#Fae Household

[rurpleplayssims]

Althea felt nervous as she headed into the bathroom upstairs. 

She’d been feeling unwell at the conference and she'd had two moments when she’d had to hurry to the toilet to vomit. She’d also been sick a few times in the past couple of days and due to the strain Thomas had been under, she’d not told him about her suspicions yet.

But if the test came back positive, she’d go tell him right now.

The worse part was the five minute wait for the test to develop.

Oh-! Am I-?!

[ghouljams]

reading the fae au has my daddy issues REELING-

i dunno do i want to be held and comforted by one of them or fucked dumb😭🙏

could you maybe do some like paternal/father figurey stuff with any fae boy you want… cant prove the stereotype daddy issues right guys please im more than wanting old me to make me worse…

As previously stated I asked my friend for help writing the original fae!Price post. Gave me the main pointers on how it all worked.

Do you want more actual dad stuff with Ghost and baby? Or is this just wanting older men to be nice to you?

I'm just gonna have Price run some aftercare on his Witch.

You're still a little floaty, still fuzzy at the edges from having your own magic turned against you. You hear Price opening a window to let the smoke out, and you feel sort of cold without him holding onto you. Your whole body aches like you just finished working an overly complicated spell. You turn your head to rub your cheek against the couch, the worn fabric just rough enough against your skin to start to ground you back in your body.

You've done this enough times. Grounding. You stretch your fingers out and- oh, hm. Your hands are still tied behind your back. That explains the ache in your shoulders. Right. Right, you remember. You were bad at following orders, so Price had to- Why does that thought make your heart hurt a little. A small noise escapes you, somewhere between upset and need.

Price is by you in an instant, crouching to be sure he can look in your eyes as he slips his hand under your cheek to hold your face. "You're alright sweetheart," He tells you softly, "we're done, you did good."

You roll your shoulders wordlessly, your throat hurts, he nods and pushes up to reach over you and untie your wrists. You sag with a sigh feeling the pressure around your wrists disappear. Price reappears, looking over your face, checking for signs of distress. The gentle touches are so far flung from the bruising grip he'd had on you not long ago.

"You ok to sit up?" He asks, and you nod, "Good girl, up we go." Price helps you ease into sitting, his hand pressing between your shoulders to take some of the weight from the movement. Your head spins a little, and you make another upset noise at the pain of it. "I know, sugar, I know." His arm slides under your knees, the other wrapping around your shoulders.

You haven't been lifted in years, but your brain is a little sluggish in processing the soft grunt from Price before you're no longer on the couch. You rest your head against his shoulder, ground yourself a little in his scent. Or you try to, but the lingering tobacco and morning glory give you another shot of the brain fuzzies.

You drift for a while, settled at some point on the edge of your tub. The rush of water and smell of sachet herbs doing little to pull you back to earth until you are actually submerged. Magic sloughs off of you as you sink under the warm water. You hold your breath and stare up at Price through the refraction.

When you pull yourself back up to oxygen you feel like you're in your body again. At least magically. Price's hands catch your shoulders before you can tip forward back into the water. "Easy sweetheart," He tells you, his hands are rough and calloused, another feeling to ground with. You take a deep breath, trying to pull yourself from the non-magical portion of this. The soft dreamy space you'd settled in, the need to please him with little care to your own needs. "Not in a rush," Price presses your shoulders back against the end of the tub, "Just breathe, I'm not going anywhere," You close your eyes, rest your cotton stuffed head against the edge of the tub, "You did so good, I'm so proud of you."

You don't really know why he's telling you that, but it helps. Makes your ribs unwind a little. He pulls one of your hands from the water and digs his fingers into your palm, dragging and rubbing the ache from your hand before moving up to your wrist. Price pulls the pain out of your limbs as easily as he pulled the thoughts from your head, whispering soft sweet things to you until you're starting to doze.

"All mine," He murmurs, pressing his lips against the pulse in your wrist. You hum assent. All his.

[witchofthesouls]

Deliciously fucked up way for Team Prime to find out about the supernatural: Have a fae show up in one of the kid's homes. False Artifact preying on Raf's baby/toddler siblings, a Pooka replacing the pet dog at Miko's, or a Kobold decides Jack's place is nice enough to stay. The kids have a feeling something is up but the bots think it's just nothing.

