complained to. When had he stopped being scared of B and A and the strange world that they lived in?

Perhaps when the being had given him its name? Or when it had carefully explained what eating fae food would do to him without hiding any information? Or, perhaps, it was even before then? When Bruce had shown even on the first day that he would go out of his way to make Dick happy?

He didn’t know.

But, as he slid down a banister to get away faster and started yelling for Alfred, Dick thought that, maybe, he liked it better this way.

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All Fae-n And Games Masterlist

#fae au #faerie the hatchet #batman #dc #dc comics #faerie #fae folk #fae #dick grayson #nightwing #robin #bruce wayne #maybe the real kidnapping is the fluff we did along the way

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yourbuerokrat2 · 2 years

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Got a list of WiPs which I may or may not hopefully get to work on this weekend.

#got a fic about the creepy!Fae!Q AU that will hopefully be finished by Halloween #but somehow I am kind of stuck right now #also the Royal Republic fics #and the crack Au of Q being a fanfic author #and possibly writing my own fic to the scenarion of Q2 kidnapping Picard

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jazoriahrecs · 2 years

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Fandom: Sanders Sides

Author: IronWoman359

Length: 1 414 words

Rating: General

Summary: Virgil is captured by fae hunters in an attempt to lure his fae lover into a trap. Little do the hunters know that Virgil’s boyfriend is no ordinary fae

Review: Protective badassery from Logan. It is all the rage.

#sanders sides #under 5000 words #rating general #virgil/logan #protective #fae au #kidnapping

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twstjam · 7 months

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I like to imagine that in an au where Meleanor lives and Lilia somehow still gets custody of Silver, like Malleus she is also initially disgusted by Silver before growing extremely attached to him because the "you love me, so you'll love my child" thing goes both ways.

A few hcs that I had while I brainrotted about this in Discord dms:

-Meleanor, like her son, is very fascinated by Silver's fast development.

-She is an easily impressed aunt/godmother and would heap SO MUCH praise on Silver for the littlest things. (and immediately turn around and strike Lilia with lightning for interrupting her)

-Lilia, on the phone(?): "Silver just said his first words!"

Meleanor, appearing in a burst of fire: "HOLY SHIT!!!"

-Sort of reflecting fae in folklore, she loves to kidnap take Silver back to the castle with her for "play dates" with Malleus, who will complain about it as he so very gently plays with the fragile infant his mother had trusted him with (he is a tsundere big brother)

-Revan always sighs every time he catches Silver in the castle because he KNOWS his wife didn't tell Lilia she took him, but he isn't unhappy to see him. Will include Silver in Malleus's tutoring sessions even though Malleus's curriculum is much too advanced for the average human, let alone a baby.

-Growing up, Silver calls Meleanor "Mother" because he hears Malleus call her that all the time. When he grows out of it and starts calling her "Lady Meleanor/Meleanor-sama", she sulks about it a bit.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland au #twst spoilers #twst book 7 spoilers #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #meleanor draconia #silver vanrouge #twst silver #silver twisted wonderland #diasomnia #diasomnia spoilers #matcha nonsense

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sterekbigbang · 2 months

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Power of a Name (22,377) by @mindofmim Art by @eevylynn For @sterekbigbang 2023-2024, Round 6 Rating: Teen and Up Relationships & Characters: Derek/Stiles, Derek, Stiles, Scott, Sheriff, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Allison, Chris, Peter Tags: Kidnapping, fae, ritual, spark Stiles, soulmate au, Derek and Stiles are soulmates, pack to the rescue, pinning, Derek works as a mechanic, Derek and Stiles friendship, angst Derek, happy ending

Summary: Everyone has their soulmates first name written on their wrist (some born with it. For some it comes once there's soulmate is born), Derek got his when he turned five. From the moment he met Stiles, he wished they were soulmates. But "Stiles" isn't the name encoded on his wrist. Kidnapped by Fae, Stiles knows the only way to save Derek, and buy the pack enough time to figure out a rescue plan is to make a deal with the queen. And he's only got one bargaining chip - his name; Mieczysław. Derek lost everything the day his pack died, and again when he learnt Stiles was his soulmate (only to lose him in the same breath). His last hope was that the pack could decode Stiles' clue and bring him home, so he could apologize and make things right.

