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Dick Grayson - Faerie the Hatchet Pt1 Pt2

6.8k words Summary: Fae!Bruce is lonely, but then a newly orphaned boy stumbles into his clearing asking for a deal. It’s Free Son.

Barbara Gordon - Eat, Drink, and Be Faerie

4k words Summary: Fae!Bruce panics upon realizing his first child won't eat anything he gives him, finds another child picking around his faerie ring, and decides "Yeah, I can capitalize on this".

Jason Todd - Run Faerie Far Away Pt1 Pt2

11.6k words Summary: Jason does not want to go home. Because he does not want to go home, all of the local faerie decide that they are adopting him.

Cassandra Cain - A Fae-ke

2.4k words Summary: A changeling finds a new home.

Tim Drake and Bernard Dowd - Save Fae-ce Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

14.5k words Summary: Two-for-one deal!

Stephanie Brown - Fae-ing both sides

4.5k words Summary: Steph finds out that the inhuman sometimes display the most humanity out of anyone.

Talia al Ghul - Extended Fae-mily

3.4k words Summary: Talia needs an heir.

[heart-shaped-pupa]

Pact TV show like 6 episodes per season and each episode like 50 minutes long.

First episode Last Will starts with a cold open scene of Molly running through the woods before screaming, and then "4 months earlier..." on the screen and Blake getting off his bike while a voice over says "Damn me, damn them, damn it all" - midway point in the episode is Rose telling him to run. They make it to Hillsglade house, and the episode ends with them finding the Library and seeing Rose Sr.'s names on the demon books. Second episode Under Oath cold open with young Rose Sr. at the catholic school trying to get her book back, Intro sequence happens, and Blake n Rose are in the library reading. Laird arrives and the half way point twist is them getting time jumped! Second half of the episode is them getting away from the faeries, arguing abt being witch hunters, and taking the oath of Awakening. Third episode Persona Non Grata cold open is the famulus interview w the Nightmare. After the intro sequence Blake fails to get a pizza, decides to go shopping during the window of safe passage, fails, tries his big play at the meeting, fails, but! Succeeds at winning June as an ally at the end. Fourth episode Opposing Counsel cold open with Sandra Duchamp and the High Drunk. Episode is Ms. Lewis's time to shine, but also folds in lots of the info from interlude 2.x - Ms. Lewis quizzes them about implements when fixing the hatchet binding, quizzes them about familiars while dealing with the faerie, and quizzes them abt demesnes while showing off Johannes'. Rose knows the answers, Blake mostly doesn't. Episode ends with Maggie Holt at the house Cliffhanger.

Fifth episode Fire and Brimstone Pretty much just a whole episode of a Maggie interlude. First half is the destruction of her city. Second half is her with Blake in Hillsglade, Laird comes in, sparks the conflict between them, Maggie is upset and runs off into the woods (to secret location) Episode ends with the reveal that Laird had her do it!

Sixth episode the season 1 finale! Breach - Cold open with a scene of the Briar Girl first meeting her Familiar, intro happens, Blake and Rose bottle Leonard, argue about the ineffectiveness of ghosts decide they need decisive action. Blake talks with Briar girl, learns how to use glamour, and halfway point in the episode is Blake going into disguise and walking up toward the Behaim-Duchamp Backyard Barbeque. He stops the ritual, escapes, but has to struggle home in the cold recovering from excessive glamour use. Andy watches him find out about the time field, drives off, and Blake collapses in the snow while Rose calls out for the lawyers! Dramatic cliffhanger Blake whispers "help..." and passes out.

[gavamont]

*A hatchet is thrown at you*

Happy BLOODBATH WIZARD ULTRA DEADLY BATTLE ROYALE, wizard. A hatchet has been thrown at you. Continue the bloodshed by throwing a hatchet at TEN FELLOW WIZARDS.

-hay, the head of @the-worse-wizard-council

Truly axes flying from all angles, but I shall return the favor!

*throws hatchets at @tiny-wizard @faery-wizard @tinymagicalcat @saltedwizard @bardymcbardface @bogglethebogwizard @uraniandelphi-wizard @uraniumwizard @greywizard-reporter-jim @stjohnstarling *

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Then came old January, wrapped well In many weeds to keep the cold away; Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell, And blowe his nayles to warme them if he may: For they were numbd with holding all the day An hatchet keene, with which he felled wood, And from the trees did lop the needlesse spray: Upon an huge great earth-pot steane he stood, From whose wide mouth there flowed forth the Romane floud.

~ Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queen

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[original-character-championship]

Bracket E Round 1

Poll 24

Hatchet Henderson  (@lemmegettamcpictwo) vs. Iridia Thickett (@starryneitz)

303. Hatchet Henderson  (@lemmegettamcpictwo)

He/They

This 1920's inventor was sucked into a life of crime, and became the world's most renowned conman for singlehandedly destroying a corporation by infiltrating it, stealing the CEO's Daughter, and releasing criminal details to the press leading for the CEO to be arrested and the corporation to fall. He uses his Tumblr Sexyman Charm™ to seduce nearly EVERYBODY in a 5 foot radius and steals their wallets. Yes, simping is allowed and ENCOURAGED.

A fashionable brown-haired short king with a scar across his face and left eye, which is a blue eye made of glass. He adorns himself with a cat-like grin and is prepared to smooth-talk you into giving all of his money.

304. Iridia Thickett (@starryneitz)

they/them        

She is a lunar moth faerie the size of a Barbie doll, who is also an assassin that loves slitting people's throats for anything, maybe even for fun. Horrible personality, very rude...but has a soft spot for their friends. They are also a professional bullfrog rider, and the bullfrog's name is Hop-a-Long Cassidy.

"If you call me 'little' one more FUCKING time I won't even use my dagger I'll just rip your jugular out with my FUCKING TEETH got it you dumb fuck?!"

