#fae contracts

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Hermione is Fae come to repair the weak places at Hogwarts per the Bargain her family made with the Founders, she finds far more wrong at the school that must be fixed first.

Completed short story from Hermione's POV, first 5 years are written in summary form.

Sometimes, Hermione is a Muggleborn Witch. Other times, she's something else entirely. She hasn't decided whether or not she'll keep on being Hermione Granger later on.

Once every forty nine years, one of her family enters Hogwarts as a Muggleborn first year. Each of them walks the halls, repairing places where the world has worn thin, and paces the boundaries to be sure they hold. The Fae do not forget their Bargains, will not forget even when humans do.

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Hermione Granger & Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Viktor Krum, Hermione Granger & Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Viktor Krum, Luna Lovegood, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape

[summerville-man]

The best way to get around the first born clause in fae contracts is adoption and hook-ups where you fuck raw

[therobotmonster]

The Fae Thought He Had Her, but She's Had Lots of Practice

Actual Title: "On Foreign Soil."

The fae was having a grand old time with his latest toy. Mortals were easily befuddled with the magic of contract-and-courtesy. He'd taken pretty much all he could from the family: several names, the mother's attention, the son's concept of friendship... Even the life of the father.

He'd taken that one taking just the right moment of his time, the one where he moved just out of the oncoming car's path. That also took out the youngest daughter and making a new neverwas to lurk in the pockets of lost time around the home.

The tricks made him strong. The sense of betrayal and regret humans had when they realized how screwed they truly were was like honey: rich, sweet, and immune to spoilage. If anything, in the last sixty-some-odd years he'd been home the humans had gotten more petulant and even easier to trick.

It was a veritable buffet.

So when the eldest daughter returned home from college, he expected her to be easy pickings. The young were always foolish and prideful, and very often rude. They gave him so many opportunities.

So when she threw open the door, and stared at him with cold green eyes, he immediately laughed in delight. His face took on a distinctively 'David Bowiesq' aspect, a trick he found worked well the last time he'd been to the mortal lands.

"Oh, hello. May I have your name, lass?" He cooed in a cocky-yet-soothing voice.

"My name is Alex, and no." She said.

He raised a brow. She was canny, or at least half-canny. She knew enough to object to him taking it. Still, she had answered, and by the laws of the fae, the latter objection did not override the former offer.

So why wasn't he Alex now?

It was odd, but sometimes mortals were a little resistant to magic. He worried for a moment she was a skeptic, but she couldn't be. Her response meant she knew, or at least suspected, what he was. Moreover, he didn't feel the painful chill and sluggishness empiressence caused, nor the crushing weight of the explicable upon his bird-hollow bones.

No, she was just lucky, or was carrying an iron horseshoe, nothing he couldn't handle in his, or someone else's sleep.

"And what the fuck are you calling yourself, asshole?"

He blinked.

The impudence hit him like a slap. She'd just given him the opening to do anything he wanted, but the raw temerity of the insult, it's artless crudeness, it's utter lack of respect stunned him too much to enjoy it. His rage and petulance rushed into the hole left by his shock, and he sputtered.

"You rude little beast, you have no idea what you've brought upon yourself!"

He raised one pale hand, the flesh fading from it to leave nothing but blackened bone, and he pointed the index finger at her in a silent gesture. He let fly his curse. Not just any curse, but his, the one he had made for just such an occasion.

Alex stared at him. Arms crossed. Her hair was the color of the fae's own rage.

"What's the matter, cat got your brain?"

The fae's confidence wavered and the flesh returned to his hand.

"Where are the spiders?" He said. "There... there ought to be spiders! There should be spiders!"

She rolled her eyes.

"You broke the laws of courtesy and decorum! I can do as I please as a wronged noble! You should be spiders!"

"Whose laws?" It was Alex's turn to smile.

"Why, the only ones that matter, the laws of Faerie, as laid down by Oberon and Tita-"

"And Titsforbrains, yeah. I was five once and I can read. I know your dumb politics. Slight problem. Where are you now?"

"The mortal realm?"

"More specifically?"

"The Earth. The United States."

"Exactly." Alex smiled. "And while you might come the land of the platonic ideal of inbred nepobabies, in the United States of America, no law says I can't call a fuckface a fuckface. Fuckface."

The fae tried a different curse, yet Alex was not being twisted into any sort of goat, ironic or otherwise. "But, that doesn't matter! We're a higher form of being, our laws override yours."

