#fae child

[6zalgo9]

Yuri enjoys playing with his food

[mindful-hempress]

"Let's suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream that you wanted to dream. And that you could, for example, have the power within one night to dream 75 years of time. Or any length of time you wanted to have. And you would, naturally as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure you could conceive. And after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each, you would say "Well, that was pretty great." But now let's have a surprise. Let's have a dream which isn't under control. Where something is gonna happen to me that I don't know what it's going to be. And you would dig that and come out of that and say "Wow, that was a close shave, wasn't it?" And then you would get more and more adventurous, and you would make further and further out gambles as to what you would dream. And finally, you would dream ... where you are now. You would dream the dream of living the life that you are actually living today."

Alan Watts

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[yeetus-feetus]

tim is still 17 because he is fae.

thats my new theory. i mean just look at his unsettling inhumanly blue eyes. thats a creature right there my guy. he hasn't aged physically but trust me he is at least 100 years old, that's a fae child right there.

he's been interested in Batman since he first appeared on the scene, he has newspaper clippings from when the Joker made his big entrance, he was there for all of Batman's early mistakes, he was there at the circus when Dick's parents fell.

there is almost a century knowledge behind those odd, reflective eyes. he knows things a 17 year old shouldn't, he has reflexes not even Batman himself has.

he moves wrong. something about him is just off. his team mates have it within good reason to think of him as some sort of Gotham cryptid.

Dick is convinced it's just autism because all the other bats are lmao. (it's a good cover for Tim so he goes along with it.)

[ryllen]

reason

[stubz]

another humans are space orcs/humans are space oddities who run a care centre for alien younglings

"Excuse me, caretaker Kim?"

"Yes Tarlak?"

"Can Mira spend a night cycle at my home?"

"Uhhh, your gonna have to ask her parents for that. Do you want me to ask them for you?"

"Are you not one of her parents?"

"No..? What gave you that idea?"

"Because she has called you 'mama' 3 times before. As have Fredric, Yasmine, and several other human children...except for Danny...he called you 'papa'."

"Oooh, right, right, uh I'm actually not anyone's parent."

"...then why do they call you that? It does not make sense."

"Well, as you know, humans can form connections with just about anyone and sometimes those connections resemble the ones we have with our family members. So when kids call me mom or sometimes dad even, it's because I remind them of that parent."

"Remind? But you look nothing like Mira's mom."

"Yeah, but I remind her of how she feels with her mom. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, that is understood. Thank you for explaining this to me *whistle chirp*"

"Yeah no problem. Wish I could whistle like that."

A few days later...

"Kim!"

"Oh, hey Max!"

"How did you and every other parent...become a thing?"

"I'm sorry what now???"

"Look, I know you guys have been pretty quiet about it but, come on. Having the kids call you mom or the equivalent of mom in public? Pretty obvious buddy."

"...is that what they've been calling me?"

"You didn't know? How did you not know?? See this is why you should have taken linguistics with me...wait does this mean your not dating every other parent?"

"Max, the fact that you think I have that much game is the most flattering thing anyone has ever thought of me."

[zeewipark]

Secret passage 🧚🏻‍♀️ © Jee Won Park (ig: zeewipark)

[bl0rbohandbag]

Malleus on his way to tell his grandmother the next queen of Briar Valley is going to be a magicless human from another world that just showed up at NRC one day and if he doesn't marry them there will be NO EGG and the Draconia bloodline ends with him

[ghost-bxrd]

I think Dick's friends (the titans) would be totally ok with him being "not too human, a little too ethereal", the justice league would be terrified tho

True!! I mean, Raven is literally a half demon (i think), Garth is a shape shifter, and so on. Dick would fit right in, and nobody would press him for explanations which is even better.

But yeah, the JL? Not a fan. Oh, they like Robin alright! But….

Batman, are you sure your child is… quite alright? I don’t think kids are meant to have that many teeth.

What do you mean Robin “is just like that”!? I saw him bite a man in the throat! What do you mean you’re proud!? You’re proud because the wound wasn’t lethal!?!?!?!!?

Batman, please come collect your child. He’s back inside the radioactive chamber again. Yes, the one that’s scheduled for decontamination. No, we don’t know how he got in there—- what do you mean leave him!? That radiation could kill ten men in three minutes flat! He’s been in there for an hour!! NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!!!!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S HAVING A TEMPER TANTRUM!?!?!?

Robin, please come dow— how did you even get up there????

Hey, I’m not the best with kids or anything, but are they supposed to have feathers? What— no! No, i swear, they were right there!!!

Batman, I think Robin ate my goldfish. … What do you mean “it kept complaining about his hairstyle”!?

[merakiui]

would you care to elaborate, lilia? :)

[blood-orange-juice]

I've been thinking after a conversation with @guraiuna how everyone describes Childe as unpredictable.

And... yes, technically he is unpredictable. In the sense that human mind cannot conceive the shit this guy comes up with.

But also in every single interaction he *explains* what to expect of him. He states his goals, in which capacity he is currently here (personal/professional) and what he is going to do about that.

Even when you are a complete stranger and an enemy he is currently trying to trick, he still does it, just in the form of a hint.

He does it in the Golden House before the duel and before summoning Osial, he does it in Labyrinth Warriors, he does it with the treasure hoarders in Liyue and those thugs who threatened the blacksmith in Fontaine. He does it with Neuvilette (who then proceeds to assume the boy is just making fun of the court).