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hongism · 5 months

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AND IT'S SNOWING... - A WINTER FIC FEST

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tis the season for fics that have absolutely nothing to do with christmas and everything to do with other tomfoolery! (aka we spent an hour and a half trying to figure out how to make our concepts be christmas-themed just to forgo the idea of christmas altogether...) from aliens to fae to the ex-turned-sugar-daddy, tune in this winter season for shenanigans... and it's snowing! ❄

all fics are rated m and not intended for underage audiences. please heed individual warnings attributed to each work.

WINTER BLOSSOM

written by atzfilm pairing: k.yeosang x reader genre: alien au, secret relationship summary: earth abandoned centuries ago, you travel the cosmos alone. you land on a smaller planet, meeting an exiled dweller that calls himself yeosang.

WHAT LIES BENEATH US

written by hongism pairing: c.san x reader genre: college au, established relationship summary: one busy semester is all it took for you and san to find yourselves struggling to find footing in the storm that is your relationship, yet rather than let go, he asked for one more week, one more day, one last chance to help get you back to shore

APRICITY

written by atzfilm pairing: c.jongho x reader genre: faeries au, enemies to lovers summary: with your kingdoms having been at war for centuries, it's only fitting that you would be kidnapped and locked in the room with your sworn enemy – choi jongho.

SWEET JUICE

written by hongism pairing: s.mingi x reader genre: witches/warlocks au, strangers to lovers summary: the new apothecary in your small village is harboring a dark secret, you're certain of it, if only because he bears a starkly familiar crest on his shop sign - one that denotes the presence of magic.

LOVERS IN THE NIGHT

written by atzfilm pairing: j.yunho x reader genre: sugar daddy au, exes to lovers summary: just out of your college with a freshly printed degree, you set out for a job that would fit your somewhat high standards. after a brief scroll through a sugar daddy website and a meeting set-up, you sit across from the one man you didn't expect to see — jeong yunho, your ex-boyfriend and apparently, a millionaire looking for someone to spoil.

SILLAGE

written by hongism pairing: k.hongjoong x reader genre: royalty au, first love summary: sillage — the scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone's perfume — it hardly takes much to fall

SEASONS

written by atzfilm pairing: p.seonghwa x reader genre: blind date au, friends to lovers summary: after failing over and over on every date you've gone on, your friends finally resort to setting you up on a blind date in the hopes of making things go right.

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

written by hongism pairing: j.wooyoung x reader genre: roommates au, fake dating summary: you imagine that you've cut yourself a rather decent deal in bagging jung wooyoung as your roommate, and yet, things that seem a little too good to be true have a way of cracking at the seems all too easily.

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#ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez series #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #wooyoung x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #jongho x reader #ateez fanfic #winter fic fest 2023 #bee & caly shenanigans !!!!

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flipppyflopp · 15 days

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“How dare you lay hands on my son!” 🦇⚔️

An angst filled return to my Neverland AU! This is not only the moment Silver lost his wings, but also when Lilia loses his long hair in my au. There were nocturnal fae jealous of the new diurnal fairy, Silver, that was taken in by the Wing Snatcher, Lilia Vanrouge, and they kidnapped him one day. On that fateful day, they cut off Silver’s beautiful wings, causing him to never fly again. Luckily, Sebek notices Silver’s absence and tells Lilia, who immediately searches for his son, but by the time he finds him…it’s too late. Lilia takes revenge on the fae and while dodging one of their strikes, Lilia loses his long locks.

Before Lilia can go too far, Malleus arrives and orders Lilia to stand down because even though it would be fair to rip those fae apart for what they did, it’s not right. One day I’ll draw the full comic of this moment, but for now take this little glimpse…it would even be fun to try and write this all up…but where’s the time for that 🤪 Leave any questions for the au in my inbox and I’ll answer as soon as possible! ✨

#lilia vanrouge #silver #silver vanrouge #diasomnia #neverland au #twst neverland #twisted wonderland #twst #ツイステッドワンダーランド #ツイステ #twst fanart #twisted wonderland fanart #my art #fanart #doodle

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yuri-is-online · 2 months

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I was thinking back to the Halloween Event in TWST and that moment where Ace yells at Malleus for kidnapping Yuu (and other other students, he guesses) and IDK, maybe it's just how I look at Malleus' face and tone, but I could just picture him looking at Ace and thinking "Ah yes. He shall make a fine Queensguard for when I marry the Prefect"

I think you might be the only person who saw that scene and saw something other than aceyuu and o7 props for that know what you like and make everything about it, that's what I say!

