#Fae Billy

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 211

The figure looked down at Billy. Billy looked up at the figure awkwardly from where he was digging through a trash can. 

“Um… I can explain!” 

Okay he honestly couldn’t, and instead threw a bag at them and booked it like his life depended on it. Which it might! Living in Fawcett meant that there were magical entities everywhere, even if they looked human, and he wasn’t going to get stolen by some fae! 

…

And they caught him. Great. He’s going to die now or get thrown back into foster care- huh? Food? They’re offering- no no, this is some fae bullshit, isn’t it! … But he’s also hungry, so maybe it’ll be worth it…

[skydrag0n]

billy: who are you?

fae!tim: your babysitter… unfortunately

billy: are you human?

fae!tim: (cant lie) im your babysitter

billy: what species are you???

fae!tim: a species that apparently babysits

[megamindsupremacy]

Capitan Marvel casually mentioning his previous encounters with the fae when he says something about how they like to kidnap homeless children. And he says it with a liiiitle too much familiarity to not have had some experience with it. And now the justice league’s new hot theory about Capitan Marvel is that he was a homeless child kidnapped by the fae centuries ago who just recently returned to Earth and that’s why he acts So Goddamn Weird all the time

[adelacreations]

WIP Wednesday with some of my Fae harringrove AU

[wolfsbanesparks]

Not sure if this has been asked before, but do you think Billy would be more surprised if a fairy came ringing onto his doorstep or a walrus?

(Yes this was based on that walrus vs fairy post :p)

Lol The Walrus vs Fairy debate has been so fun to watch! Thank you for the chance to weigh in!

I think that Billy would be more surprised to find a fairy at his door. This is for a few reasons:

1. He knows many talking animals, so assuming it's a talking walrus (not unlike Tawky Tawny or the Crocodile men) and that he's been Champion for a while, he wouldn't be that surprised. It would just be another Tuesday.

2. Despite being Champion, I don't think fairies are likely to seek him out. Generally he would go to them so if a fairy showed up at his doorstep its very serious.

3. If a fairy were to come to him, I don't think they'd knock.

4. Fairies have a lot of very specific rules so they aren't likely to be willing to give up the home court advantage by going to him.

What about you? Which do you think would be more surprising to our boy?

[shieldofiron]

ANOTHER ASKIE HEHE

Dom/sub but sub Fae!Steve and Dom half!fae Billy! Steve entering subspace for the first time

Hehehe Cw bdsm, monsterfucking adjacent. Tw: blood play, breath play, gagging

Steve had always wondered what the ocean was like… he’d tried asking Jason once, tracing a hand over Jason’s tiny gills.

This is what he imagined the ocean was. Billy rolling above him, a drugging feeling coming over Steve as he gave himself in to the lapping waves…

His hands gripped ineffectually at the edge of the moss, groping for the soft scarves that held him in place. His claws tended uselessly at the fabric. His legs jerked, and pleasure swirled in his stomach as Billy rolled his hips for one blissful moment and then began to ride him hard. Steve wailed, feeling his glamours slip and not caring.

He was drowning, and he loved it.

“Come on, pillow princess,” Billy gripped his jaw and rode him harder, practically slamming down on Steve’s cock. “If you’re just gonna lie there.”

Steve’s mind was slow to pick up on what he was saying. He couldn’t concentrate because Billy felt so good, he just wanted to be good for him, he had to just show him.

“Please,” Steve whispered, not even knowing what he was asking for.

“Please, what?” Billy chuckled, “Oh you sweet thing. You’re shaking. My sweet nightmare, what do you need?”

Steve opened his mouth, seeking and finally finding Billy’s fingers.

Billy’s eyes widened marginally, and then he pressed slowly at the back of Steve’s throat until Steve gagged.

Billy pulled back a fraction and Steve growled, razor sharp teeth cutting into the flesh of Billy’s fingers.

Maybe it was better he didn’t know about the ocean. Fire blazed in his heart and he growled, throating Billy’s fingers. He was in a frenzy, half mad, mind slipping into some animal place beyond the bower where they lay in the golden sun, past the ocean, leaving all earthly places behind.

Billy just chuckled indulgently, “My sweet nightmare. My waking dream. Does that taste good? You like my… what did you call it? Dirty blood?”

Steve crooned, growling and sucking, bucking his hips.

“Now,” Billy snatched his fingers back and grabbed hard at Steve’s throat. He just barely squeezed, “Cum for me and I’ll give you more.”

Confusion must have showed on Steve’s face and Billy tsked , squeezing down on Steve until his brain went soft and ocean clean again.

“Cum. Now.”

The words washed over him like such relief. He cried out, emptying himself inside Billy’s ass, crooning, tongue seeking.

Billy leaned forward and spit into his mouth and he lapped it up, glamour fully receding now, a forked tongue lapping at Billy’s lips while Steve’s mind went blank.

When he came to they were kissing gently.

“Ok baby,” Billy whispered, “My sweet nightmare has been so good.”

Steve just barely understood until Billy kissed him again, slipping his tongue inside and nicking it on the edge of Steve’s fang.

Steve arched up, coming again without warning as Billy’s blood spilled over his tongue. Billy groaned, spilling across Steve’s chest as he pressed their bodies together, making him a mess.

Billy smiled, his mouth red, looking hazily into Steve’s eyes.

“Was it good for you?”

Steve had the strangest thought then. Somehow he knew. If he were to ever see the ocean, it would be with this man. This dangerous soft man who untied him with quick movements and pressed him close until Steve could only give in to the warmth of the shore.

[pastel-pillows]

Stranger things but fae. Lucky for you they’re more interested in the human things you can offer.

Fae Eddie who looks menacing but notices the music coming out of the little pods in your ears. You let him scroll through your Spotify and make his own playlist. He loses it when you bring him a tshirt from his favorite band. Fae law insists he owes you but you tell him it’s just what friends do.

Fae Steve who finds you muttering in a fairy circle because you’d wandered off upset and gotten lost, you’d been hoping for Eddie and are startled when you turn around find him watching you amused. He’ll try to get your name and you’ll dodge it by offering him music. He finds it fascinating but your Lock Screen is what really gets his attention, he’d held down and watched as the picture had started to move. You explain Live Photos to him, then move to showing him videos and tik tok. He’s obsessed. You very quickly change to an unlimited data plan. Eddie had told him about you but he couldn’t believe it until he met you.