Lunar moth wings larger than body, four arms (two with gauze wrapped around knuckles up to forearm, other two with leather fingerless gloves), dark red poncho that has an opening in the back for the wings and in the front, tits out. Poofy brown pants that are tucked into knee high brown leather lace-up boots. Hair is tied back in a pony tail, has a side cut as well. They also have markings on their face that mimics their wings that looks like warpaint.

[mistpodfics]

Halloween-y & Spooky Podfic Playlist

Find it hosted on tumblr or on neocities (neocities link given because tumblr app doesn't play nice with tumblr pages)

Launching: Playlists? aka: I thought it would be fun to code this after seeing a music player on a theme page.

Podfics in this have the intended theme of "Halloween" which means that I tried to find either Halloween Fluff or Creepy/Spooky podfics I've made. Here's a list:

The Sword In The Pumpkin - Just__Sparks

How To Charm Your Witch Hunters - newtypeshadow

Guesswork - kscribbles

the midnight hour is close at hand - metonymy

guilty - lua

Five Abandoned Ships the Raza Didn't Salvage (and one they did) - Sholio

its - GettingGreyer

magic perfume - chivalrousamour

Dia de muertos - Deespiegel

Domestic Trappings - zombified_queer

Coven - Speechless_since_1998

The Summoning - little_dumpling

Faerie the hatchet - oliviaandersonisntmyrealnamelol

The Power in a Name - Chancy_Lurking

ghost tale - chivalrousamour

spooky cupcakes - dreamerfound

In a night - PageofTowers

Trip or Treat - Nary

Hey Pumpkin - Sholio

This is Halloween - Lerya

The Keepers of the Lighthouse - Ceewelsh

Credits: background image | halloween icons | pumpkin/ghost/bats

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Faerie the hatchet

by oliviaandersonisntmyrealnamelol

Rule number 6: Do not, under any circumstances, make a deal with them. They will ALWAYS get the upper hand.

It was the longest, and therefore likely the most important. The one that you were supposed to listen to. The one that, if nothing else, you should make sure to follow.

This had been defaced.

Or: Fae!Bruce is lonely, but then a newly orphaned boy stumbles into his clearing asking for a deal. It’s Free Son.

Words: 2125, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson

Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: lmao this is such an old wip, also banned from writing rn so, Fae & Fairies, Alternate Universe - Fae, do not make a deal with the fae babes, also this is a fucked up lil au, like not that bad but a lil fucked, like bruce essentially kidnaps dick

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45013108

[acourtcfmuses]

@sixbillicnsouls asked: ❝ I don’t bury hatchets. I sharpen them. ❞ - for fleur from lee

"Uh..." The faery made a face to herself at his words. "I get that what he did was a terrible thing, but everything is fine now. Honest." She assured the blonde, hoping that no hatchets would be sharpened anytime soon.

[unbound-dreams]

With narrowed eyes, the Faerie Queen leaned back and threw her legs over one another, sighing as she propped up her head with a disinterested hand.

“And now they’re talking about mortal fast foods, how utterly banal...” She thought to herself, waving her free hand to see what might be going on in various other worlds, only getting things such as a bug defying God, Sachi throwing a hatchet perfectly, and the town of Elsternwick having no moon.

With a deep sigh, Titania clenched her fist and the magical viewing pond returned to the Boiling Isles.

“Mortal food it is.” She said with a defeated expression through inverted eyes.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Faerie The Hatchet, Pt2

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

Pt 1

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t feel…”

And then something seemed to click in its mind.

“You’re human,” he gasped.

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

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

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

Dick gave him a blank stare.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked up at B with wide eyes.

“You’re rich?”

B chuckled.

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

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

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

Dick nodded numbly.

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

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

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

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

“He is… my butler-dad,” B explained.

Dick stared at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perhaps we already have one.”

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

And then it clicked.

Oh.

“You know that I was kidnapped, right?”

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

Dick narrowed his eyes more.

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

“Stay here. I’ll be back soon.”

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

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

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

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

And then he nodded. “Absolutely I would.”

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

~

Dick stared at the food in front of him.

And then turned his nose up at it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He disappeared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

A liked to garden.

Dick liked to be in the garden.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He considered this for a moment.

“You’re a wise man, A.”

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

“Alfred,” the fae said after a moment.

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

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

The man didn’t seem to notice.

“That’s my name. Alfred.”

As if it was that that had thrown Dick off.

Still, mustered up a smile.

“Nice to meet you, then, Alfred.”

~

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

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

To make sure he didn’t fall.

Dick was strangely pleased to learn of this development.

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

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

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

B groaned as the stuff clattered on the floor.

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

~

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

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

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

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

Dick looked at the table full of food.

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

He’d rather it be on his own terms.

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

He still hesitated.

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s enough for the night.”

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

A kiss was pressed to the crown of his head.

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

~

His eyes opened, and he instantly regretted it.

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

Okay, yeah, no, everything hurt.

He groaned and curled tighter in the impossibly soft blankets.

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

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

He needed food, he decided.

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

“Alfred?” B said.

“Already prepared, sir.”

Food was set beside him.

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

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

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

Dick leaned into B heavily instead.

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

Scratch that. Dick was no longer awake. Bye.

~

He was in a dark room.

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

“Awake again?” The pillow asked.

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

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

“Food?”

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

Wait, food?

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

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

~

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

Besides, he was more interested in checking a mirror.

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

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

“What do you want?”

“Mirror.”

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

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

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

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

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

But that was all.

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

B laughed and ruffled said hair.

“Do you want some food?”

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

~

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

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

“There’s light out that way.”

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

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

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

“Any chance I can move?”

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

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

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

“I…” Dick hesitated. “Maybe.”

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

Dick nodded once, a jerky thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

Bruce blinked once.

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

Dick frowned. “What do you mean?”

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

Dick mulled this over for a long moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, Brunhilda.”

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

“Then why are you being so normal?”

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

“I found another one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t know.