"No they don't." Alex said with a confidence reserved for honey badgers and humans of age three. "Now undo all your bullshit and get out of my house."

"Nuh-uh!" The Fae's cocky smirk returned. With a flourish, he pulled out a deed. "It's my house, I got it off your mother, fair-and-square. She traded it for the heart your little brother so foolishly traded me. So you should get out of MY house."

"Contracts signed under duress are non-enforceable." She said in a bored, dismissive tone.

The Fae started to object, but the contract was already crumbling into dried daffodil petals in his hand. He tried to pretend this wasn't terrifying. Inexplicable happenings were supposed to be caused by him, not happen to him. "Are you a wizard?"

"Don't be stupid. I just know my rights." She said. "I'm betting you didn't disclose the full terms of the contracts either?"

The Fae shook his head, more from fear than as a response to the question. Of course he hadn't. If the mortals didn't do their due diligence and couldn't read Linear-B, that wasn't his fau-

The thirty years he stole from the youngest boy ripped themselves out of his body. A half dozen other deals began popping at the seams.

"How are you doing this?" He gasped.

"I'm not doing it. You are. You're idiot who runs on rules and laws who decided to come scam innocent people for your own profit and amusement."

"But it always worked before-" The Fae ran his mind through all his previous romps. Every single human had whined and begged about how unfair things were. Why was this one different?

He ran through those memories again. They were among his favorites so it was easy for him to see every detail. An old man trying to argue Fae law with him. A shepherd girl trying to use her own word games to trap him. A hippie saying almost the exact same words about non-enforceable contracts.

Almost.

He ran through the memories again and again. Always impressed or terrified or blinded by greed, the mortals always argued on his terms, always went back to his wording of the deal or contract, always appealed to the laws of his people and his own noble position.

None of them had ever argued jurisdiction. Once one of them had, it applied, not just now, not just to these toys, but retroactively, and, from how it felt, with interest.

"Oh." Was all the Fae could say.

"Yes. 'Oh.'" Alex smiled like the cat that ate the proverbial canary. "Children can't sign contracts, either, you know."

Everything the Fae had done to the boy snapped back at once. It felt like every seventh tendon in his body had been snipped simultaneously with tiny scissors.

"Nor can someone sign away the right to kill them to someone else, or sell themselves or others into slavery."

Alex's father reappeared in the living room, looking dazed. In his lap was Alex's youngest sister, now remembered by all present as a person that existed. The return of the father's moment was a minor loss, but there was one less neverwas in the Castle of Paradox, and the Baron would blame him for its unmaking.

"Also, names aren't transferable between people, nor are they the whole and sum of a person's identity in this country. The closest thing we have to that is a social security number. And if you steal one of those, well, identity theft is a crime here."

Mr. Baxter, Mrs. Baxter, Julie and Sam's lights all turned on at once, though they were still groggy and half-asleep and would be for hours to come.

A fortune in names, first, middle, last, with nicknames and pet-names and all between, all vanished from the Fae's purse. He could feel its lightness in his pocket.

The Fae turned on his heels. "I fear I must take my leave, so sorry for the inconvenience!"

He was halfway to the door. The impact on the back of his skull knocked him forward off his feet, sending him slamming into the polished wood floor. The projectile that laid him out bounced and landed by his head.

He'd been right about her having an iron horseshoe.

"You don't get to walk away." She said. He felt her steel-toed boot, soles made of entirely synthetic rubber and cleats of cold steel, press against the base of his spine. His hollow, bird-bone spine. "You don't get to fuck with people, say 'my bad' when you get caught, and run."

"Y-your law!" He gasped. He felt his bones cracking. He wanted to turn into something else but he couldn't focus. She was pressing down harder now, because she was half-kneeling. Her hand picked up the fallen horseshoe. "You have to let me go, or arrest me, turn me over to your police, right? You can't just murder me!"

"What are you?"

"I- I'm a Faerie of Arcadia, a sub-Prince of the House of-"

"So not a human. And not an animal." She kept him pinned.

"No!" He growled. Blood the color of an oil slick on the highway began to fill his mouth. The pain made him forget his fear for a moment, and he bared his true face, something between a bug, a wax store mannequin, and a pug-dog. "We-we're a higher form of life! Far beyond anything this miserable pile of dung you call a planet has to offer! You will pay for this impertinence the moment you break the law that holds me!"