Fae Jonathan who doesn’t actually approach you, but does a terrible job at hiding as you take various pictures of plants and animals and the river for your instagram. While crouched down and trying to get a picture of the morning dew on a flowers petals you call out to him insisting that it’s ok to take a closer look. Of course he’s heard from both Eddie and Steve that you’re harmless but it’s so ingrained that humans can be as dangerous as they are dumb and it gives him pause. He loves photography, it’s much more efficient than painting and he adores the sheer amount of beauty you can capture.

Fae Billy who’s actively waiting for you the next time you go into the forest. He’s straight to the point, doesn’t bother to get your name knowing not only is it the least interesting thing about you but how he’d never hear the end of it from the others. He’s naturally charming and you’ll swear he’s flirting as he asks what you’ve got in your bag. You don’t have anything to interesting, a few magazines, some snacks, a few toy cars curtesy of your nephews. He’ll ask what they are, then judge you for having children’s toys. He likes the blue one, you’ll tell him he can keep it if he likes, you’ll ask him if he’s ever seen a real one in person. He then makes you spend thirty minutes showing him the different types of cars on your phone.

And now you have all these fae friends teaching you about the world of magic.

It’s three in the morning so ignore anything off.

[neonponders]

Okay okay okay, just another quick one ~

Part 32 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🍦🐺🧚🏻‍♀️🦇

Part 31 (werewolf!Billy pt. 1 haha)

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 ) ( pt. 19′s art 🦇 ) ( pt. 20′s art 🍳) ( pt. 27’s art 🦦 )

~ on ao3 ~

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The full moon blended into a full day. Between two overeager werewolves and keeping track of little Steve, big Steve wasn’t able to track down Robin until the sun was up. It worked out, at least, that even in with his furry ears and fluffy tail, small Billy wanted to dance to the jazzercise, allowing Steve and Robin the time to repair the front doors.

“I guess we should’ve expected this, given little Munson’s wings,” she conversed while Steve mixed an old paint can from the garage. By some stroke of luck, Billy’s damage to the door could be glued back together. With that done, Steve calked over the cracks, Robin sanded it down, and they both rolled some small paint rollers in a paint tray.

“Eddie doesn’t have wings,” Steve countered and then paused. “Does he?”

Robin shrugged, only for her eyes to light up with epiphany. “Maybe he’s fae.”

“Yeah, let’s just pretend I totally know what that means.”

Robin ignored his tone and explained, “Fae, like fairies. They come out during the full moon too.”

“Then why does little Eds have his wings all the time?”

“The full moon is fun for fae people but they don’t, like, disappear the rest of the month.”

Steve finished the base of the door and used the newel post behind him to stand up. “Whatever he’s got, it’s Chrissy’s fun problem. I’ve got wolves in my house.”

“Well,” Robin countered as she dipped her roller for some more paint, “one and a tiny half.”

Steve had to huff a laugh and offered, “Do you want a drink?”

“Yes, please.”

Steve made a lap through the living room to check on the littles: Billy was having the time of his life on the coffee table while a large wolf lay curled up on the floor, near enough as if to cushion his landing if Billy leapt off the table again. On big Billy’s fur, lay small Steve, chatting away like a small king on a palatial rug or bed.

Big Steve had no idea what the little guy was talking about, but the wolf didn’t seem to mind as his blue eyes followed Steve around. On his way back from the kitchen, Steve set down some bottle caps of drinks, fruit cubes, and a dish of water for Billy, next to a plated sandwich.

Billy made a blunt sound of disapproval at him and Steve only shrugged. “Sucks to lose your thumbs. How you doing, little man?”

“Good,” little Steve chimed, unconsciously swaying in Billy’s warm fur, little legs crossed.

“You’re going for a swim soon, B-Man,” Steve announced on his way out. He got an enthusiastic Awooo! in return. Steve didn’t know how successful a bath would be during the full moon.

No sooner did he hand Robin a glass of water, that a familiar van turned into his driveway. The whole vehicle rocked with his brakes as Steve and Robin glanced at each other when the guy swung himself out of his car. Robin simply sighed at the absence of wings, whereas Steve waved to Chrissy stepping down from the passenger seat.

“Hey! Oh my god, what happened?”

“Depends, are you afraid of big dogs?” Steve asked.

“No? I’ve wanted a dog for years, but my parents have too many expensive rugs for a dog. Say hi, guys.”

Little Eddie sat happily on her head, bat wings fluttering behind him contently while the smaller Chrissy sat on her shoulder. He waved and little Chrissy greeted, “Hi, Stevie. Hi, Wobin.” 

Robin moved aside and waved an arm to gesture Chrissy inside. “Billy’s lost for words this weekend, but his little one bites more than ever.”

Chrissy stepped over the threshold, her body sending a breeze right into Steve and Robin’s face. They both recoiled as if they had been struck by a powerful wind. A wind that smelled like fresh rain, charred flowers, and strawberry brownies.

“Woah,” Robin blurted, lifting a hand to her nose.

“Wow,” Steve agreed, a bit too wistfully.

Eddie arrive at the doors, chuckling around a cigarette before he exhaled smoke. “We just got back from a show. Haven’t slept. Chrissy had a great time.”

Robin looked at Steve, doing the math a second faster than he could. When his large brown eyes stayed a little too vacant, she swatted his chest and murmured, “Eds might have wings, but she’s fully moon-charged.”

His mouth went slack as he exhaled a soft, “Ooh...”

Eddie started to step on the threshold, but Steve barred his path. “Finish outside.”

“Really?” Eddie huffed, and retreated. “When did King Steve stop smoking? Billy’s a goddamn chain smoker.”

Robin answered, in a tone that immediately warranted Eddie furrowing his brows in concern. “Speak of the wolf. What about Billy?”

Eddie stared down the foyer hallway at the large wolf that took up half the height of the walls. “Oh. So,” he swallowed. “You’ve had an eventful night too?”

Steve’s head whirled around at his little’s voice calling from where he rode on Billy’s scruff, “Hi, Eddie! Hi, Chwissy! Eddie, pwease bweathe fire outside. It’s dang’wous.”