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

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Two Weeks Notice - Day Eight

~With the world practicing self-isolation, Y/N and Dean break all the rules of social distancing and common decency as they explore an empty bunker and use the time alone to their playful advantage…~

Dean x Reader

3,575 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Toy Play. Edging. Remote Control Vibe. Dom!Dean. Sir!Kink. Sex in an uncomfortable place (not the back of a volkswagen).

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Y/N stood at the side of the bed and checked the time on her phone again, deciding enough was enough.

Very slowly, she slid into bed beside Dean and curled up next to him, tucking her knees and hands against her chest. She was careful not to touch him, not wanting him to wake just yet. She stared for a while, like she loved to do, attempting for the thousandth time to count every freckle on his sleeping face. She never made it past thirty before he either woke to disrupt her or she got so distracted by his beauty that she lay into kissing him instead.

She interrupted herself this time, too excited not to rouse him. With the tip of her index finger, Y/N softly traced the line of his nose from bridge to tip and then again as she whispered his name.

“Dean…”

He wriggled his nose and huffed. “I’m asleep.”

She laughed under her breath and ran her finger over his nose again. “Time to get up.”

He groaned and jerked his head to the side, trying to swat her away. “You promised me a nap.”

“And nap you did. It’s nearly three. Get up.” She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. She meant to hop out of bed immediately after, but Dean’s reflexes were quick, and he grabbed her arm, yanking her down for a proper kiss.

His arm locked her to him, clamping down and around the small of her back like a gate closing. He moaned into her mouth, leisurely licking at her gasping lips, and Y/N felt the stir of desire ready to distract her fully.

“Nope!” She pushed him back and sat up, quickly shaking off the shiver of need.

Dean popped up as well. “Excuse me?” His forehead creased adorably as he questioned her departure.

Y/N crossed her arms. “I have plans for today.”

Dean groaned and fell back against his pillow. “You always have plans.”

Offended, Y/N pushed at his nearest shoulder and damn near rolled him out of bed. “We can stop anytime you want. Just sit here and stare at the walls for another week.”

Dean sighed. “Fine.”

“Don’t fucking sigh at fucking. What’s wrong with you, old man?”

He half turned, glaring over his shoulder at her.

“Stop being grumpy and go get the blue box from under my bed.”

“You get it.”

Y/N swiftly removed her shirt and tossed it in his face. “You get it.”

Dean rubbed a tired hand down his face and sat up, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. “Why do you need your photos now?”  

“Photos are in the green box,” she corrected. “I want the blue box. It’s towards the headboard next to the hatchet.”

He paused, hand on the doorknob. “Why do you have a hatchet under your bed?”

Y/N shrugged and settled into the pillows. “Grimes Protocol.”

Dean laughed and shook his head as he stepped into the hallway. “The Walking Dead isn’t real, Y/N!”

Grinning, she shimmied out of her panties. “You don’t know what this Corona-thing is gonna do! I’d rather be safe than dead!”

Her room wasn’t very far and even if it was, with the empty hallway, it was easy enough to talk through the space between. His voice was a little muffled by the distance, but Y/N could just picture his face.

“Holy crap!”

“Pick one!”

“What do you mean pick one?”

Y/N sat up and pushed her voice towards the open door. “I mean, pick one and get back here with it!”

“Can I pick two?”

She chewed her lip for a moment. She knew what was in the box and would not be opposed to him using more than one at a time. Not at all.

Before she could reply, Dean yelled, “Hey, what’s this pink squiggly thing?”

Her eyes lit up and her nipples hardened with excitement. “Bring it!”

The ‘pink squiggly thing’ was an internal, remote controlled vibrator, and one of Y/N’s favorite toys. Dean was a little annoyed that she had never shared the contents of her toy box with him, and thus decided to use the remote control app to his advantage, in a little game that he was making up as he was going along.

For the rest of the day, Y/N was to wear the toy, and only the toy, as she went about her usual routine. There were plenty of chores to be done around the Bunker, and Y/N was going to do them all while Dean did whatever he wanted. The catch was simple: whenever she got buzzed, she would fall to her knees and crawl to wherever Dean was and service him in any way he chose. It was only fair.

After all, she had disturbed his nap.

There was something intensely erotic about walking around the Bunker naked. Dean had been nice enough to let her wear socks, as the floors were always cold, but the rest of her was completely bare, on display for the ghosts that haunted the tiles.

Of course, there weren’t really any ghosts, but as she walked down the halls, she imagined the Men of Letters of old gasping and clutching their hearts as they saw her defiling their sacred underground lair. Oh, how they’d lose their minds.

With a proud smile, she shook her hips a little more as she carried the laundry basket to the machine. Even under quarantine, socks must be washed.

As she set the basket down in front of the washer, she felt a wave of vibration deep inside her cunt. Her body stiffened and her muscles squeezed against it, momentarily blocking any brain function as the pleasure took her by surprise. When she could think, she immediately dropped to her knees on the cold tile and turned, ready to crawl to her newly appointed master.

Dean wasn’t far, leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his lips and his phone in hand. He swiped his finger across the app and the vibration intensified, making Y/N shiver as she crossed the room to sit at his feet.

“Very good!” he praised, resisting the urge to reach down and pat her head like a dog. He knew she liked to be degraded, but that would probably have earned him a hard flick in the nuts.

Y/N licked her lips and sat back on her heels, clenching her thighs as the buzzer kept doing its job. She looked up and smiled, waiting. “How may I service you, Dean?”

He hummed and dropped the intensity. “Dean,” he echoed. “Sounds so... informal.”

She bit back a smirk. “I’m sorry.” Clearing her throat and squeezing her tits together, she tried again. How may I service you, Mr. Winchester?”

“Better,” he said with a shrug, tapping his screen to make the buzzing pulse at a steady pace. “But...let’s try… Sir. I think I’d like to hear that.”

Y/N closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure overtook her momentarily. She’d been wanting to call him that forever, that and more, but it was an awkward conversation. However, if they were already playing, and he was offering…

“Yes, Sir,” she cooed, looking up at him and batting her eyes. “How may I service you?”