I wonder if it's because he views everything as a game or a duel and it makes sense to let the opponent know the rules. It's not fun to cheat (he's also confident in his ability to win).

He is extremely straightforward if you listen to him. I rarely see people who announce boundaries and intentions this clearly.

Does anyone ever take that seriously? N o p e. And somehow he's the crazy and unpredictable one. I can't with you all.

(to be honest, I do that too. I've spent so much time thinking the first encounter in Fontaine was a trick of some sort)

The 52hz whale theme is strong.

[ghouljams]

Many thoughts about Fae!Keegan. I picture him as the type to not just let his baby momma just be on her own with his baby. Maybe he just keeps on eye on them before he officially makes his appearance.

Formula is almost out? There’s another can in the pantry you swear you didn’t have

Need a full nights rest? Baby sleeps through the night, even though they’re only 2 months

Money is tight? There’s a random 50 dollar bill in the parking lot of the grocery store

I just picture him always being involved even if momma couldn’t see him.

And also the potential horror of momma looking at the baby cam and the creature that gave her the child is back and playing with it. Only when she gets to the nursery, it’s gone and the baby is fast asleep. Chalks it up to being tired.

Oh my god yeah, Keegan kept an eye on his Darling the whole time he was away. There's no reason for you and the baby to struggle while he's getting his affairs sorted. Maybe your vegetables last longer in the fridge, your strawberries never seem to mold, you're too tired to remember where you parked your car but somehow you find it without looking. Invisible strings pull you into shops that have exactly what you were just thinking of, pull you around a corner to bump into a friend, pull you towards lucky finds and crazy coincidences.

Keegan visits the nursery at night when he can, strokes his fingers against the downy hair on his baby's head. It's the most beautiful creature he's ever seen, save for you. And he pours a little bit of magic into the little bugger to make sure they don't look too monstrous, to make sure their own magic is regulated and even. He puts them to sleep and rocks them in his arms. Once or twice someone taps your head and you wake up in a dream to find him waiting next to your bed with your baby. Half asleep you sit up and reach for your baby, hold them in your arms to feed and kiss their forehead before handing them back to Keegan. He kisses your forehead in return and you fall back against the pillows.

You just consider yourself lucky. You follow your gut more, follow the tugs that make you grab an extra package of diapers, or a spare pair of booties. Keegan plucking at your strings to help you in any way he can, making sure you and the child are safe and secure until he can steal both of you away.

[morverenmaybewrites]

A Crown of Bone Preview

Pairing: Changeling! Reader x Fae Lord! Zhongli

Imagine being a changeling child and living your life in quiet yearning. 

It is a life of hollow hunger and a longing for something you cannot quite name. 

You had been found in the dead of winter, or so your mother tells you, a half-fey child abandoned in a snowbank. She has told you this story many times before. Sometimes in fond reminiscence, more often in hushed whispers, her eyes fearful and haunted as she recalled your unnatural stillness, the way the snowflakes that landed on your skin did not melt, 

You don’t answer whenever she tells these stories; she is already frightened enough. You do not tell her that while you had been found during winter, your first memories were of spring. 

Except it is not the spring of Snezhnaya, where you had been raised. It is not the cold sun, finally rising after months of not showing its face. Nor is it the first tentative buds of snowdrops, pushing their way up from the melting snow.

The spring you remember is brilliant, bursting with vivid color. You remember walking underneath trees whose leaves were the color of fire, you remember the taste of wine against your tongue. 

And sometimes, in those odd moments between dreaming and waking, you would remember seeing the gold of someone’s eyes and the curve of black, gleaming bone. 

You do not mention this to your mother, who is already half-afraid of you. Nor to your father, who gazes at you with a resigned sort of acceptance. 

Instead, you keep it to yourself, tucked away against the curve of your ribs, right next to your slow-beating heart. A secret that is half-yearning and half-memory: someone had left you there in that snowbank, and there are days that you think that they did not do so willingly. 

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

[zorosdimples]

fae ajax tartaglia childe

your longtime lover broke your heart right before valentine’s day, and you’re devastated when the once-joyous holiday rolls around; you have nothing left but bittersweet memories and pointless daydreams. wandering the streets of your town aimlessly, ignoring the sweethearts you spot at every corner, you happen upon a beautiful man.

his auburn hair gleams like the sun, his eyes the color of the cloudless sky. his teeth are a bit sharp, ears unusually pointy, but he’s kind: he offers you a single fresh bloom, your favorite flower. there’s no catch, he insists; it’s free of charge. you thank him with a sad smile, though it’s the first time you’ve smiled in weeks. the man asks for your name—a harmless question that you indulge with an honest answer.

you leave the stranger with a lighter step and place the stem in a cup of water when you return home. after several days, none of the petals have wilted, and the leaves are as verdant as ever. days turn into weeks, and the beautiful flower haunts you. why won’t it decay? it defies the laws of nature. in a fit of suspicion, you throw the flower out, and banish it from your mind.

the next day you awake to the man who gifted you the flower lounging in your room. but the man—you realize entirely too late—is no man at all, but a fae. the name he gives you is fake, you assume, but it’s a name that you will come to know intimately: childe.

childe intends to collect your debt forthright.

[ryllen]

maybe i do want us to kiss a little more