Until they find an old school packet with info that eeriely matches the signs in their respective home. Miko's Pooka Hunting goes a bit awry so Bulkhead ends up seeing her get chased outside the house by something that definitely isn't a dog. Raf barely got one sibling away from being eaten by a False Artifact. Arcee might've damaged the house to grab Jack as he accidentally spook a Kobold.

Cue concerned bot noises upon seeing the packets. I don't think they like the idea of children eating fae in their charges' homes.

Ahhh, this went in a different direction.

Warning: off-screen character death (age-related and car accident), dubcon/noncon body modifications, and underage drinking

Now the Darby household does have a Kobold. It's been following them (and the lineage) for a very long time. Generation after generation, parent to child as the unspoken agreement is held with family traditions, superstitions, and practices that have been ingrained into family lore.

If there's one thing June absolutely misses about her ex-husband, it's his family. While June hadn't cut ties with her own blood, her own kin (even her own parents) never spent time in one place for too long. They welcomed into their home. Treated her well with food and warmth and taught her their traditions as she married a son of theirs.

It's an unfortunate fact of life that time comes for all. Oma survived years of hardship by war and reconstruction, without her beloved husband, and the deaths of her own dwindling family, she died peacefully in her sleep during a visit to see a toddling Jack. His parents, though...

When the call came that his parents were killed in a massive pile-up on the freeway, their lives came crashing down.

Grief manifests in so many ways. June cherishes what was left behind. She uses the quilts and recipes and leaves out a portion of dinner for the 'spirit of the hearth.' Her husband, however, drowned himself inside the hospital; unable to come home and look at the reminders, refusing to do anything with it.

Their divorce comes and it's... amicable. The man who was once her husband stares back with a frozen heart, shrouded by his own grief, and he offers to leave them the house as well. June declines and searches for warmer shadows.

The house is sold. June and Jack move on, and the Kobold follows them.

June is a Darby child, and her son follows her as well. Memories are cherished by them. (Faithfully. Hungrily.) And June dutifully attends to her once-husband's family's traditions: leaving dusty corners, a few dirty plates in the sink, grease on the stove, and many, little things that keep the home running. He may try to escape them, but she won't deny their son the same happiness and joy in it.

Jack was too young to remember his family's faces outside of photos and portraits, but there is a lullaby that follows his dreams, crooning over his head and chasing away his nightmares.

For the longest time, he thought the extra dinner plate was for Oma because it's the same dishes and sweets she once ate, even to this day. Jack was quick to hunt for tidbits about them, and always attributed missing left shoes, misplaced kitchen pens, tipping empty glasses during holidays, and creaking floorboards at night as her mischief. I'm still here, it said. I won't leave.

Jack grew up with the same quilts that consumed him, produce that never spoils (the milk might, but it's easy to make cheese from sour milk), and all the little things that made a house a cozy home.

Much like her own family, June and Jack moved frequently as well. Pests were never a problem for them, nor were mold or leaks. They were strangely lucky in that regard.

The Esquivel home does have Others in their vicinity. It's due to the unknown actions of their youngest member. One day when Raf was far younger and playing hide-and-seek with his siblings and neighborhood kids, Raf came across a pitiful, little creature in a drying puddle.

It flopped and croaked, squirming and clawing at the edges of the barely wet concrete of the patio. Scales flaking in dull, resplendent hues, and its side bleeding a sluggish black ooze. It wasn't a fish. Fish had no arms or torsos, nor had his older brother's books on marine life had anything about fish with two tails. Or fish that scream hard enough to make his nose bleed and cry oily marbles that plink on the ground.

To this day, Raf doesn't know what compelled him to step closer but he did. He saw the strange eyes, blinded and pulsing with veins. Later he'll find out about nictitating membranes, but at the moment it was strange to see how a little, blind not-fish stared back at him, mewling something that skittered across his senses and he tasted blood at the back of his throat.

Mama Esquivel was livid over his son's wet jacket and then concerned when he showed the deep bite on his hand and how his nose continued to bleed.