I did sort of tear my hair out about this for a bit because my initial reaction was to say "I don't think Briar Valley recruits from outside countries" but that's not really true. I seem to remember that Sebek's grandpa isn't originally from Briar Valley, he's from the Sunset Savannah but he is still a fae so maybe they only make exceptions for other fae? Either way I can't really see Ace accepting a body guard position, he'd probably find it too boring ha. And I don't think Malleus would think to offer that since he would much rather leave guarding his spouse to Silver and Sebek. Lilia guarded both his parents after all, it just makes sense for him to trust his guards with his spouse too. His friends have more than proved themselves capable of such an honor.

I think the scene showed how much Malleus likes being treated like a person. He put Ace's friend in danger and Ace is chewing him out like he would anyone else, and it's someone Malleus cares about too so he's extra appreciative! It's good to know the people you care about have people around them who do too. He might not think to hire him on as a guard, but I could absolutely see him giving Ace and Deuce honorary titles as blessings because of how much he appreciates all they did for Yuu while they were at school. It is part of his role as Briar Valley's king to bestow gifts after all.

Now historical fantasy au Ace as an actual card soldier and Queensguard to Royal Riddle? That I can see.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #i have an actual idea for a fantasy iseakai ish ayuu that would be a multi part fic #i was keeping it offline since i thought i might want to do something original with it but nah #it takes too much from other things to feel like my own #but i can't decide who yuu's getting shipped with sjknfdjdfng #problems for later me i suppose

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Could I request a self aware twst au with like the first years :D?

I want to thank all the people who interacted with that post earlier today. It gave me enough motivation to go out and finish this piece.

While trying to think up concepts for this work, it occured to me that all the first years (except Ortho) were in sports clubs. That means there is one event perfect for you to bond with your first year friends.

Ace kicks a pile of canvas laying in a heap at his feet, “This is ridiculous! What if something happens while we’re gone!” His mouth twists into an unpleasant grimace. He looks to his basketball club members for backup, but no one will meet his eye. So, he turns to where he knows he’ll find support. “Oi, Sebek!” The green haired fae is distractedly pounding away at a tent stake nearby but it is easy to see from his expression that his heart isn’t in it. “What happens if someone tries to kidnap the Player when we aren’t there to protect them? You know how famous they are!” Sebek stops hammering and slowly looks up, tears forming in his eyes.

“SILVER! SILVER!” he shouts to his clubmate, “What if I’m not there to protect the Player! Forget this event, we must return to the school with ALL HASTE!” He looks to his fellows for support but again, none of the senior students stop what they are doing. Ace, however, is fast to abandon his own camping site and join Sebek. “Right, right?” he eagerly urges Sebek on, “What does this even matter if our Player isn’t here to see it?”

“Stop it,” the sturdy voice of Jack growls, “It doesn’t pay to get worked up over it. This is in the story, so we have to do it. That’s just how it is.” Sebek stares at the wolf beastman silently, tears falling from his eyes. “Maybe we can tell them about it later!” Deuce tries to cheer his fellow freshman up, “I’m sure they’d like to hear about it. They always listened to my card stories before…well before it happened. I think they’d like to hear about this too!” At that Sebek seemed mightily cheered and returned to setting up his tent with gusto, muttering about what he’d tell the Player about later. Ace scoffs, sensing his defeat and returns bitterly to his own site.

Epel wanders over and observes Ace silently. “You finished?” Ace asks in surprise. “Yeah, Leona is a great leader and took charge of getting us set up right away!” Epel informs him, “I had time to put up my tent and help Ruggie set up one for Leona too!” Then he looks down and kicks Ace’s sad abandoned tent as well, “I just wish the Player was here to see it. I bet they’d have been really impressed with how fast I finished.” Ace frowns and complains, “But they aren’t here. They are back at school with the Arts Clubs.” This causes Epel to scowl deeply, “Dagnabit! I didn’t need a reminder of that! I can just picture those frou-frou artsy types trying to suck up to the Player. Trying to get them to talk different, eat different, just…” He doesn’t finish the thought but the way he grinds his teeth shows how he feels about the idea.