Steve pressed his mouth in a tired, resigned line as he nodded his head. “I’ll open the backdoor. Take your time by the pool.”

Eddie nodded once and tapped his cigarette as he pivoted to go toward the backyard. Steve and Robin had to leave the doors open for the paint to dry, as well as to ventilate the smell around the wolves. Meanwhile, Chrissy squeezed past Billy with a hand petting over one of his ears. “Scuse me, Billy.”

He made a soft growl in acknowledgement and turned back into the living room. Little Eddie made quick work of taking flight and drifting down over the coffee table. “WOW! You look so cool! Can you crow like a wock star?”

The living room filled with Eddie and Billy trying to out-howl each other. The real race became how fast Steve could fill up the Barbie pool and scoop Billy off the table. “Okay, you. Pool time and then tacos for lunch.”

“Awoo! ” Billy answered, tail wagging between Steve’s fingers. Wolf Billy tread into the kitchen, pressing his large body against the island and allowing little Steve to slide off his neck right onto the counter. Then he slotted his narrow face right in between Steve’s legs.

“Guh-ack! Hey!” A warm, wet tongue laved the inside of his thigh. “Not now!--oh MY GOD.”

Billy transformed, taking Steve with him so he sat on top of human Billy’s shoulders. His voice was still a bit rough as he ordered, “Robin. Lifeguard.”

“Aye, captain,” she snorted, “if I can burn your ass off of my retinas.”

Unbothered, Billy strolled out of the room with Steve on his shoulders, the latter warning as he dodged doorframes, “I have ceilings. Billy - I have ceilings! ”

[celestialspecial]

The Rogue and the Rose

The Fae and Human world have been separate for as long as anyone can remember- and for good reason. But curiosity calls upon Billy to cross the border and follow what has been occupying his dreams and mind. Will he quench his thirst for answers or will it only lead him down a path that even he cannot escape?

Fae!Billy

Writers Notes: I hesitated to post this for a while even though its been sitting unfinished in my notes for a bit. I'm sure it wont receive as much interaction but I love the story and how it came to me one day and I intend to share it and hope that at least a few of you enjoy it <3

The barrier was there for a reason. Protection of the highest regard. To keep Fae in and humans out. Humans were unsafe. Or so they were told. One could go over the wall when the moon was full. That’s when it was safest.

Or so they were told.

Billy wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. He’d grown up in a fae town not far from the border of worlds. Cautionary tales were told like bedtime stories. Then again the orphanage wasn’t one for comfort and joy.

Years of training and practice made him a skilled warrior among his people. Talents abound and a skill set that many longed for but few attained. And yet, how much of a warrior was he truly if he still feared the mortal realm like those around him?

Fae blood could cure disease and illness in humans, for that any fae that was foolish enough to cross the border and unfortunate enough to be captured never returned. A similar fate was found amongst humans who also were dumb enough to enter into Fae.

They rarely provided actual usage to their captors besides entertainment, of all dark sorts. No, it was more of a punishment for all the wrong doings their kind had bestowed to the fae. Payback of sorts. 

It was cruel and unkind, but this was fae, and that’s how it was. Kill or be killed. Humanity and magick had gone it’s separate ways millennia ago and that’s how it stayed and what was passed down. 

The sun had begun to set, a dull amber glow filling Billy’s cottage. A humble hut, just on the outskirts of town. Close enough to get provisions when needed, but far enough that he was rarely bothered. And that’s how he liked it.

A loner by choice, but the enticement of celebrations drew him out for the occasional evening. Maybe more than occasional. He preferred to be left alone after that. Tonight however was different, after months of pondering and plotting, this full moon he’d embark on what perhaps would be his craziest move yet.

Entering the mortal world. It’d been calling to him for a while now, unsure as to why but curious nonetheless. Curiosity had been his defining childhood trait. The women at the orphanage had had to bandage him up more than a few times because of his antics.

Getting into trouble with his close friends had been his specialty and as he’d grown it hadn’t gone away, only changed. He became more quick, more calculated. His talents  were honed by the towns guard, sword fighting, archery, alchemy. 

Everything to make him deadly to anyone willing to come to their town with mischief on their mind. But serving his people was only a fraction of who he was. No he craved adventure.

And there was nothing more adventurous than the other world he’d been so heavily warned about. The dreams came to him in the deepest of the night. Visions of a town he’d never seen, filled with…humans. 

Rounded ears and people filling taverns, streets, music carrying into the night. It enchanted him in a way he’d never thought possible. But surely it was just a dream? They just kept coming.

One he was walking through the town, amongst the people bustling in the streets. In another dream he had danced along the cobblestone pathways, weaving in and out of the crowd. They no longer felt like dreams, they turned into visions, longings, cravings.

And Billy craved for nothing. All he desired he got. And he’d get this sure enough. Maybe it was just his unquenchable thirst for the unexplored that beckoned him to this new and dangerous place, maybe it was his ego wishing to be the first there and back to brag to his cohorts about what he’d seen.

Then he had another dream. 

A beautiful woman, dancing in tight circles in the darkened hall of some gathering place. Hair that shimmered in the candlelight and eyes that drank in the remaining moonlit glow from outside. A smirk upon her lips as she held out her hand to him.

“Billy-“ she softly whispered to him. Without thinking he’d extended his own hand, taking hers without question.

Then he’d woken up, morning light filling his bedroom and an intangible ache in his chest.

The gods were urging him forward, to go across the barrier and even if just for one night he’d experience what his dreams had been showing him. Sheathing a few extra blades for good measure in his leather doublet, making sure his cloak was clasped firmly at his throat.

He had his black glass dagger strapped to his thigh in case his dreams had been just that, dreams. And if anyone attempted to cross one of fae’s strongest soldiers. It would be the last thing they did. 

Blowing out the candles in his home as the last whisps of sunset fizzled in the sky, a full moon settling into a blanket of stars casting a silver glow over the gnarled path he took through the woods.

Branches and brambles stuck out, attempting to scratch at his cape and pants. Even the foliage of fae seemed to know what he was doing and begging him not to go. But he carried on, trudging along the darkened path.

When the far off lights from his town had faded and he was in near blackness Billy knew the wall was close. A sort of buzzing energy seemed to radiate around him. Magick. Protection. 