The birdbath in their backyard does get visitors. Raf rises with the sun to watch strange fish-like creatures splash around the small fountain, singing beautifully to coax birds to eat them whole. His sisters think there's a hawk or an owl nearby that hunting down the smaller birds. Raf knows better. He leaves them lizards and newts, dead rats and mice from traps, and leftover meat and nopales that he can carefully sneak away. Much like corvids, they leave him those oily-slick marbles (pearls), carved sea glass that store whalesong, and beautifully intact shells that contain the noise of a howling tempest and the sea at its most furious.

He knows because they explained it to him. Safety, they said as Raf learns to invoke a flashflood and charm to remain inconspicuous and he understands.

"I wish I knew what you're saying to me," a boy told a small fae that was dropped by a red-tailed hawk, far away from any source of water to return home. Its laughter was the sounds of a babbling brook, the river rushing into the ocean's arms. It asked its savior what was the boon he wished for, and the child unknowingly answered. < Wish granted, little Mudman. > And it savagely bit his hand to share their blood for water touched everything and anything, and who else but the fae could bestow the gift of language of any tongue?

Just because Miko is far from Japan, that doesn't mean she doesn't have something attached to her. And of course, it's a cat.

At first, she thought a feral cat lost a match with a cactus or a porcupine and had recently escaped a trap based on all the pins and dragging tail, but not at all. Much to her amazement, it's fast on its paws. Far more agile and durable, she has seen the creature slash massive cacti and easily jump from the ground to rooftops.

The host family she stays at isn't as boring and straight-laced as she once thought. They do enjoy making homemade brews and other fermented goods. They allow the kids to sample it, but only on the weekends and after a good meal.

She gets a little information from her host family. It's a Catcus Cat - a mythical beast; something that isn't real.

Miko leaves a shallow bowl of her own efforts at making mead and other alcoholic beverages, and the Catcus Cat seems to take a liking to the fruitier and sweet drinks.

The Catcus Cat follows her to the Autobot base. Even when she was riding with Jack and Arcee, she was able to spy the beast racing alongside them in the sand, easily keeping pace.

It allows her to pet it occasionally. Purring as it keeps its spines flat and soft, still prickly but leaving no damage. But it prefers chasing games, so Miko cobbled a fishing rod with pieces of raw meat to play 'Fetch' and got a laser to watch it scramble up solid walls and scale cliffsides.

Unlike the Darby's Kobold and Raf's aquatic visitors, the Catcus Cat had interactions with the Autobots. Particularly Arcee and Bumblebee. They enjoy racing in the high-noon sun and dark empty roads at night. It comes along because very few can truly challenge them. And the Autobots think it's a baseline Earth animal. A charming one, even if its yowls are thundering.

Out of all the Autobots, it's Arcee that figured out something is off. Unlike Miko's inability to hide a new car and the Esquivel's already full garage, Arcee can fit comfortably in the Darby's garage. June even partitioned out an area for the Autobot to transform and scavenged large bean bags and thick body pillows as a makeshift bed.

June often works and Jack is either at Knockout Burger or the base after school, so Arcee has no idea how there are fresh meals, hot and ready on the stove as well as how the Pits her pillow nest is fluffed and straightened when there's no one at home!

Arcee thinks there's some sort of weird intruder in their house that likes being domestic, and it drives her nuts that June and Jack are completely nonchalant over the fact.

She's definitely not happy hearing it's been happening for over a decade, and no she doesn't believe it's the ghost of a dearly departed relative!

[not-poignant]

hey pia!

i'm super curious - are the vench underfae? do they exist somewhere outside of the class structure?

Hi anon

Vench are underfae, yes, but they don't exist outside of class structure (as in - they're underfae!)

It doesn't really matter to them though, they have no desire to enter into what they perceive to be the pathetic power struggles in the 'above' heh

[kuratm]

FIRST 20 ROLLS, BABY, LET'S GOOOOOO. about GODDAMN time this smug son of a bitch shows me mercy and comes home EARLY.