A smile broke out across his face. “Oh, I like the sound of that.” He cocked his head and looked her over, deciding where to start. “Why don’t you rub those pretty tits for me? I want to see how hard your nipples can get.”

Y/N bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Both hands cupped her breasts and she bounced them for him, watching as his eyes widened with delight. A few twists and tugs on her nipples had them standing tall and each tweak made her shoulders twitch.

When her breath began to get heavy and her eyes refused to open, Dean turned off the app and her vibrator and shoved his phone in his back pocket. “That’s all for now. Get back to work.”

Y/N’s eyes were huge as he spun on his heel and walked away, shocked that he was actually leaving her like that. “Fuck,” she whispered to herself as she climbed to her feet. “It’s gonna be a long day.”

Dean was in the Library when Y/N walked in with her duster. She and Sam had a routine worked out where she knocked the dust onto the floor and he mopped it up. Seemed sort of silly for her to be reaching up so high when he was so tall already, but she figured the boys liked watching her climb and stretch and bend.

Dean was certainly appreciating it now. He pretended to read a book, something he had grabbed from the shelf without looking at the spine as he jumped into the armchair to beat her into the room, but his eyes were glued to Y/N’s bare ass as she fluttered around the room, cleaning.

As she dusted, she hummed to herself. It was a sweet familiar melody, something that Dean felt had a Disney ring to it. He smiled and gave up the ruse, closing the book in his lap and resting his chin in his hand, elbow on the arm of the chair.

Her nakedness stood out starkly against the stacks of books; she looked like a faerie floating about, whipping away dust with her feathery wings.

“So this is love...do do do do... so this is love…” Y/N made her way through the Library, flicking away every drop of dust and totally ignoring Dean. She could feel his eyes on her body, following wherever she went, but she kept her mind on her task. When she felt that she’d done enough, she looked around, hands on her naked hips, and nodded. “Very nice.”

Another swoosh of feathers against the nearest shelf and she took off, heading into the next room. As her foot hit the bottom stop, her vibrating bat signal went off.

Taken so by surprise, the feather duster fell from her hand like an angel falling from heaven. “Oh my…” She moaned at the violent pulsing against her g-spot and sank to her knees, slowly turning towards Dean.

His eyes were dark and mischievous as he controlled the toy, thumb sliding back and forth across the screen, mucking with the intensity and speed of the vibrations. With his free hand, he crooked a finger at her and puckered his lips, calling to her with two quick air kisses. “Here, kitty, kitty.”

Y/N crawled to him, hands and knees flat on the polished floor, bare ass high and open for any eyes that would have a week ago been passing by. She shivered at the thought and bit her lip, holding in a tiny moan of weakness as Dean drove the toy to its highest setting.

As she grew closer, he let her stimulation ebb, slowly subsiding to a light and steady wave. She sank down further, laying on her forearms, panting slightly as she looked up at him.

Dean set the book down on the end table next to him and leaned forward, clasping his hands, elbows on his knees. “Hey there,” he grinned, body tingling with the power he held over her. “How ya feelin’?”

Almost out of breath, Y/N looked up, stretching her neck awkwardly to meet his gaze. “I’m pretty fucking horny, actually.”

Dean laughed and licked his lips. He scooted to the edge of the chair so he was even closer to her and whispered, “Is your pussy nice and wet?”

His voice ran down her spine like fire, and she nodded. “Very wet, Sir.”

He tapped his upper lip with one finger and then sat back, getting comfortable. “So play with it,” he ordered casually, resting one hand on his right thigh, watching.

Y/N swallowed hard and sat up, spreading her knees wide as she rested on her heels. One hand fell behind her, palm flat on the cold floor as the other slid down her belly and tapped gently on her clit. She bit her lip as the pleasure rolled through her; the vibe inside, her hand on her clit, it was all breathtaking and delicious.

Dean watched on as she rubbed, fiddling now and then with the controls. He loved the tremble in the soft flesh of her thighs; the way she began to bounce as if on his cock as she got closer to cumming. He kept a closer eye on that edge, making sure she rode it as long as possible without tipping over. When her stomach tightened too much, he eased up on the vibrations. When her panting ceased, he turned it up. When her eyes began to roll and her jaw hung slack, letting out heated moans, he cut the power, turning the toy off completely.

“Wha-hey!” Y/N’s eyes popped open and she pouted, near to tears as she was denied once more.

“Hands off, Princess,” he told her, clearing his throat and picking up his book. Dean crossed one leg and turned to a random page, tearing his eyes from Y/N’s shivering body. “Get back to work.”  

She grumbled to herself as she struggled to her feet, using a nearby chair for help. “You suck.”

Dean lifted a brow, but not his head. “What’s that?”

“Nothing…”

Dinner came and went with Y/N still naked, sitting at the table on a dishcloth. Dean let her be for a while, keeping his phone and the app safely tucked in his pocket. She had even gotten used to being naked in the open. It felt sexy, freeing, if not a little chilly now and then.

Somehow, Dean managed to keep his hands off of her the entire day, not even accidentally brushing against her or playing footsie under the table. Nothing stopped him from looking, however, and he spent his quiet time memorizing the curves and movements that he never got to see in the dark. She was perfectly imperfect, just like him.

After dinner, Dean disappeared, leaving Y/N alone to do the dishes and clean up. She’d just about finished putting the utensils away when her page went off, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck.” She turned around, but Dean wasn’t in the room with her. “Dean?”

There was no answer, but the buzzing increased. Y/N dropped to her knees and crawled quickly from the kitchen, wondering where he’d gotten to and hoping the remote didn’t have too long of a range.

“Dean?” she called again to no response, growing more aroused and annoyed as the stunt went on. She’d have to crawl the entire Bunker looking for him if he didn’t answer. Her knees were starting to protest as she toddled up the steps into the War Room, but the pulsing in her cunt took some of the edge off.

“Where the hell are you?”