"You're a lot of things. A bully, a pest, a liar. But you're not human. And you're not an animal. In fact, as far as the laws of this land are concerned, you aren't real."

Alex lifted her boot to kick him onto his back, then pinned him again.

"Th-then you can't kill me!" He laughs. "You can't kill something that's not real! You've trapped yourself! You'll have to let me go!"

"You haven't been to our 'pile of dung' in some time have you?" Alex asked. She nodded to a strange white book-shaped object that sat unopened, upright, next to the television, next to a pair of white and black crescent-moon shaped objects studded with small white and black buttons.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

--

Six hours later, a notification popped up on Alex's dorm room computer.

[amarynthian-chronicles]

Hello!

Had a small little thought.

How would your vampire or fae DCA boys react to a sick y/n???

Food for thought!

Hope you’re having a wonderful day or night! Keep being awesome!

Hello, Raven!!!! I hope you are doing well and having an amazing day/night as well!!! @ravenwriter16

That is a very good question, I have this envisioned:

The Vampire DCA:

All three of them would be capable of detecting something being wrong with Y/N's organism far in advance of them getting fully outwardly sick, capable of sensing blood components and temperature change, even the smallest abnormalities.

Y/N would be hauled into a nest of pillows and blankets before their first sneeze, and of course they would cutely complain that the boys are acting insane and that they are feeling fine and well. And then they would finally cutely sneeze and feel their muscles ache and then begrudgingly they would admit the boys were right.

The best food and medicine is already prepared for their darling. Viscount Sun is painting pretty pictures to amuse Y/N, Marquis Moon is playing a soothing tune for them, and Grand Duke Eclipse is showing them his jewel collection and telling stories about how he defeated each enemy's soul that the jewels contain.

Fae Royalty DCA:

Equally caring, if not even more so, the royal Fae brothers would use all at their disposal to make Y/N as comfortable as possible, preparing all remedies necessary for a human to heal, as well as using their magic to make sure there are no serious illnesses threatening Y/N.

Prince Sun prepares a whole private theater show for Y/N, amusing them with word games and silly plots, while Prince Moon recites ancient poetry of forgotten times to keep Y/N's mind off of their sickness. The Fae King Eclipse conjures magnificent apparitions of galaxies and stars from Past, Present and Future, all for Y/N's pleasure and joy. Of course, there are so many cuddles and tenderness and adoration from the boys, they practically see Y/N as their sweet beloved deity.

I hope this was alright!! Thank you and have a lovely day/night

[mareliini]

ouuhhh fae village years how i crave to draw them.... i need them to be middle-aged and little silly about it

[alchemistc]

Realizing how many of you guys are Massholes has given me startling clarity as to why I love this fandom so much, actually.

[lemontarto]

mellie can I PLEASE sell u my soul PLEASE

NO SOLICITING PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lefaystrent]

A devil enters a fairy ring and pulls out a ridiculously large contract from their briefcase. "I've come to bargain."

[theblehthatbloos]

[the-fae-folk]

How do marriages between faeries and humans come to be? What could fae possibly gain from marrying a human in the first place?

Well they could gain quite a lot of different things from it.

If they're cruel and view humans as things rather than people, they could gain a toy, or a slave, or a trophy.

But if they truly love the human, it's very rare but it does happen sometimes, then they can gain a partner, a friend, a companion.

It all really depends on the faerie in question. And the circumstances in which they are marrying a human. Remember that the Folk must generally obey any contractual agreement that they enter, they are bound to it. While there are a very few instances in traditional folklore where the faerie-like being cheats or disregards an agreement or promise they made, an overbearing percentage of the time multiple cultures depict these faerie-beings as being forced to abide by the terms of the contract.

No matter how many semantic ideals humans layer on top of the concept of marriage, it is still an institutional practice which has a contractual agreement at its core. While the definitions and practices surrounding marriage vary from culture to culture, its general point is to lay the rights, obligations, boundaries, and protections between the two parties as well as their families, and their children if they happen to have any. It is a way of protecting oneself from harm. It could be future harm such as someone leaving you to fend for yourself if you have an accident that cripples you, financial harm if you lose all your money to a thief and without your partner you would be on the streets, or emotional harm if you need someone you can trust and your partner decides to betray that trust. The method of protecting against this, at least a little, is the marriage and its outline of what you agreed to do.

While the exact forms might vary between cultures, what you will need to look for is the places where you will be making some kind of contractual agreement. Often this takes the form of a Marriage License, Prenuptial Agreement, Wedding Vows, or some combination or variation of these.