[rosenfey]

wheres that post that's like I could be a professional chess player with the way I can master sitting with my face in my hands in despair because that's faerene whenever she and gale play lanceboard

[briefbestiary]

A large and hairy household spirit, a lubber fiend is a hard worker for as long as his payment is maintained.

[knife-red]

ppl are allergic to doing basic research or showing basic respect to celtic folklore im so tired

[pickled-flowers]

I would LOVE to hear about your OCs if you want to talk about them! I've been fascinated by them ever since you started posting more OC content :) it's great seeing more of Fawn too I feel like it's been a while but I still remember him!

!!!!!!!!!!! THat is,,,, so cool that you like my ocs???????? Now i can’t not share 🥹🫣🫡

Anyways have some more sketches of my boy :3

Isn’t his story he’s a little different from previous lore; he’s human but still as silly :)

[devilfruitdyke]

suits with skirts are the saddest article of clothing im sorry. you will be a pretty boy for the 14 hours of this high school debate tournament

[scorpiotrait]

foxes: minding their own business Orion: friend???

[rurpleplayssims]

“Everything ok, darling?” Thomas asked as his wife walked into their bedroom.

Althea paused before she spoke. She doubted he would be upset at the news, but why was it so daunting to say the words aloud?

“Umm, the past few days I’ve been feeling a little under the weather-”

“-but according to the test I just took, it means I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby!”

“You’re pregnant?!” Thomas asked, almost shouting the question. In an instant he’d scooped her up in his arms and was kissing her cheek.

Althea smiled “Yes, I’m pregnant.”

“This is amazing news!” Thomas said, delighted. “What a day I’ve had, cured and now finding out we’re going to become parents at last!”

[sonjavart]

It is my pleasure and my... No, just my pleasure to present these shirtless Kvothes to you all.

[cinearia]

snippet

"Beddor is a familiar name"

Dina turned to face her. She was used to hearing her family's last name often, but sounded strange when it came from a faerie. Despite being familiar with Dara, she is also a nymph. 

"Of course it is. But here it doesn't matter" she inquired, looking away at the landscape. "I mean, maybe if I bump into one of the Archeron sisters they'll recognize it" 

Must be acceptable for her to be nervous. It's in her family's veins. Being a Beddor reminded her of that, and House Beddor just didn't turn to political advancement with all the resources they had for one simple and traumatic reason; protect the edge lands of the mortal from creatures coming from the other side.

Dina was on the other side now. Way beyond what she thought was faerie territory. Her advantage was her friends, her training, and a crazy plan formed by crazy people (herself included). 

Looking at the faces of Dara, Oscar and even Guizo, everyone there knew that stealing from a High Lord would be like shouting from the rooftops to put a target on their foreheads. Dina couldn't see this as not being personal, since she knew there were specific names behind Clare's disappearance and that includes the High Lord of that land and Elain and Nesta sister. 

Being the humans of the group, Dina and Guizo depended on Dara and Oscar's knowledge of this land. But even they didn't seem to understand much beyond what Jurian had informed them. 

"I get the feeling we shouldn't even be here in the first place" Oscar, the only human other than her, didn't move from the rock he was sitting on. Half fae and half human, but a changeling, adopted into a noble mortal family. 

Guizo kicked a stone, surprisingly his hands were in the pockets. "Honestly, I take back everything bad that has ever been said about Spring Court. Why couldn't this High Lord hide his stuff in a flat place?"

"It could be worse. It could be Velaris"

"Is it a flat place?" Oscar hugged himself in the overcoat, his hand covering the pendant around his neck involuntarily.

"It's much harder to get into and relentlessly beautiful, or so they say" Dara explained, though maybe Oscar didn't care at all "Velaris has gone from being a hidden place to an impossible place. In Hewn City is not enough for us to enter, but to get out quietly" 

Oscar snorted. "Problem is how to keep two humans, a nymph and a half Urisk alive and well"

“That's the spirit, I'm so glad you understood, my good friend Oscar” Guizo clapped amiably on his arm, to which Oscar didn't react beyond a nobleman's eye roll.

"I've never been this high before either" Dara muttered. Her body shuddered as another gust of wind swirled through the mountains. Not the cold of the water or the cold of the storm, but a hard wind pounding against her body as if she's supposed to fall over a mountain. She wondered if there were nymphs in the Night Court in general. 