���Tisk. Tisk.” His voice boomed through the giant room, her toy speeding up as he scolded her. “Mind your manners, missy.”

Still on her hands and knees, Y/N looked around the War Room, unable to find him anywhere. He was a disembodied voice teasing her from another world.

“Dean, come on…”

“You need to crawl to me,” he said loudly, “that was the deal.”

She gasped as he pushed the toy to its limit. “Yeah but...where- fuck- are you?”

Y/N teetered on her knees as Dean laughed at her predicament. She crawled on, moving towards the table.

“Warmer.”

Biting her lip, she listened to his echoing directions, crawling closer to the table. When she reached it, the buzzing subsided enough to catch her breath, and she turned towards the Library archway.

“Colder!”

Y/N spun back and continued through the room. As she neared the stairs, the vibrations increased and Dean guided her home.

“Hot.”

Slowly, she sat back on her feet and looked up the long metal staircase.

Dean waved and grinned smugly from his seat at the chess set on the balcony. “Boiling.”

Y/N’s hands instinctively flew to her hips. “Are you kidding me?”

With a swipe of his finger, Dean upped the pleasure and Y/N fell back down into crawling position.

“Imma kill you.”

Dean laughed. “I don’t think that’s likely.”  

One step at a time, Y/N climbed, fingers curling into the ornate grates, knees pushing into the smooth metal. It was cold and hard but she managed, keeping her mind in the gutter, comforted and fueled by the intimate pleasure of her favorite toy, controlled by her favorite asshat.

Dean hid his surprise well when she reached him, figuring Y/N would have given up halfway up the winding staircase. “Welcome,” he teased, lowering the speed. “Nice of you to join me.”

She was panting already, out of breath from her climb. “Nice of you to pick such an easily accessible location.”

Her sass was vibrant and Dean bit his lip, grinning.

“How’s your sweet little cunt doing?” he asked, tip of his tongue pressing between his teeth.

Y/N shivered. “It’s...good.”

“Just good?” His thumb waved over the controls, brushing the toggle back and forth.

“V-very good.”

Dean let her linger in that moment of fluctuating pleasure and sat back, opening his jeans while he watched her twitch. He set the control to a setting called “fireworks” and lay his phone down, taking his cock in his hands instead. He stroked it slowly while the explosions went off inside her pussy.

“What does it feel like?” he asked, lips puckering as he jerked his cock.

Eyes closed and lips shaking, Y/N shook her head, unable to find an answer. “Like...like you’re drumming inside me. Like lightning… like… fuck- I don’t know.” Her eyes popped open and locked on his erection, mouth flooding at the sight.

Dean smirked. “Do you want it?”

She nodded.

“Tell me where.”

She chewed her lip hard, brows furrowing tight, chest heaving. “I…”

Dean fisted his cock, squeezing at the base. “Tell me where you want it.”

“In my pussy,” she begged, chin quivering, near to tears. “Please, Dean. I need you to fuck me so bad.”

“Yeah?”

“Please!”

“Get up here.”

Moaning with relief, Y/N jumped up into his lap, kissing him wildly as his hands locked around her back. She licked into his mouth, bit at his ear, sucked his lip between her teeth. She’d been too crazed all day, too desperate to hold back any longer. She felt his cock against her belly and bounced, rubbing her throbbing clit against his veiny underside.

Dean grunted. His blunt nails dug into her ass.

“Fuck me, Dean.”

Her whisper floated through him and he grabbed her tight, standing up and spinning, dropping her onto the empty chess set. She gasped but settled quickly, wiggling into place on the oversized antique gameboard. He dropped his jeans, letting them collect around the tops of his boots and then reached down to yank the still vibrating toy from her cunt.

Y/N cried out as the toy dislodged, a flood of hot built-up slick running down her ass as it went. “Fuck!”

“I’m getting to it!” Dean huffed back, tossing the toy over his shoulder. It hit the railing and disappeared down below, to be remembered only by a faint buzzing as it danced across the glowing table.

Y/N grabbed hold of the back of his neck and scooted down to the edge of the board, wrapping her legs tight around him. He sank inside without hesitation or restriction, covering himself in her wet flesh, hiding deep inside.

It was fast and hard, the way she came on his cock; her pussy clamping down on him as he thrust in and out. Hours of torture, being played with and edged had left her a sloppy mess, and Dean savored every second. He kissed her breathless, keeping his eyes open so he could watch hers roll. He nipped at her collarbone and rubbed at her clit.

She had been waiting all day, but so had he.

The pawns and bishops rolled inside the table, safe in their velvet cubbies. The pink toy died a slow death, battery draining somewhere around South America.

Above the empty Bunker, not far from the big steel door,  Dean made her cum again, rolling her first orgasm into another, his thumb winding around her clit until she screamed at the soreness, slapping him away.

He set his hands beside her head, fingers curling around the edges of the old wood, pulling it close as his hips pushed forward. The thick muscles of his arms strained against his shortsleeves and Y/N pressed her nails deep into his biceps, clawing at him, her teeth grit, eyes dark and exhausted.

“Come on, Dean,” she urged, voice deep and cracking. “Give it to me, please.”

His jaw clenched, sweat beading on his upper lip and brow.

“Cum inside me, Dean. Please.”

Another rough jerk of his hips sent him over. Dean trembled over her, phantom thrusts pushing him even deeper as he emptied into her.

When the best had passed, he looked down with a goofy smile. Green eyes glazed, freckled cheeks bright, lips swollen and red as he laughed, “Checkmate.”

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[ask-hws-germanys]

Inside the House!

There are a handful in this house, each going by their own names. Please try to be specific to whom you’re talking to!

1. Ludwig Becker (HWS Germany)

A structure and schedule loving man who knows how to get things done and keep things in line. He’s the epicenter of a lot of the chaos and tends to overwhelm himself without knowing it. He has a hard time processing his emotions, and is always longing for a vacation away from work. Recently has come under fire from the others due to the Midsommer Incident.