He saw the forest ahead of him but it seemed watery, hazy and unfocused. Reaching a cautious hand forward, fingers dipping into the strange mix of air and water and light. Sure enough he could feel a cool breeze dusting over his bare fingers on the other side.

He’d reached the barrier.

Pulling his hand back one last time, the opposite hand tracing over the area that had just broken through,  searching for any sign of immediate harm or injury. Having found none Billy once more looked around him before waving a hand around his head, casting a temporary glamour over his ears, but still pulling the hood up for good measure and stepping forward.

Unconsciously holding his breath as his body molded against the thick magick mixture that separated worlds. A buzzing feeling tingled through his entire body from the top of his head to the tips of his toes almost until it was unbearable. 

A pricking sensation and the smell of something burning, a metallic tang in his mouth and then cool breeze. Like he’d felt previously on his fingers. Sometime his eyes had squeezed shut, so he ventured to open one, examine his whereabouts.

He was still in the forest. He truly was just a few paces from where he’d been standing not a moment before. He’d done it. He’d crossed the barrier. A feeling of excitement bubbled up in his chest into his throat.

Dashing off through the rest of the forest, jumping over fallen trees and skipping around rocks, barely containing the laughter rising in his body. The air smelled the same, maybe a crisper tinge to it, the wind was certainly cooler.

The mortal realm experienced seasons more harshly than in fae, and here they must’ve been at summers end, harvest season beginning with fervor. He didn’t realize how fast he was running until he spotted bright lights in the distance,

Immediately dropping into a lower stance, walking through the brambles more quietly than any human could. That’s when he spotted them. A group of men laughing and talking as they stood by a horse drawn cart. Tossing back pints of something then laughing louder.

Billy cocked his head to the side, trying to make out what they were saying. Something about work and wives and rotten bets. But besides that Billy found himself just staring at them. Humans. In the flesh.

They didn’t seem threatening at all, on the contrary they seemed almost, jovial. Men ranging in age from early 20’s to maybe late 50’s if he could venture a guess. They clanked their drinks together before turning to disappear into the village.

Staying hidden for a moment more Billy could see the town was bustling. Throngs of people milling about, talking loudly and laughing. Then he heard music, drifting throughout, a mesmerizing tune. 

His mind said ‘trap’ but his body urged him forward. Standing to take stock of his things, patting the dagger on his thigh, the knives hidden in his doublet, hood pulled taut, he emerged from the safety of the woods.

He knew he was overthinking his every step but no one around seemed to care. They were too busy having a good time, singing along and chattering among themselves happily. There seemed to be a festival of some sort going on, foods stands lined one of the main streets, fragrant food smells filled the air.

Bards would gather by groups of people sitting or standing and sing out verses that were responded to in kind. He might as well have been invisible. A fly on the wall, watching everything go on around him. That is until he bumped into a very drunk man off to the side.

Bracing for a fight once the man spun around to see who’s path he’d wandered into, a huge smile spreading across his face as he saw Billy.

“Happy solstice my dear boy!” He slurred, raising his tankard high overhead and dumping the liquid contents into his mouth, most of it missing and dribbling down his beard and the front of his shirt. 

Billy found himself staring bemused at the man before laughing along with the mans friends. Pardoning himself as he continued on down the street, seeing vendors holding out their wares.

Perfumes, jewelry, wooden carved trinkets, an assortment of fabrics and items that were so familiar and yet so foreign to him. In fae there were almost markets like this, but their items were far more bizarre, at least he assumed they would be to any human.

Potions to grow taller, or enchanted horse shoes to make your steed run faster. Goblets that never emptied and rings that made the wearer more beautiful. There was no magick like that here, and yet these items ensorcelled him nonetheless.

They were magickal in their simplicity. He hadn’t brought money, or else he’d stop at every vendor and peruse for far longer. All he had back home was his money, a dead giveaway of what he was. 

At one of the carts selling baked goods and all sorts of floral arrangements Billy allowed himself to stop and take in the exorbitant fragrances. He felt a small tug on his doublet, causing him to look down, only to be met with the eyes of a small little girl.

She looked up at him in wonderment, a large smile playing upon her face. His blood froze for a second wondering if she could see through his glamour. Children were not as easily swayed by magick.

Adults believed what their eyes showed them, but children….not always. But instead she held up a flower, plucked from what must’ve been her parents cart. A vibrant purple hued rose, with velvety petals and a matching ribbon tied around it daintily.

Billy took the flower into his hand, lifted it to his nose and breathed deeply in the Scent. The little girl watched him, and as if satisfied by his gratitude she skipped off to join her parents who were packing up some of their baked goods to a willing customer.

Was this what he was told to fear? Drunken men and little girls offering roses? Surely this couldn’t be it. Granted they knew not of who he was, but he expected judgement, a wary eye on the outsider. A stern look from passerby’s at this hooded man traipsing through their village.

He didn’t feel any of those things. If anything everyone seemed caught up in their own business and enjoying their evening as the moonlight spilled over the cobblestone streets. They seemed positively, happy. 

Loud jovial music rang out and Billy followed the sound. Loud booms of laughter continued and fast paced fiddle music wafted out into the road from the tavern before him. The Drunken Faery. He couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of it all.

Pushing against the heavy wooden door, sneaking past fellow patrons searching for the source of music. It’s packed full, all asses and elbows and yet everyone seems to be in high spirits. 

The drinking and feasting continued as he passes tables, shouldering past a few of the more drunken patrons. The crowd surges forward as the music starts up again, dancing towards the sound. 

He’d never felt claustrophobic before but this was almost too much. Billy pushed past the last tightly knit group on men before finally reaching the counter where an older man was pouring pints and sending them down the wooden surface to waiting hands. 

From this vantage point he could better take in the full expanse of the tavern without being squashed between multiple guests. 

Wrought iron sconces with fat candles dripping wax onto the fixture, chandeliers of deer antlers, a large fireplace centered in the room with abundant flames being stoked to warm the already hot environment.

Swaths of rich fabric hung decoratively along the walls and ceiling, some banners with crests. Huge casks of ale sat nestled off to the side, only a matter of time until they were broken into.