For the more legal side of things you could have an agreement over such details as: Who may have control of or a say in the other's wealth, property, or business dealings. Joint responsibility for debts. Visitation rights if one member is incarcerated or hospitalized. Control over each other's affairs if they are incapacitated somehow. Establishing the right of legal guardianship over any children conceived in or brought into the marriage. Establishing a joint fund of property for the benefit of any children.

There may even be additions to this depending on cultural nuances, such as establishing certain relationships between the families of the spouses, or obligations required of them as a family unit. And this is all if the actual marrying couple is entirely in control of their own situation. In some cultures a family or a family member could choose your partner for you, and you could be forced into a marriage you didn't want as long as someone who had control of your rights agreed to the terms of the contract for you.

When it comes to vows made during a ceremony usually different kinds of promises are made, though they often still have some roots in practicality. Wedding vows are not universal and are mainly rooted in the traditions of Western Christianity, though they've had larger influence on Western Culture as a whole than some would think. Most western traditions derive from the Sarum rite of Medieval England.

Man's Vow: I [Name] take the [Name] to my weddyd wyf, to have and to hold fro thys day forwarde, for better for wors, for richer for porer, in sikenesse and in helthe, tyl deth us departe, yf holy Chyrche wyl it ordeyne; and thereto I plyght the my trouthe.

(I [Name] take [Name] to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold for the days forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part, if the holy Church will it ordain; and thereto I pledge thee my troth.)

Woman's Vow: I [Name] take the [Name] to my weddyd husbonde, to have and to hold fro thys day forwarde, for better for wurs, for richere, for porer, in sikenesse and in helthe, to be bonoure and buxum in bed and at bord, tyll deth us departe, yf holy Chyrche wyl it ordeyne; and therto I plyght the my trouth.

(I [Name] take the [Name] to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold for the days forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to be bonere and buxum in bed and at board, till death do us part, if the holy Church will it ordain; and thereto I pledge thee my troth.)

((side note: The phrase "To be bonere and buxum in bed and at board" is a matter of some contention. Bonere means to be gracious or gentle, and buxum means to be obedient. While some have interpreted this as a reference on how the wife will conduct sexual practices within the marriage, it is important to remember that bed and board is an idiomatic phrase that refers both to the place where one sleeps and gets a daily meal, as well as to the house as a symbol of the duties and sanctity of marriage. This suggests that one could interpret the phrase as meaning they are making a vow to be gracious and obedient in the marriage as a whole, as well as to remain faithful to their husband.))

As time has passed the actual form of the vows has changed, but should one wish to use the formal vows, their original form is still recognizable if altered. These vows, while not universal and not necessarily legally binding, are still a kind of agreement being made for the marriage. To be there for one another and to honor the other, to stay whether the partner gets sick or not, to stay if they're rich or poor, and to remain with the other faithfully until mortal death. As in the case of the original set of vows, many make this set of agreements directly under the authority and witnessing of their religious organization, effectively making their deity the highest authority and the one who is allowed to revoke any blessings, privileges, or rights to the marriage should either one break the agreement without getting an annulment from the church itself.

Before this kind of wedding vow, one might have found traditions like handfasting, where a couple would take hands and declare themselves then and there as husband and wife (sponsalia de praesenti form), or alternatively they could declare their intention to marry one another at a future date (sponsalia de futuro form) and then seal the marriage through sexual intercourse. Often what little ceremony found could be done, or was done, with an authority or witnesses to the marriage. However it was not always considered legally necessary. From the 12th century to the 17th it was considered a form of engagement to be married, which would then be followed by an official ceremony in Church. However the practice is much older than that and is thought to be derived from the Old Norse handfesta which is literally "to strike a bargain by joining hands".

This idea of bargaining, of contractual agreements, vows, pledges, and promises is so integral to our ideas of marriage that it's difficult to separate them, and maybe not entirely possible. It is there that you can try to understand what it is the Faerie Folk want from the union. What is it that is being agreed to? And by whom? What do they get out of the things promised, what is the exact wording given and what does all of it mean within the specific context and cultures you and your faerie spouse find yourselves in? It is no small task, of course, considering how tangled the history of faeries is with that of contracts and bargains, but anything even remotely resembling a marriage will definitely come with strings attached when they are involved with it.