2. Lutz C. Krause (2p Germany)

A multi-faced man who doesn’t seem very complicated at first glance. A energetic, suave and romantic nation who seems to spend more time in his head than anywhere else. However he does have some odd habits and more unhealthy tendencies that have made people weary of him in the past. It’s really hard to gauge what he’s thinking about.

3. Midsommer (???)

A strange man who recently appeared due to Ludwig’s run-in with a strange creature from beyond their world. He had been tricked into the mindset of acting like Midsommer, and once they drove the creature off they were surprised to find Midsommer still here. He’s a casual magic user who likes to eat snacks and play his flute. He’s normally much more mischievous and flirtatious but after his run in with the group he seems to really be watching himself in case he gets into trouble again.

4. LT800 313-030-118-39  (DBH Germany)

A state of the art detective android who loves dogs, the rain and learning coin tricks. Fully accepting his own individuality is his current objective. He works in the homicide department with his world's Prussia. He can be very socially apt but has trouble in this new world as he is confronted with people who seemed to be pulled out of his world’s fairy tales. He’s very confused 50% of the time. 

5. Fynn Engel (Siren Germany) 

Fynn is a somadiva, a faerie who recently reincarnated into his current form. Adopted by a group of seven sisters and their father, he is the youngest of them all and is still working the ropes of his life after death. He's made a few friends and continues to fight both for the safety of those he cares about and nature itself. He loves to sing and fly, and spends a good deal of time playing a voice of reason to the group.

6. Creme (Fae Germany) 

The smallest of the group, Creme is a pastries fae who works in a bakery. He is a serious but gentle fae who knows how to reign in the group, but because of his size he often gets ignored. He's used to working on his own so it doesn't bother him, but it can make his temper quite short when he's trying to get a point across. He spends almost all his time in the kitchen making all sorts of things, his specialty is creme puffs.

7. Red Queen (Alice AU/Vale Germany)

The Queen of Red in Vale who was said to once be very similar to Ludwig. His world is backwards and upside down and so is he. He's bubbly and caring but seems to be in denial about a lot of his past and prefers to not discuss his world if he can help it. He is the only one who's world no one can visit. He's able to read auras and seems very socially maladjusted, trying to keep people contented without thinking about his own feelings.

8. Lichtblau (Fralys* Germany) 

A strange light fae from the dream world with a grudge against nightmare creatures who loves to sunbathe and collect shiny things. He cannot stand the presence of nightmare creatures and has only recently buried the hatchet with Aster, so Lei's presence is not fun for him. He has an elitism issue but when around his friends and family acts like a carefree and absent minded prince charming who loves romance novels and fairy tales.

9. Theobold Kramer (Sin of Wrath)

The most powerful of the seven sins and a demon of hell, Theo is a sweet and kind of dumb man at his core. He's easily angered, blunt and someone who's hard to win over, but once he does he can be fiercely loyal. He likes sweets and sleep. He has overwhelming strength and the ferocity and hunger of a wildfire but he can be easily compromised with cold environments and sleep magic. He possessed Ludwig many years ago.

10. Aster Ver (Traumweber)

A nightmare creature who was banished to the dream realm. An old friend of many in the house he's happy to visit from time to time, spending most of his time having tea, reading and socializing with those he hosts on the dreamscape. Now that Blau has backed off he's able to be around more as he's not being blocked from the other inhabitants. Lei and him seem to have a past.

BONUS:

Lei/Levi (Briomange)

A nightmare creature who appeared with Aster to help deal with the Midsommer Situation. Aster and him seem to have some sort of past. He's a sociable, morally questionable creature who seems to be looking to them all for entertainment and sustenance more than anything. No one really knows what he's thinking or what his goals are, but Blau doesn't seem to be able to drive him off either.

*Briomanges, Fralys, and Traumweber’s are all original creatures of mine.

[alectology-archive]

SJ/M’s plagiarism from fiction/media

I’m hoping to make a comprehensive list of all the sources SJ/M has outright ripped off from in the past. Feel free to comment down below or send an ask if you can think of anything.

SJ/M has very clearly ripped off of GRRM and JRR Tolkien’s works. Same goes for a lot of Anne Bishop’s works, too, and a lot of her favourite authors - so if anyone’s read books SJ/M has stated that she likes please let me know.

Note that this post will keep getting updated as I discover more evidences of plagiarism. Also note that there is every possibility that some resemblances are purely accidental and/or unintentional. So take it with a grain of salt.

(?) indicates a questionable addition to the post.

T/HRONE OF GLASS

- “The Queen Who Was Promised” comes from GRRM’s “The Prince who was Promised” prophecy in ASOIAF, who also goes by Azor Ahai, who wields Lightbringer, and is also known as the Son of Fire. 

- “Aelin” is probably derived from “Aelin-uial” in the Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien. Additionally, it may have been derived from Aerin Dragon-Killer/Aerin Firehair from Robin McKinley's The Hero and the Crown, as SJ/M stated it was one of her favourite novels.

- “Fireheart” is the name of Corlath’s horse in The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley, an author SJ/M admires.

- Empire of Storms, 2016, contains the infamous line ‘velvet-wrapped steel.’ And… so does Fifty Shades of Grey, in 2011: ‘Steel encased in velvet.’ 

- “Valg” comes from Terry Brooke’s The Sword of Shannara, another author SJ/M admires.

- “Hope. You cannot steal it, and you cannot break it." is awfully similar to the line from The Princess Bride about love "you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords". SJ/M has said that she loved the movie.

- The infamous “You could rattle the stars” is a ripoff of Treasure Planet’s “You’re gonna rattle the stars.”

- “To Whatever End” comes from The Two Towers where King Theoden says it just before the battle of Helm’s deep begins.

- “You bow to no one” is said by Aragorn at the end of the Return of the King after his coronation.

- Orynth has white walls and is surrounded by snow capped peaks. It has large white walls and bears an unusually striking resemblance to Minas Tirith in The Lord of the Rings.