“Can I get you something?” A lilting voice rang out over the loud squabbling and high pitched music. Billy turned to come face to face with the bartender across from him .A woman.

Hair that shimmered in the candlelight and eyes that drank the moonlight greedily from the nearest window.

His mouth ran dry, probably gaping like a fish. But he could barely form words, this woman. The woman from his dreams, in the flesh. 

“Judging by that look I’d say you’re in desperate need of something strong.” You smirked, turning away to grab the nearest clean mug, running a towel around the rim for good measure before pouring a hearty serving of mead. Sliding the mug over to him in one fell swoop.

His eyes never left your face as his hands firmly grasped the handle, lifting the mead to his lips, drinking deeply. You propped an elbow on the counter, resting your chin in the palm of your hand watching him.

His eyes briefly fluttered shut as his throat worked, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the liquid. Soon it had tapered down to nearly a few drops, mug once again meeting with the counter as he wiped at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Ya know…it’s suspicious seeing a hooded figure with an unfamiliar face in my tavern.” You mused watching his face for any sign of concern.

“I’m merely passing through. The festivities drew me in.” He responded in kind, tilting his head this way and that surveying the ruckus the crowd now seemed to be making. Music carrying in louder than before.

“Whereabouts are you from?” Curiosity tinged each of your words. You knew this entire village inside and out. Who was a drunkard, who was stealing, who was attempting to buy love potions from the fae, and who was getting into trouble.

There was of course the fair share of passerbys but most you could take one look at them and pin point where they were coming from. Most were from the lowlands, the main city, smaller towns dotting along. Even occasionally northerners coming down from their rocky outcroppings to take in new sights.

But this man. He didn’t give off the look of either. Pale skin, paler than those from the highlands even. Eyes as black as night, it was hard to even discern where his iris ended and pupil began. Far too dark to be from the mainland. 

The way his features settled on his face, as though carved with intention. Beautiful. Mysterious. It was hard to see under the hood but you could see his eyebrows were a dark brown hinting that the rest of his hair may be similar. 

“I came from the forests up north. A very small town.” 

“North Point or Versell?” You quirked a brow up waiting for his response. His stare never faltered  as he responded.

“North Point.” 

You clicked your tongue, picking up a nearby dirty glass, running a damp rag along the edges.

“Shame about the fire. I hope the town is able to rebuild better, lucky you weren’t harmed.” 

“Yes well, I was very lucky.” He was good. Barely batting an eye in response, body never altering posture.  

You leaned forward grabbing his mug and refilling it from the cask behind you, handing it back to his waiting hands. Billy took another long drink from the cup before setting it down off to the side this time.

You watched him intently. He was by far the most interesting person you’d encountered in a long time. And that was saying a lot given where you worked.

“Do you…have a name?” You inquired, wiping down your hand with a dry cloth that you kept tucked into the leather belt on your hips. 

Those dark eyes remained transfixed on your face. He didn’t give much away but you could almost hear the cogs turning in his head, wondering if it was wise to share that info with you. 

“Billy.” No title, no surname. Cut and dry.

You really liked this man. Whether that was his name or not you chose to use it.

“Well Billy, seeing as you’ve downed two casks of mead how is it you might be paying?” 

You felt your lips quirk up as for the first time he appeared caught off guard. As if not realizing payment was required in an establishment such as this. He patted along the front of his doublet, hands moving down to his leather breeches searching for some coin.

When it dawned on him he had nothing to pay with for the first time in maybe his entire life he felt somewhat embarrassed. How had you so easily persuaded him into taking something knowing he had no money to pay? 

Another seconds thought and he reached up under his cloak searching for something. You felt your muscles stiffen momentarily, unsure if he intended to draw a weapon and make a break for it, but what he did instead caught you even more off guard.

From under the cloak he produced a flower. A single rose, fragrant and full. Petals so dark, if the candlelight wasn’t there you’d assume it was black. It almost matched his eyes. 

Held out in offering to you. You reached forward grasping the stem, careful of the thorns, fingering the soft silky ribbon tied neatly in a bow. 

“Will this suffice?” You didn’t look at him as you touched each petal individually, it was beautiful. Beauty barely existed In this village anymore. 

Fetching a small glass of water you placed the flower in it, off to the side where no drunk patrons could fumble and knock it down, before turning back to Billy. Gathering your skirts in one hand and making your way around the counter before holding a hand out to him.

“Give me a dance and you’ll be paid in full.” 

He examined your hand, an odd look in his eyes but eventually you felt the warmth of his fingers slide into your own and you were pulling him through the crowd. 

People danced all around you, loud singing, pipes, and bells rang out producing a cacophony of sound that had you grinning from ear to ear. It was your favorite time of the year. 

Summer had come to a close and there was a nip to the air. Promise of renewal, first it was slow then it’d come all at once. This was the soft kiss of the year, the moment before lips parted and the cold filled the air once more.

You spared a glance back at Billy, hand still firmly in yours, his eyes darted around taking in the sights, pushing shoulder to shoulder with those you both passed. Soon you reached the center of the large space, though it was packed you managed to claim one unoccupied area just as the band worked up again.

The flute picked up pace, followed closely by the harp and pipes. Cheers rang out and clapping began, everyone falling into a ring, women to one side and men to the other. 

You playfully pushed him to the mens side and you caught, if only for a second, mirth in his eyes. Clapping continued as the circle moved, each side responding in kind to the others.

Women swayed their skirts, shooting coy glances to their counterparts before clapping hands and spinning once, twice, three times in accompaniment. It went on and on, then it was your turn.

Sashaying to the center where Billy now resided, the other men having fallen back behind him to his momentary shock and amusement. Twirling around him, tracing a finger along the front of his chest to the center of his back, skirts fisted in your left hand.

You were about to continue on teasingly to the laughter of those around you but gasped as you felt strong hands clasp at your waist, lifting you high up, before setting you down, those same hands spinning you outwards then back in.

Landing softly into his arms, dipping low, the lights seemed to blare around you as you looked up to be met with Billy’s dark eyes, an actual grin broke across his face having taken you by utter and complete surprise.

You barely had time to register you were moving again when suddenly you were once more upright being spun back to your origin in the line, laughter and clapping erupted as you two joined back to your respective places.