The sound of pounding tent stakes and shifting canvas is diminished when the booming voice of Coach Vargas booms out, “Listen up, young campers! Now, I know you don’t need any additional motivation to showcase your strength and fortitude here after I’ve done an AMAZING job setting up this EXCITING AND ENTERTAINING EVENT!” Here he pauses and casts a quick look over his shoulder before straightening up again. “But if you do!” Then he smiles a beaming smile and sets his hands on his hips. That’s when you pop out from behind him, “Hey guys! Guess who’s here to do their memory keeper duties!”

Ace jumps over his canvas pile in a rush to get to your side and stumbles over it. “Woah, calm down,” you admonish him cheerily, “I’ll be here all weekend.” Epel asks in an innocent sounding voice, “You will? You really will?” You pat the two boys on the shoulder and search out your other first year friends in the crowd. Sebek is sobbing quietly in front of his tent and Deuce is waving excitedly from the distant track club area. Jack gives you a small nod before turning back to his area as though he is unaffected by your appearance, but the cloud of dust kicked up by his wagging tail says otherwise.

You turn toward Vargas and look expectantly. He looks blankly back at you until you awkwardly say, “Go on.” He looks at you a moment before clearing his throat, “Ah yes, yes. Harumph! Anyway, tents are up! Get over here and listen up for your next task!” Then he looks at you as though seeking your approval to hand out the task. You shrug and then nod as though to say, ‘Sure, go for it.’ Vargas gives you a toothy smile and then proceeds to hand out a familiar sounding explanation about the tasks to be assigned to the clubs. You wave lightly before heading back to the cabin to get your own things sorted out. The eagerness of the students fades as fast as your departure.

“So…,” Deuce begins carefully, “We are going to try now? Right?” He looks at Ace for confirmation. Jack snorts behind him, “I was always going to try.” Then he makes a fist and puts on an eager smile, “I’m going to knock this challenge out so fast that the Player can’t help but notice me!” Deuce turns away from Ace to join Jack instead. The two Track Club members fire each other up over their plans to dominate the camp tasks and stand out to the Player. Deuce quickly becomes so distracted by this that he forgets Ace entirely. This is just the chance Ace has been waiting for to quietly slip away.

“So, Prefect,” Ace begins as he appears at your side. You yelp and drop your backpack, catching it before it hits the ground and damages your precious ghost camera. “Ace!” you shout, “What are you doing here? This isn’t in the event!” He looks at you quietly and you quickly backtrack, “I…I mean, shouldn’t you be with the Basketball Club doing…something?” Ace smiles, happy to have avoided an awkward situation. “Nah, I’m not going to mess around in the woods. It’s a team effort, so as long as those other guys do the grunt work, I’ll be fine.” You roll your eyes at his attitude. “Plus, why would I want to be anywhere but with my best buddy, eh Prefect?”

You consider this carefully before slyly narrowing your eyes and gesturing to your unbuilt tent. “Sure, thing, Pal. Why don’t you hang out and help me build my tent.” Ace grimaces, not wanting to do the work but mostly afraid you’ll pick up on his lack of tent-building expertise. The odd standoff is concluded when you hear Coach Vargus bellow, “Nonsense! That won’t do for either of you! I can hardly deprive the Prefect of the chance to enjoy this stimulating muscle-building activity and as for you Ace, well, you are just slacking off.” Ace starts to stammer as you just stand there cringing. Coach Vargus calmly approaches Ace and lifts him up by his collar. It reminds you of how you lift a misbehaving Grim by the scruff of his neck. You wave awkwardly at the departing Ace as he looks imploringly at you from the Coach’s grasp. ‘Oh well, you reap what you sow,’ you think.

A tiring amount of time later, you brush your hands off on your thighs and declare, “There, done!” Then you slowly head over to grab your pack holding the Ghost Camera, among other supplies. The sun is barely at its peak, but you are already sweating with exertion from putting up the tent. You wonder how your more athletic friends among the first-year students are handling it. You know they are more used to the effort, but you hope they are taking necessary precautions. Perhaps you’d just remind them and see if they need to borrow some sunscreen.