- Aelin’s journey mirrors that of Aragorn. The lost heir to a powerful throne, spends years in the wilderness denying their claim, joins forces with the elf/faes to reclaim it and has an immortal elf/fae as consort.

- Nehemia names Aelin ‘Elentiya’, saying, “I give you this name to use with honour, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken’.” It sounds similar in tone and cadence to the way Galadriel describes the light of Earendil to Frodo. The name Elentiya even sounds Elvish, and sits discordant with the other naming conventions in Eyllwe.

- Manon gathers the witches to go to war by starting a series of beacons, lit all across Erilea, from snow-capped mountains to the woodlands - directly from the Return of the King when Pippin helps Gondor call for aid. 

- The wall defences of Orynth are completely sound, except there’s one more way in, through a grate in the water canal - another striking resemblance to a place in Lord of the Rings known as Helm’s Deep. There is even a scene where someone asks if there’s a secret passage the women and children can escape through.

- In EoS and ToD, Chaol is referred to as “Hand of the King”. In GoT the “Hand of the King” is a title given to the King’s advisor.

- The speech that Haldir gave when he arrived in Helm’s Deep, uniting the elven and human forces, is paraphrased at least three times in this book. Most notably when Manon brings the Crochan witches to fight alongside the humans. She actually says “Long ago, Crochans and humans fought side by side…”

- Kingsflame blossoms bloom only when a kingdom is at peace and the rightful monarch is on the throne. Also a very similar plot point to the White Tree of Gondor in The Lord of the Rings.

- The dam breaking in Anielle and flooding is based on the Isengard dam breaking in The Two Towers. 

- Chaol crosses the Narrow Sea to get to the southern continent. In GoT the Narrow Sea is the body of water between Westeros and Essos.

- The “Wyrdkeys” are the Silmarils. There are 3 Wyrdkeys and 3 Silmarils. They’re ancient and powerful stones forged by a being of great power (Feanor, who made the Silmarils, was the most powerful elf of all time). Everyone is fighting over them. And just like one Wyrdkey eventually ends up in the Terrasen Amulet, one of the Silmarils ends up in a necklace called the Nauglamir. They’re also all destroyed/lost at the end.

- Kingdom of Ash, page 543: “It was not arrows alone that had been fired, and now peppered the snow.But heads. Human heads, many still in their helmets.” In Return of the King, the orcs catapult severed heads (still in their helmets) over the walls of Minas Tirith.

- “What say you, Queen of Witches?”…….“I shall answer Terrasen’s call.” is a blatant rip-off of the scene where Aragorn approaches Theoden after the beacons are lit in the Return of the King.

- Rowan is referred to as, “My friend through many dangers.” which is exactly what Gandalf says about Shadowfax, his horse, in Lord of the Rings.

- The Land before Time, 1988: ‘Some things you see with your eyes. Other things you see with your heart.’

Crown of Midnight, SJM, 2011: ‘Some things you hear with your eyes. Other things you hear with your heart.’

- ‘Spirit that could not be broken’ is seen in Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002) and Throne of Glass (2011).

- It’s possible that SJ/M may have plagiarised Maria V Snyder’s Poison Study(?) (published 2005). Both books begin with the heroine being released from prison and being offered the choice to be freed by working for the very rulers who’d imprisoned them. Also, Valek - Yelena’s love interest - is the greatest and most feared assassin in the country and also acts as a mentor to Yelena much like Rowan does in Heir of Fire. However, I think this is a questionable addition despite similarities because SJ/M began writing Queen of Glass in 2003 and all the aforementioned aspects that are similar were already present in the version she published online.

- S/JM has saved a pin of Connor Kenway from the Assassin's Creed series (AC3) as Rowan and Lorcan on Pinterest. Towards the end of the series they started using hatchets as weapons, which is Connor's choice of weapon, outside of swords, and is used heavily in art which features him. Aelin's assassin suit from the earlier books also had a blade built into it, which was very similar to the hidden blade the assassins in Assassin's Creed use.

Further reading: Why not everyone liked Connor’s characteristic traits being ripped off: https://dragonidk.tumblr.com/post/614614548495859712/i-went-through-sjms-tog-pinterest-board-the-other

Further reading: An article comparing EoS’s ending to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: https://thebookfinch.wordpress.com/2016/09/08/review-empire-of-storms-by-sarah-j-maas-in-which-we-discuss-plagiarism/

A/COTAR

- “Prythian”, the A/COTAR world, is taken directly from Anne Bishop’s Daughter of the Blood.

- The Archeron sisters could be based off the painting “The Acheson Sisters” by John Singer Sargent which features three women.

- The Illyrians could have been based off of the Eyriens from Anne’s Bishop’s Black Jewels series. Both are warrior races with bat wings that use a war blade to fight with. They also both completely refuse their women any right to fight and consider losing their wings to be the absolute worst thing that could happen to them. 

- Feyre tells Tamlin, “The sun was shining when I left you.” which is basically Paris saying, “The sun was shining when your wife left you.” in the movie Troy (2004)

- Rhys proclaims, “Light can be found even in the darkest of hells,” Which is really close to Dumbledore saying (in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban), “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

- Daenerys: “We’re going to leave the world better than we found it.” 

ACOWAR: “Leave this world… a better place than how you found it.”

- “Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.” is a variation of “Pity the living and above all, those who live without love,” said by Dumbledore in the Deathly Hallows.

- A Dance of Dragons, George R.R. Martin, 2011: ‘He is fire made flesh, she thought, and so am I.’

ACOMAF, 2016: ‘Fire - he reminded her of fire made flesh.’

- SJ/M may have also plagiarised The Chronicles of Prydain for ACOTAR wherein Prythian is altered to Prydain and The Cauldron is derived from The Black Cauldron. This may be especially true considering the fact that SJ/M has expressed her love for the books and stated it on Twitter. She also went on to mention that she got the name for Prythian from those books. Similarities to the cauldron can also be seen in the fact that SJ/M’s Cauldron can transform humans into fae while Alexander's Black Cauldron is able to resurrect the dead.