The song continued on for a few more minutes but you didn’t hear it, all you could focus on was the mysterious man across from you. Clapping in time with the others but clearly not one of them.

Could anyone else see it or was it only you?

Soon the song ended and before the next one began You’d made your way over to your dance partner pulling him off to the side still breathless.

“You dance quite well.” His eyes crinkled along with the small smile on his lips.

“That’s how its taught in North Point.” He responded before his expression changed, looking out the nearest window. You followed his gaze seeing nothing only the moon, much lower in the sky now. “Walk with me before I go.” 

You only nodded, not sure how to respond. Feeling a small pin prick of worry at the thought of him leaving. Would you ever see him again?

You two pushed through the throngs of people, even though the night was late many still lined the streets and corners. The rush of cool crisp air providing respite from the clogged scents of the tavern.

Standing for a moment he surveyed the people milling about, laughing and talking as if he were seeing it for the first time. He didn’t turn to you when he spoke next, “This celebration, what is it?” 

You walked up closer to him, noticing how much he towered over your own frame.

“It’s the autumnal solstice.” 

His brows drew together in thought, pondering the words.

“It’s strange, to celebrate a time when crops will soon die and cold approaches.” 

“No it’s beautiful. Autumn is nature’s last vibrant battle cry before fading into the softness of quiet renewal.” 

He turned to you then, examining your face with the same effort and discernment he had just done on the townsfolk and village. His throat worked, words unspoken seemed to drift behind his eyes.

Lifting a hand to caress the side of your cheek, you leaned into it, the warmth, the tenderness and silent strength and something else sparked in the back of your mind.

“I must go.” 

“Will you return?” You barely gave men the time of day, waiting on them bored you and their company never thrilled you, and yet with him….

“North Point is far away. I’m not sure.” He adjusted his cloak once more, you found yourself wondering how it had stayed so perfectly in place during your dance. The absence of where his hand had been suddenly felt very cold.

He took off, walking carefully over the cobblestones and into the night.

“It must be lonely-“ you called out, watching him pause in his gait. “To live in a town that’s been abandoned for 200 years.” 

Watching, waiting for a reaction. Yes North Point had had a fire blaze through it. Hundreds of years ago, you knew for a fact that no one occupied its residences ever since, all having moved to Vesell. 

He only hesitated a moment, never looking back, and then continuing on into the darkness until you could no longer seem him, left to wonder about where it was he truly was going.

[thediktatortot]

I had a Mungrove story idea in the shower please take this:

Billy Hargrove moves to Hawkins, but instead of the Upside Down it's the Fae world starting to bleed into our own. Billy starts to experienced weird shit happening to him and others and in the process he makes friends with one Eddie Munson.

He's a weird guy, a bit too loud and touchy but Billy comes to enjoy his company.

Little does everyone know that Eddie Munson is fae touched, always having been a little different than those around him but as the boundary between the realms starts to thin, Eddie starts to experience things he's never experienced before.

Possible routes:

Eddie & Billy end up fucking off to the Fae world together the end. :)

Billy wont let the Fae take Eddie with them when they try to take those in Hawkins they've touched, winning a battle of wits and strength against them to save Eddie. >.3

Eddie willingly leaves with the Fae and Billy doesn't go with him :(

[ghostlynimbus]

Steve & Robin move to California together.

And one day not long after the move they spot a drive through coffee place on the way to work and decide to try it.

Neither of them is prepared to handle the bizarre magic that is Dutch Bros employees and they leave the drive through with no idea what drinks they ordered and already half in love with employees Billy & Heather. (Heather took their order, Billy handed them their drinks).

It becomes a Thing.

Steve & Robin are barely making rent on their shared apartment but they find room in the budget to get Dutch every work day (and some days off too if they end up going out).

The Dutch Bros sorcery works on them regardless of who is on shift, but Steve & Robin are especially effected by Billy & Heather are working.

They try to logic their way out of it. Like sure Billy and Heather are good looking, but so are a lot of people. And yeah they’re nice to talk to, but it’s not like they’re saying anything particularly special. Its fine.

They can get coffee and not want to ask the employees out.

It’s not fine, it’s never fine.

One day, on a day off, Steve and Robin end up finding a stray dog on the beach. They ask around for the dog’s owner and don’t get any answers so they plan to take the dog to the shelter. But they decide to get some dutch on the way to help fortify them for the Difficulties of having to see a bunch of adoptable shelter pets and not take any home.

However when they get to the drive through and all the employees (including Billy & Heather) absolutely love the dog and lavish it (and Steve & Robin by association) with so much extra attention, Steve and Robin decide then and there that they are keeping the dog.

The dog becomes a regular part of Steve & Robin’s dutch bros trips, getting lavished with attention and treats every time. Heather & Billy pout whenever Steve and Robin show up without the dog and take to saying stuff like “where’s our boy/girl? 🥺” whenever the dog isn’t with them and absolutely destroying Steve & Robin bc of their big stupid crushes.

[randomwriting-misc]

Endangered | Chapter Five

Paul Lahote x OFC

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, "Anna", moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

The bonfire is already going strong when we make our way over. Logs and tree stumps and rocks have all been moved around the pit in a circle, as well as chairs brought by some. There is a table set up with food everyone brought. I really appreciated Paul bringing me to these community events. It made me feel less like the outsider Sam once told me I was, and closer to the whole pack. Some of the Elders give us knowing nods. Word of Paul's imprinting traveled fast in the small group who knew the truth, which includes Billy Black, who was staring at me from where he sat around the bonfire. When he catches my eye, he waves me over.  

“Hi Billy,” I say with a smile sitting on the tree next to him.

“Anna,” he says and then gives Paul a nod, “Paul, could you go grab us something to drink?”

Paul hesitates but agrees after I nod at him. As he’s walking away, I look up at Billy.

“So, am I right to assume you’re the reason Charlie is asking about Paul?” I question with a smile. Billy throws his hands up in surrender.  

“Me? I would never?” He smiles.

I laugh and roll my eyes.  

“Is Jacob here?” I ask looking around.

Billy frowns, “Yes, but only because I made him, I believe he is helping Sue Clearwater with carrying some food.” He pauses, “Is everything okay with him?” I sigh deeply.