[chubby-aphrodite]

oh yeah by the way given the subject matter the past few releases i've made myself a little lore document to keep track of all the elemental people (avatars, great dragons, titans, champions, and envoys) because i wanted to keep my facts straight

like we know what cryozen, the dragon of ice, looks like, and the fact that they (yes, they; diversity win this enormous fuck you dragon uses they/them pronouns) had a dragonlord at one point named vilmor (i'm assuming she/her? her face item is referred to as a "visage" which is the fem version of the "morph" items, but there is no masc "morph").

the great dragon of darkness is named dekanor. nobody knows what dekanor looks like, but the legion has made weapons depicting what they think dekanor looks like anyway.

by process of elimination i've surmised that the great dragon of light is prismagon and the great dragon of air is levidon because those names are not subtle.

the element we know the most about is fire, having seen two avatars, its titan, killed its dragon, befriended its champion long ago, and knowing its temporary envoy.

[weirdlynotspecific]

My uncle is in town and I actually adore being around him. My dad's girlfriend asked him to explain his last job and when she didn't understand, he said, "The nothing is all things that make sense if you understand the encoding language". WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.

He said this while pacing around my kitchen eating raw green beans.

This is the same man that refuses to explain any of his past jobs, breaks a bone almost every year, and is the smartest human I have ever met. And he also has chronic anxiety and looks like a wet cat.

He doesn't sleep, encouraged me to blackmail members of the government, and builds laser cutters using old film and recording technology. For fun.

He speaks in riddles just to piss people off. If you ask him to clarify, he gets annoyed. If you respond, especially if you respond in riddle, he becomes very pleased.

My dad and him have been best friends their entire lives. He's not blood related, he just randomly shows up in my life, says cryptic shit and gives me amazing advice, and then vanishes again.

[illarian-rambling]

Nyda: "Dude, come on, you're really not going to share the one hammock we have on this boat?"

Pash (fully, completely serious): "If you want it so bad, just beat the shit out of me for it."

Nyda: "Oh fuck you, little man! Be for fucking real!"

Pash: Why is everyone on this ship so mad at me? :(

[amarynthian-chronicles]

Hello!

Pardon my intrusion but, (concerning your Fae fic) OH GOLLY GOSH WOWZERS

The whole concept you've done with the fic, especially with the clues of Y/N being reincarnated or something similar through certain magicky circumstances, and of Peepaw Willy owning a law firm (wonders where Harry is now hmmm), which is pretty funny to me considering canon! And that scene of Mimic bursting into Vanessa's office is hilarious, with her acting all normal and telling Mim to pretend to be her!

That inclusion of Gregory and Cassie being taken by Freddy and the gang is so sweet, can't wait to see what chaos they bring! And what may be that show Gregory is so invested in? Gotta be worth it...

Those moments are also respite for me, from all those flirty(?) and close times with the boys! (Especially for easily flustered me, lol)

Your work is absolutely beautiful, I love witnessing and reading through all that hard work of yours. <3

AWWWWWW thank you so much for you lovely and kind words!!! I keep reading through this ask and I am so happy and I feel such warmth, thank you again for liking the story, dear anon! It really means a lot to me and it made my day. I will do my best to get updates back soon with the story and I thank you once more, I cannot stop smiling.

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kaeya/Zhongli (Genshin Impact)/Original Female Character(s), Kaeya/Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Kaeya (Genshin Impact)/Original Female Character(s), Alhaitham/Cyno (Genshin Impact), Zhongli (Genshin Impact)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Jean (Genshin Impact), Cyno (Genshin Impact), Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Diluc (Genshin Impact), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Espionage, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Spies & Secret Agents, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha/Alpha/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Blood and Violence, Alpha Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Alpha Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Omega Cyno (Genshin Impact), Alpha Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), this is gonna be a long story, Vampires, fae, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Age Difference, I mean ones a vamp ones literally called an "old one" and she's human Series: Part 1 of Spirit of the Contract, Part 25 of Genshin Fics Summary:

Merakia has long known of the contract that would take her away from her island home and bring her to the Crimson Empire.

No contract could have prepared her, however, for the chaos that would come when the one of the Empire's spy masters decided that she--and the spirits she makes contracts with--would be working for him.

[iixiplaytimeisoverixii]

He stared out the window as the rain fell from the darkned skies, Akila fast asleep beside him with her head in his lap. He stroked her absently, "I wonder if the rain will stop? It's a shame that we are stuck inside. It's been a whle since we've gone for a ride."