"I think that's awesome" Guizo jumped up "So, as long as we can get in, steal the parchment, and not get paid, it's going to be sooo awesome."

He walked to the edge, where he could see the entrance to the city.

“Does anyone else want to do something, or can Dara…”

"Don't say my last name"

Dina's voice managed to cut through the wind. 

“I know it's not customary for you to have one” Dina looked down at the Beddor crest with her sword. Every Beddor has at least one thing with the crest highlighted . The machete looked less lethal than Dina had always considered her to be, even if it takes more than that to kill a faerie.

But she could hurt -, a lot. 

“But don't mention my last name. Just in case"

Silent agreement prevailed between them, even Guizo seemed to calm down for a moment before continuing.

“Okay, since that’s all” he pointed down in the middle of the mountains “Let’s steal from a High Lord”

[minibunz]

I’m gonna try to shoot Gorou content within the next few days if I can, finals week is coming up so I’m fucking swamped rn and also just mentally feeling shit so I probably won’t be active unless I have good shit to post idk

[wickedsrest-rp]

NAME: Household Fae

ALSO KNOWN AS: Domestic Fae, Fae Pest

RARITY: ★★☆☆☆ | Variable, but these are some of the most common fae and among the most likely to have frequent encounters with humans.

THREAT LEVEL: ★★☆☆☆ | Variable, but most are simply nuisances. Occasional deaths do occur.

HABITAT: Almost exclusively in the homes of people. They can’t survive out in the world on their own.

DESCRIPTION: Many fae species have found a parasitic lifestyle suits them. Some may find shelter in human homes for safety or easy sources of food, while others may have more specific needs that can only be met by cohabitation. It’s common for these fae to ransack the kitchens and cupboards at night in search of food, and others may cause additional havoc around the house, such as throwing things around, pulling pranks, and inviting some more dangerous friends over. Most can use some magic to cause further chaos. Household fae aren’t capable of human speech, but many have at least somewhat of a grasp of human language enough to understand what is being said to them. These fae are all weak to iron, and many are vulnerable to charms that can be placed around the home to keep them out. 

In many cases, it’s possible to win the favor of these fae through kindness and offerings of food. Should that happen, they will be less likely to cause trouble… provided your kindness continues. Some will accept certain gifts or deals in exchange for leaving a home for good. While all of these household fae lack physical defenses, most are quick-moving and skilled at evading attempts to squash them. Culling these common pests can be the bread and butter for some wardens who are content for an easier hunting life.

TYPES:

Boggart (Bogle, Boggle): The size of a mere guinea pig, boggarts can cause a lot of chaos despite their stature. Rarely seen but always present, they can cause milk to sour, things to vanish, and animals to startle; they take pleasure in this but don’t mean to cause harm. It’s rare that those cohabitating with a boggart actually see what it looks like. Those who do get a glimpse will see a small, rabbit-like creature that makes tell-tale scratching noises as it traverses the house with incredible speed. They can hide in even paper-thin crevices that defy physics. Boggarts have been known to be a little more cooperative with people they’re fond of, but that’s not saying much. They’re difficult to capture due to their speed and ability to hide, and will manage to find their way back if relocated; killing them is usually the only way to permanently rid yourself of one. They have a fondness of peanut butter, both smooth and crunchy. 

Brownie (Hob, Domovo): Easily confused with the dessert in casual conversation by laypeople, brownies are unpleasant little house guests. Going by different names in different cultures, this species has a worldwide distribution. They stand about 2 feet tall and have a somewhat feline appearance, with long, floppy ears and sharp teeth. During the winter they have a layer of fur. These tricksters enjoy the typical mischief, but also have proclivity toward stealing and collecting things. Owners may stumble upon a cache of socks or jewelry in the home. When approached, they behave like a wild animal and will attack with claws and teeth before turning invisible to escape. They release a pungent odor when frightened that smells like rotting cheese. Some brownies will accept food offerings in exchange for chores, but others may take offense and become more troublesome. Brownies are fiercely territorial, so introducing the scent of another brownie will draw them out.