“He doesn’t like Paul, or Sam really. He thinks they are in a gang. I told him today that I was hanging out with him.”

It’s Billy’s turn to roll his eyes.  

“He’ll get over it one day, I’m sorry he’s making things difficult for you.”

I shrug, “There’s not much I can do. I love Jake, I really do, but it’s physically painful to be away from Paul. Both of us would be weaker if we stayed away.”  

He nods knowingly, “I understand Anna, I do not and would not blame you for anything between you and Jake. It’ll take time, but things will resolve themselves.”

I smile at Billy, and we make small talk until Paul comes back carrying two drinks in hand. He hands them each to us as Jacob appears in view.  

Jacob scowls at me and turns to walk away from us again and my heart breaks a little. Paul sits next to me and wraps an arm around my waist.  

“It’ll be okay,” he whispers in my ear, “I can talk to him? His misconceptions about me doesn't mean he can be rude to you.”

I shake my head, “No, I think that would make it worse, but I appreciate it, love.”

The pet name falls off my tongue with ease, and it’s not until after that that I realize what I’ve said. I straighten and look away from him so he can’t see me freak out, but of course, he knows. Paul laughs and kisses my temple again.  

“Very cute,” he whispers. I slink off the log onto the sand to avoid him looking at how flushed I am, but Paul just moves so I am in between his legs and moves down to the ground, picking me up slightly to move me forward. My back is leaning against his chest and his arms are around my waist.  

“You know it’s really not fair that you can just pick me up and move me wherever.”

“It’s very fair,” He smirks, “how else would I get to hold on to you like this.” I roll my eyes at him and settle into his arms. This is the first Reservation wide event Paul and I have been to together, usually just attending council meetings between the Elders and the Pack. I can see that all eyes are on us. Paul had told me about his reputation and his temper. Jared made sure to let me know that Paul became a lovesick puppy around me, pun intended, and it was weird to see him be so calm and caring.  

It seems a lot of people shared that opinion. While many of the younger girls glared openly, most stared on with a surprising curiosity. The Council Members smiled at us tenderly.

Paul is playing with my hair, pulling the curls gently and watching them spring back when Emily sits down next to me. I gasp in excitement and hug her, yelling her name. She laughs and hugs me back. Paul whines as Emily pulls me away from him  

“I missed you,” I say pouting.  

“I missed you too,” she says leaning in, “You know, we could just ditch the boys and run off together.” She says quietly with a wink. I throw my head back in a laugh. Emily Young was not so secretly, my favorite member of our little pack, and we often joked about us being the ones truly in love.  

Paul wraps his arms around my waist, “You both would miss us too much.”  

I scoff and push him away lightly, “As if.”

Emily laughs and we begin to catch up.

The night is lovely. Sam and Jared join us shortly after Emily, and I feel like things are finally okay. Times like this make me feel like I could be happy, that I can be a part of a family, even if I will always miss my parents. Time flies with them because, after two hours and some food, I barely register the stares, except for one.

Sadness twinges at my heart as I catch sight of Jacob again, he’s been staring at us for a while now, and Paul nudges my shoulder with his chin.

“Do you want to try to talk to him?” He whispers. I give him a doubtful look.

“I don’t know. I don’t want you to get mad.” He raises his eyebrows.

“I can handle myself, Anna, He’s your friend,” he says, “I’ll be here.”

I push myself off the ground, Paul helping me. I give him a small smile and tell the others I’ll be right back. Sam, who had warmed up to me after a week or two, gives a questioning look to Paul. As I walk away, I hear Paul give a short explanation, and Sam's eyes flash towards Jacob.

Jacob is sitting by himself away from the fire. He doesn’t walk away when he sees me.

I pull my sweater tight around me.

“Hey,” I say gently. He doesn’t answer.

“Can I sit?”

No reply again, but he does move over a bit. Sitting down, I exhale in defeat, unsure of what to say.

“So,” he begins, venom in his voice, “What are you, like their groupie now?” I flinch at his words, and across the way, I see the boy’s tense. Damn their hearing.

“Jake don't talk to me like that. Let me explain.” I say, voice still quiet. I continue before he makes another snarky comment.

“Paul and I… we’re together, kind of. He’s not the person you claim to hate so much.”

“How would you know Anna? You’ve been here for a few months, and suddenly you know everyone better than I do? I’ve known him since childhood. He’s aggressive.”

“Honestly, I’ve never really seen this famous temper everyone keeps mentioning.”

“That doesn’t mean you won’t, he’ll just blow up on you one day, and you’ll get hurt.”

“I really doubt that Jake.”

“Don’t be stupid Anna,” Jake says getting up and walking away. Paul watches him, ready to get up.

Don’t, I voice to his mind, I got it, please.

He’s unhappy about it but settles back down, whispering to Sam.

I follow Jake to the parking lot.

“Jacob!” I shout.

“Forget it, Anna, go run back to your little cult!” he yells.

“Why are you doing this? It’s not like this has to be an ultimatum. What, because I like hanging out with someone other than you, I can’t be your friend?”

“I don’t really want to be friends with someone like you right now.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means I told you how they acted, and you didn’t care.”

“I really don’t understand this reaction, Jake, you’re acting like I’ve committed some kind of Shakespearean betrayal,” I’m struggling to catch up with him at this point.

“Jake, don’t act like this is some choice I have to make.” I plead.

Jake turns around, and I almost walk right into him.

“It’s not a choice, you’ve already chosen. I just never expected you fall at their feet like a whore.”

His words slice through me, and I step back. In that instant, Paul appears behind me. I can sense his anger, and how hard he is trying to hold back. His hands are on my shoulders, and I press my back against him, trying to ground him and calm him down.

“Walk away Black,” he sees through barred teeth.

“Yeah, of course, come to save the day again Lahote? Pretend you’re some kind of hero?” Jacob is yelling louder now, gaining the attention of onlookers.

Sam steps in front of Paul and me, hands up.

“Jacob, take a step back.”

Jacob is shaking with anger, a sign that his change is closer than we think.

“Paul, take Anna home, please,” Sam says. I shoot him an apology via a mind link, but he dismisses it telling me it’s not my fault.

I grab Paul’s hand and coax him away, heading back to his truck, Emily is there with my truck.

“Sorry to kill the mood,” I mumble but Emily shushes me.