!!!! Further Reading: Noticeable similarities between ACOTAR and The Chronicles of Prydain series: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Chronicles_of_Prydain

- Possible plagiarism(?) of Titanic: Rose is Feyre, Cal is Tamlin, Jack is Rhys. The story is similar - the girl is involved with a guy who seems nice enough, but turns out to be abusive etc. There are similar incidents of the table being chucked across the room/and the study being destroyed. Then you also have the girl being told the other guy isn't nice and she should stay away from him, but then it ends up being the other way round. The guy bosses her about, making her decisions for her and ends up dying for her later on.

- Rhapsody by Laura Thalassa and A/COTAR have awfully similar tropes. Both involve faeries, in both the main female lead leaves her barbaric boyfriend to go with the dark, elegant Fae boyfriend who came to collect a debt.

Further reading: A conversation in comparing The Vampire Diaries(?) to ACOTAR:  https://crescentcitysux.tumblr.com/post/618622356795064320/iolanthepeverells-pokeyfaes

Further reading: Similarities between Shatter Me and the ACOTAR trilogy: https://discountalien-pancake.tumblr.com/post/174823303683/dont-take-this-as-an-attack-im-just

C/RESCENT CITY

- Similarities between the plot of Darkfever by Karen Marie Morning (an author S/JM likes) and Crescent City’s plot: https://polysorscha.tumblr.com/post/183661492639/funny-thing-i-came-across-the-crescent-city

- The Princes of Hel might be from the Seven Princes of Hell demonology (some ancient writings trying to classify demons in christianity). [MINOR INFRACTION]

Sources:

- @sjm-exposed 

- @soartfullydone 

- @falstaffing for “My friend through many dangers.”

- https://readatmidnight.com/2018/10/27/book-rant-kingdom-of-ash/

- strangestoryteller.com

- https://camryndaytona.com/2019/08/sarah-j-maas-and-jrr-tolkien

- @rougeam for “fire made flesh”

- @sylphene for Aerin firehair 

- @sylphene and @paperbacktrash  for The Chronicles of Prydain.

- An anon for the Laura Thalassa comparison

- @hireath24 for the Crown of Midnight quote and “spirit that could not be broken.”

- @pokeyfaes and @iolanthepeverells for The Vampire Diaries comparison

- A reddit thread for the Titanic comparison 

- An anon for the Eyrians

- An anon and @dragonidk for the Assassin’s Creed addition

- @longsightmyth for Fireheart

[godhi]

The Gentry

I like truly nasty villains.

Mister Grimm and Lenore are of the Gentry--the wicked servants of the Unseelie Court.

These Dark Faeries are inspired by the Sluagh of Celtic myth and the Russian faeries known as Leshy, and I decided to have some fun with the concept. Think of Dark Faeries who are the equivalent of the upper middle class--the loyal minions of the Daoine Sidhe.

The Gentry get their name from the social rank they occupy within the hierarchy of the Unseelie Court and the fact that as the equivalent of high-ranking commoners, they assume the role of gentlemen and ladies: most Gentry prefer to wear stylish Victorian clothing and in the Modern Era would be considered Goths, although as Faeries of the Unseelie Court they have a much better sense of style.

In their preferred form, the Gentry look like strange and mysterious Faeries of exotic beauty, and although they cannot compare to the Daoine Sidhe are quite attractive by human standards, with flawless complexions like bone-white porcelain, small pearl-like teeth, haunting eyes that would be much too large for a human face yet seem perfectly suited for their own, small pointed ears, and long silky hair. Their fingers are long and delicate, yet surprisingly strong while their long limbs and lithe bodies are quite graceful, although they seem to move in ways that are somehow disturbing to the human eye, as though the Gentry have too many joints or possibly no bones at all.

The Gentry have mastered the art of terrorizing their victims before they maim or murder them, and to this end have acquired the power to change shape and form at will; they automatically assume the powers of any shape they have chosen, although they are limited to monsters from mythology and folklore.

These are the Dark Faeries who can turn themselves into the monsters from our worst nightmares--vampires, werewolves, ghouls, demons, bogeymen--almost anything that terrifies you. Although the Gentry acquire the abilities of the shape they choose, they also have its weaknesses. The most powerful of them--like Mister Grimm--can become unique monsters with their own special abilities. Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.

As the lackeys, servants, and hatchet men of the Unseelie Court, the Gentry enjoy a number of positions. Many of them are employed as professional thieves, spies, assassins, secret agents, and just about anything that requires stealth, illusion, deception, lies, and deceit. In addition to their shapeshifting abilities, the Gentry are masters of magic involving shadows, stealth, illusions, and deception; many of them are also gifted alchemists and transformation magicians. However, the Gentry are creatures of darkness and shadow, and as a rule prefer to avoid the light; their acute senses also make them vulnerable to loud noises, flashes of bright light, and intense odors. As a final note, the Gentry have a warped and twisted morality where they feel compelled to punish the guilty and reward the innocent--but much like the Dark Faeries of legend, they have little empathy toward humans and in the case of the guilty, the punishment should fit the crime although sometimes the punishments can be rather harsh, i.e. snipping off the fingers of a thief with a sharp pair of magic shears or stealing away a child who is truly wicked and making them work in the Mines of Svartalfheim!

[mistpodfics]

All fae-n and games: Faerie the hatchet written by oliviaandersonisntmyrealnamelol | @olivia-anderson-fanfic A Batman Podfic read by mistbornhero for pod-o-ween

Rule number 6: Do not, under any circumstances, make a deal with them. They will ALWAYS get the upper hand. It was the longest, and therefore likely the most important. The one that you were supposed to listen to. The one that, if nothing else, you should make sure to follow. This had been defaced. Or: Fae!Bruce is lonely, but then a newly orphaned boy stumbles into his clearing asking for a deal. It’s Free Son.

Podfic Length: 01:02:31 hours

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