Bullywug: These amphibious fae are known to lurk around the pipes of kitchen sinks. While frog-like in appearance with brown, green, or dull yellow skin, they are seen walking on two legs more than they are hopping on all four. Bullywugs particularly love the bits of food left behind on dishes and are especially attracted to homes where dishes sit in the sink for long stretches of time. While mostly harmless, bullywugs love to cause chaos in the kitchen. From adding extra sugar to recipes for their own benefit to hiding kitchen utensils, bullywugs will do just about anything to confuse humans in the kitchen. Usually, it’s all in good fun, but bullywugs can get aggravated if the humans in “their” home start cleaning up food too quickly. For little frog-like creatures, they have surprisingly sharp teeth and have a tendency to bite people’s hands while they’re doing dishes. Keeping a cleaner kitchen will eventually cause bullywugs to move. There are some less savory methods for removal involving food and garbage disposals as well, but it is rumored killing them is bad luck.

Fenodyree: These hair-covered, kitten-sized little fae are proven annoyances. They take up residence in peoples’ houses, specifically underneath the stairs. They’re known to grab the ankles of people going up and down if displeased, and might chomp off a toe or two with their sharp teeth if successful. Another hallmark of a fenodyree is using their power to freeze people in place so they’re stuck where they stand. If a fenodyree is so inclined, and has some food left out for them every night, they may decide to help with household chores and will assist in guarding the homestead from intruders. However, they’re much more likely to cause trouble. Because fenodyree are known to feed on human flesh, they are less sensitive to heme iron than most other fae species, but are still vulnerable to iron blades. Additionally, they’re terrified of wearing any clothes. If someone can force a piece of clothing onto a fenodyree, they’ll leave their dwelling forever.

Lubber Fiend (Abbey Lubber, Lubberkin, Lob): Standing at about 3 feet tall, lubber fiends are the largest of the common household fae, though they’re typically seen on all fours. They have a lanky, goblin-like appearance and exclusively reside in homes that have wine cellars, where they gorge themselves on the finest wine. They also scrounge through peoples’ kitchens when they’re not paying attention, and when not living in a home, can occasionally be seen digging through garbage cans and dumpsters. While lubber fiends aren’t violent by nature, their presence is dangerous. Those sharing a home with them will slowly be driven closer toward temptations like drunkenness, gluttony, and lasciviousness; this can result in regretful actions and risky behavior that may be deadly. Once the lubber fiend is evicted, these behaviors come to an end. If the lubber fiend can’t be killed, it can be lured out with its favorite meal (though figuring out what this is may take some time).

Prigirstytis: Sometimes referred to as a “household deity” by overtly religious households, prigirstysis are known for preying on guilty members of a household. Though they are rarely seen, they are often heard by inhabitants of the homes in which they live. Prigirstysis will often choose one member of a household to follow around, whispering through the walls to torment them. Often, this leads the victim to descend into madness, and can even lead to violence towards other household members who don’t hear the whispers. It is believed by those “in the know” that Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Telltale Heart” may pull from an experience with a prigirstysis. While typically malicious, prigirstysis may occasionally latch on to a household member and offer them helpful whispers instead of torment if they decide they ‘like’ the inhabitant. This sort of behavior is usually extended primarily towards children, who prigirstysis tend to find quaint and entertaining. 

Zlydzen: These fae cause destructive mischief, waiting for the occupants of the house to leave to make a mess of the house. They live in various nooks and crannies but have a preference for warm places, often near heaters or insulation. In the winter, they go into hibernation, burrowing in peoples’ coat closets and emerging in March. These fleshy, humpbacked fae are not pretty to look at. They’re self-conscious about their appearance so many wear big boots and hats with earflaps. While most household fae are solitary, the zlydzen is only found in groups of 2-10 individuals, which is why it’s more threatening than most. Being alone puts them in a weakened state. A group of zyldzen is known to make it look as though a tornado blew through the interior of a home, such is their propensity for chaos. Zyldzen are incredibly cowardly and will attempt to hide or flee if discovered and confronted. They have sharp teeth and will attack when backed into a corner, but for the most part, they look more frightening than they are, relying on their appearance and numbers to scare humans enough to leave them alone.