“Don’t worry about it, hun. I’m sorry about your friend. I’ll see you soon, yeah?” She kisses me on the cheek and walks back to the bonfire.

Paul is still silent beside me, taking deep breaths. I wrap my arms around him, but he doesn’t hug me back. Frowning, I look up at him.

“Are you all right?” I say in a hushed tone. He finally looks down and sighs, arms finally moving around me.

“I should be asking you that.”

“I’m fine, more angry than sad, but I’m sure I will be later. He sucks.” Paul nods and lets me go to open the passenger door.

“He crossed a line,” Paul adds tensely. I nod my head and climb into the seat. He shuts the door gently and walks around.

Paul’s emotions are more decipherable now. Anger, frustration, worry, and guilt. He starts to drive; the silence is deafening.

“I hope you know he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. About you,” I assert. Paul’s grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“He isn’t wrong about me.”

“Yes, he is.” I stand firm.

“Anna, I am constantly afraid of hurting you, the fact that other people also think that? I can’t even…” he trails off.

“Any type of strong emotion can set off the change Paul, just because you happened to be angry at the time and can feel intensely, doesn’t make you a monster. I literally have a connection to your emotions. If I had any worry about you, don’t you think I would voice that? I have never been concerned about you hurting me or getting angry with me.”

Paul doesn’t answer, but I don’t press on, letting him digest my words.

It’s almost 9:30 when we pull into the driveway and Paul is hopping out to open my door. Before getting out, I turn to face him and pull him close, placing my hands on either side of his face.

“Promise me you won’t beat yourself up over what Jacob said.”

His face softens as he looks into my eyes, making me melt all over again. He nods and rests his forehead against mine.

“Jacob will get over himself. Hopefully, before he changes, but even then, he’ll understand,” His voice is quiet, “I’m sorry he said those things to you.”

I shrug noncommittedly.

“He’s right though, it’s not a choice. It’s you.”

A surge of bliss hits me from him, and I smile.

“Of course it’s you, Paul.”

His hand finds its way to the base of my neck, the other slightly caressing my cheek.

“Tell me to stop if you want me to,” he says breathily.

“Not a chance,” I whisper back.

Yearning flashes in his eyes as he leans in to kiss me, gently at first, just barely brushing his lips against mine. His lips are soft and warm, contrasting with how cold mine are from the weather, and I feel like electricity is coursing through my body. I sigh into him and pull him closer, his chest pressing against me. Warmth pooled in my stomach as he deepens the kiss, tilting my head back slightly. My hands slide up into his hair, desperate for more, but he breaks away. I whimper from the loss of him.

He kisses my cheeks, and nose before pulling away completely.

“Charlie’s about to walk outside,” he murmurs, “I still want to be on his good side for now.”

Right on cue, Charlie exits the front door, feigning casualty as he walks to his car. I wave at him.

“Be inside in a second!” I shout, “Stop being nosy! Love you!”

With a hrmph, he walks back inside and Paul chuckles beside me.

I give him an amused look, before finally climbing down from my seat.

“Thank you.”

Paul winks at me and walks me up to the door.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight. I liked having you by my side.”

“I did too, despite Jacob’s tantrum. We should do stuff like that more.” I hint.

“Hm, what a thought.” He says, portraying innocence. I playfully drop his hand in response, but he catches my waist and kisses me lightly one more time.

“Goodnight, Anna.” He hums.

My head is spinning and my cheeks are flushed.

“Goodnight Paul,” I squeak back.

Read Chapter Six Here

[finalgirlfae]

i’m working on an ethan landry smut rn bc i’ve been seeing so many edits of him on tiktok, should be out tmr or tuesday🤭 def down to write more slasher smut

[adelacreations]

Fae Harringrove AU please?

Oh you are so in for a treat! You can also have @shieldofiron to thank for how unhinged this AU became

ORIGINALLY it was supposed to be a Sleeping Beauty/Maleficent AU but it turned into it's own type of world which I'm enjoying working on! There are elements of the maleficent plotline in it!

WIP Snippet -

“Why was he slighted? If the family before was the problem…why not go after them?” “Sins of the father, my sweet flame. The sins of the father in the creature’s eyes were passed down to the son. The family was…horrid and cruel and the golden prince was a kindness, though…he struggled with his own anger and fear. But…the golden prince was determined, wanting to get back to his people but also…help the creature.” “Help?” “Yes, help. For you see, the creature was in pain. So much pain and the golden prince could see it so. It took time…so much time until the creature trusted the golden prince. And in that moment, the prince learned something about the creature, about what the creature wanted deep inside and sought it out back in his kingdom. But the father of the prince…the golden prince’s family was a cruel, cruel man. And clever, setting out a trap for anyone seeking out a certain prize. A prize that was taken from the creature. And sadly…the golden prince fell to that trap, falling into a deep enchanted sleep. And the creature…the creature had fallen in love with the prince and waited for him to return as he promised. And he waited…and waited…until he fell into utter despair.”

Honestly this is something I'm looking forward to posting so I really hope people enjoy it!

[the-bee-graveyard]

Rewatching stranger things has me baffled at how Billy still has so many defenders. Like do they genuinely not remember how fucking shitty he was lol? I feel like some people have forgotten some of the shit he did or are at least down playing it in their minds idk.

Billy is a perfect example of how people will excuse almost anything for pretty white people. Stop using the “he was abused” excuse. Abuse doesn’t justify abuse, and it certainly doesn’t justify racism.

[whenyouwishuponastar7]

driftin’ too far from the shore (1/1, 20617) Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Rating: Teen+ Tags: Alternate Universe - Fae, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, POV Steve Harrington, Fae Billy Hargrove, Fae Max Mayfield, Fae Magic, Canon-Typical Behavior, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, he just wants to scoop ice cream, Spells & Enchantments, Sinister Undertones, Unsettling, brief horror/scary scene, but this is billy hargrove so, Flirting, Humor, Implied Sexual Content, Ambiguity, Open to Interpretation, but what you might call a happy ending Summary: In which Steve Harrington is sick of monster hunting and the Upside Down, but come on. He wants to catch a break, but Steve falls into a world of enchantment where all is not as it seems, and a sinister nature lurks just beneath the surface.