You know realize that sunscreen was the least of your safety concerns. You watch in disbelief as Sebek continues to scale a sheer cliff in search of a lantern blossom flower. The reaction of the nearby students was mixed. Silver seemed remarkably unconcerned as he spoke to Riddle nearby. Meanwhile, you and several NPC characters were more nervous. “He is going to fall, isn’t he?” you ask the nearby Scarabia A. He looks at you for a long moment and then shrugs his shoulders. You are not reassured at all.

You turn instead to Ignihyde C and gesture, “This game doesn’t have a mature rating, so he can’t die. Right? Right?” The surprised student looks at you with his mouth falling open before he stammers, “R.right.” Then he looks up at the precarious position of the green haired fae and mumbles, “But maybe you should cheer him on anyway.” You look more intently at the NPC and demand, “Do you think that would help?” He answers you in a fluster, “W..well, if my oshi…I mean friend…if my friend cheered me on, I think it would really help me do my best!”

Right. That is just the sort of thing friends do. “HEY SEBEK!” you shout. The fae somehow hears you shout and looks arrogantly over his shoulder at the spectators but when his eye catches your form, he shakes, and you fear he will tumble from the cliff. “HOLD ON SEBEK, YOU CAN DO IT! I BELIEVE IN YOU!” From even the great distance between you, the image of determination that crosses his expression can be seen. He sets off with a renewed vigor, making daring transitions and finding ways to make speedy progress. With several movements that make you gasp and hold your breath; he reaches the lantern blossom and plucks it from the ground.

Much faster than the ascent, Sebek’s return to the ground was accomplished quite shortly. He was still a considerable distance up when he leaps from the cliff edge to race to your side and show off his prize. He eagerly holds out the glowing lantern blossom for you to view. “Its so pretty,” you comment politely, “I wish I had one.” He gasps and grabs hold of your hand, forcing the poor battered flower into it. “THEN YOU MUST HAVE THIS ONE!” You give him a shocked look, “No really, that is unnecessary. I’ll get one some other day.” He smiles at you smugly, “No need Prefect. Any time you need a lantern blossom, I will fetch one for you.” You guiltily hold out the flower to one student after another, but no member of the Horseback Riding Club will take it from you. “Prefect,” Riddle finally says in a commanding voice, “Its rude to return a gift. We are more than capable of retrieving another lantern blossom.” Sebek and Silver nod in agreement, backing up the Dorm Leader. You think it’s time to go before you cause this club any more trouble. You make your excuses and dash off to the lake.

As you part a pair of branches and emerge from the forest at the lake’s edge, you catch sight of some members of the Spelldrive Club nearby. Ruggie seems to be fishing up a storm while your first-year friend Epel watches from nearby with his own pole. “See,” Ruggie tells his underclassman, “That’s how its done. Now in return for that free lesson, how about you show me what you learned by catching enough fish for the rest of the club! Shishishi!” You roll your eyes at the obvious attempt to foist the work off onto Epel but are surprised with your friend shouts “YES SIR!” with enthusiasm. You catch Ruggie’s eye and give him a quiet tsk tsk which only earns you a mischievous wink before the hyena beastman set’s off toward camp.

You slowly saunter over to Epel, who is fully engaged in his fishing. “So, got a plan?” you asked over his shoulder. “Eh!?” he gasps and drops his pole, “Player! I..I mean Prefect! It’s you! Ya’ had me surprised outta my skin there!” You give him an apologetic smile. Epel stoops down to retrieve his pole and shyly replies, “My plan is just to catch the fish. I’m not going to give up until I’ve caught at least a dozen!” Then he holds up his arm and bends it at the elbow, giving you a little flex to show off his determination. You hold in a laugh, “Well, if you are that fired up, why stop at only one dozen?”

Epel’s eyes go wide for a moment and then he gets a maniacal grin. “Yeah! You’re right! I’m going to catch you at least two dozen fish! Or maybe three or four!” You know Epel is not the type to break his word, so you quickly interrupt to calm down his ambitions, “One dozen is enough! I was just joking.” You wave your hands toward the ground as though to say, let’s lower our expectations. Epel frowns and mutters under his breath, “That isn’t going to impress anyone.” Then he looks at you determined, “Just wait and see! I’ll catch plenty of fish so don’t go eat’n with any other club! When tha fish are in tha bag, I’ll make ya Gram’s special fish stew!”

As Epel gets to work, casting his line and reeling in the lure, you sit beside him on a rock. When the time seems right, you snap a picture of him eagerly lifting a small fish from the lake on his line. “There you go! One down!” you say as you transfer the ghost camera to your elbow and give him a small clap of encouragement. He preens a short second before frowning down at the small fish. “Tha’ next ‘un will be twice as big!” he shouts in determination before casting his line again.

True to his prediction, soon Epel gets a tremendous tug on his pole. You both shout and leap to your feet at the strength of the fish that appears to be on the line. “WOAH!” Epel shouts. You lean over the edge of the lake, trying to see the monster fish Epel has snagged. Epel too seems interested in his opponent and plans one foot firmly while leaning forward to stare intently where his line entered the lake. With a sudden flash, a scaled hand emerges from the lake to grab the tip of Epel’s rod and tugs Epel, pole and all, into the lake. You quickly slide back as far more of Floyd emerges from the lake. He gives you a toothy smile before his trademark laugh emerges and he returns to the lake. Epel does not immediately surface, and you are concerned for a moment before you spot him further down the shore. Though he has concealed himself behind a log, you can tell his ears are flushed with embarrassment. You kindly decide to give him his space.

Halfway to camp, your stomach begins to growl. You thought sadly about Gran’s special fish stew, now beyond your reach. You hoped that you’d manage to sweet talk some fish off someone. They were your friends, so someone is bound to share, right?

The size of Deuce’s eyes when you asked him sweetly if he’d share his food with you rivaled that of the empty plate you held out to him. “Please?” you finish your plea for lunch. Deuce flushes and quickly removes his pack from his shoulder, pulling out a fairly large fish. “No problem, Prefect, I’ve got enough for two here!” You make a little gesture to celebrate your victory and compliment him, “Yeah! Great job catching such a big fish. It looks so huge, I bet its even enough for three people!” Immediately Deuce denies this, “NO! NO, IT’S NOT!” When you pull back in surprise, Deuce continues in a softer voice, “I…I mean this one is just perfect for two. It…its just meant for us. To share. Together.”

You hold up your hands and agree, “Sure, sure. Just you and me. I get you.” Deuce seems so very pleased by your response that you decide to just let his strange response slide. Plus, you need him to cook that fish. “So…what are you making? You know, just for us to share?” you ask as you saddle up to his side? Deuce looks back and forth between you and the fish, “I sure know how to cook this. Yup, I really do.” Your mouth falls into a little O and then you glare at him suspiciously, “Deuce, do you know how to cook fish?” He doesn’t meet your eye but assures you that Trey taught him some recipes. You still have your suspicious but figure if it was a Trey recipe, it would be alright.

“So, what do we do?” you ask Deuce. He looks at you with a dreamy expression, “We? You’re going to cook with me?” You shrug your shoulders, “I mean yeah, that’s how Trey’s recipes are, right?” Then you lean in close and whisper, “Like…Like in the game when we made that chestnut tart together. Right?” Deuce quickly agrees, “Right! Together! You and me! Just…you and me… Ahem!” He finishes with a cough and then, to your relief, sends you to the forest to collect some herbs.

You had a handful of samples and a general area to search for more. Apparently, Jack had scented some out while setting up camp and taken cuttings so his clubmates could retrieve more later. You smiled at the foresight of the first-year student. You weren’t sure exactly what Deuce needed, so you gathered a few handfuls of each type. You walk back to the camp and set your bounty on the table next to the fish Deuce has prepared. It looks like he’s used the time you were away to fillet the fish and make a simple dough. Seeing the dough gives you confidence that this really is a Trey recipe.

“So, what now?” you ask him. “Chop up the herbs and mix them into a paste with water,” Deuce directs. “Sure,” you say while gesturing to the pile, “but which ones?” Deuce pauses and looks at the large pile of greens you have sitting there. “Oh…um…All of them!” Now your doubts are back. “Are you sure about that?” you ask him carefully. “Yeah!” Deuce replies confidently, “Just like Trey says, the more the merrier!” You carefully take two sprigs of herbs and chop them up and then, while Deuce is preoccupied with the dough, give them a taste. Honestly, the combination of the two isn’t bad. ‘Well,’ you think, ‘what to I know about cooking in a magical world anyway?’ So, you chop the entire pile of greens and mix it all into a thick paste. Deuce combines your herb paste with the fish and puts it into a small pie shell he has formed with the dough. Then, you pack the ‘pie’ into the hot rocks of the fire to roast.

While the pie bakes, you sit side by side on a log and chat about normal things. Or maybe it was more like you chatted and Deuce listened. You didn’t mind, he was good company even if he seemed preoccupied. You were telling him about Grim’s latest antics when you felt something on your hand. You give a small yelp and tug your hand into your lap. “Ah!” you examine your hand as you brush it off, “Was that a bug?” Deuce, who you suddenly realize had gotten far closer to you than you’d noticed, nervously remarked, “Oh yeah, that…was probably it. Ha ha.” Finally, you ask, “Are you cold? I bet we could find you a seat closer to the fire if you are. You can be as cozy as our pie.” Deuce seems embarrassed for a moment before suddenly becoming alarmed, “THE PIE!” He jumps up and fishes the pie from the fire.

He brings it to you nervously, “I think it is fine…” The pie has a small amount of char around the edge that was directly in the fire. If it hadn’t been made by your good friend, you’d probably have refused it but, since it was made by Deuce, you don’t have the heart to refuse. “Oh yeah, looks fine. I guess…lets try it?” you say trying to convince both yourself and Deuce of the pie’s editability. Deuce lets out a happy sigh and breaks the pie in half, handing you the slice with fewer burnt edges. He makes no move to eat the pie himself but seems to hold his breath, waiting for you to try it. “Well, here it goes?” you say in a worried tone. You take a bite; it’s terrible. You force your mouth into a wide smile, “mmm…” you mutter for him in pity. You decide to use the same method for the pie as you used the last time you were forced to eat Lilia’s cooking. You cram the pie down in three huge bites, trying to finish it off while tasting it as little as possible.

For a moment, Deuce seems greatly pleased with the gusto in which you eat before the look of alarm sets on his face and he tilts his head to the side. Or maybe he is tilting his whole body? Oh, no. It’s you that is falling. Then the blackness takes you as Deuce’s frightened shouts fade out, “HELP, I think…I’ve poisoned…the player…”

You wake up groggy. If that was all, you’d have considered yourself lucky, but it also appears you’ve been tied to a tree. You are confused for a moment until you recall the storyline of the Camp Vargus event. Right, Coach is probably out tormenting students right now while anyone captured is tied up. Great, just great. You look up when you hear a long howl echoing through the forest. ‘Is that Jack?’ you think to yourself. If Jack is already in his wolf form, then this camp is nearly over. You sigh and lean back into the tree, waiting for someone to come along and release you.

It isn’t longer than an hour before a very tired but eager Jack arrives to untie you. “Guess you are the hero of the day, huh?” you jibe at him. He flushes as he rubs the back of his head, “Oh, you heard about that.” He tries to pretend indifference but moments later he is asking for more details, “So what did you hear?” Well, this is a challenge to answer since you hadn’t actually heard anything about it. You just remembered it from when it was a game plot. “Well…didn’t Floyd change into his mer form? That was probably cool to see.”

A look of incredulousness passes over his face, “Yeah well, other guys probably looked cool too.” You nod knowingly, “Yeah, I heard you got to Sebek use his training to lure the monster into the bog. Who knew there would be a chance for him to show off his skills out here.” Jack huffs, “Yeah but he wasn’t the only one using his skills out there.” Now you smile, feeling a bit mischievous yourself, “Oh, for sure. I mean what would we have done without our MVP from Savanahclaw.” Jack lets out a relieved sigh and smiles. “Yes, Ruggie sure did pull though. I don’t normally approve of his sneaky habits, but you have to admit he really came through today.”

Jack’s eyes widen and he stands there in a silent shock. “Well, let’s get going. Are you hungry? I could sure go for something right about now.” Then you dust off your knees and start heading toward camp. After a moment, you decide you’ve tortured him enough and pause, waiving your hand to signal him to join you. When he reaches your side, you give his uniform sleeve a tug. He bends down and you use this opportunity to give him a pat on the head and then rub his soft ears. “You did good, Jack,” you praise him softly. Then you thread your arm through his own and tug him along to camp. “Now, let’s go get some grub. Just don’t take anything Deuce gives you, ok?” Jack smiles and follows you along, tail wagging all the way.

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