#fae au

Pairing: A Fae x f!reader

a/n: First time writing something like this so I'm unsure. English is not my first language.

You lived alone in a crooked little cottage at the forest’s edge, where the trees leaned close enough to listen and the wind carried too many voices. You knew better than to invite attention. You knew better than most.

An iron horseshoe hung above your door, rusted but solid, nailed in place with care. You refreshed the chalk line at your threshold every month. You never said thank you out loud unless you meant it. And you never, ever, entered the forest.

That, it turned out, was an insult.

The fae who ruled those woods noticed everything. He noticed the way you skirted the treeline as if it might reach out and grab you. He noticed the iron above your door, the wards quietly muttering against his kind. He noticed that you never left bread or milk or honey on the stump near the path.

Worse than fear was indifference.

So he sent messengers.

The first time you saw the rabbits, you smiled despite yourself, three of them, soft and round, darting across the road just ahead of you as you returned from the village. They paused as if waiting. You hesitated. You knew better.

But they hopped down the main forest path, and you followed at a careful distance, reciting rules under your breath. Don’t stray off the trail. Don’t eat. Don’t accept gifts.

You didn’t notice the path narrowing until it vanished entirely.

The trees shifted. Roots rose. Ferns unfurled like green hands, swallowing the way behind you. When you turned, the trail was gone, replaced by unfamiliar bends and a silence that felt like it was listening.

You wandered for hours, heart pounding, clinging to your knowledge like a lifeline. You avoided the rings of mushrooms. You ignored the fruit glowing too brightly on low branches. Hunger and thirst gnawed, but you refused.

That refusal wore down his patience.

He appeared as if he had always been there, leaning against a birch, light caught in his hair like it had chosen him. Beautiful in a way that felt sharpened, intentional. His smile was slow, knowing.

“You’re very careful,” he said. “I admire that.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t give him your name.

That, too, irritated him.

He straightened, gaze darkening. “You want out. I want recompense.”

You crossed your arms. “A bargain requires fairness.”

His lips twitched. “Then negotiate.”

He offered a deal: your freedom in exchange for a favor and the removal of the iron from your door.

You refused. Two prices for one mercy.

His irritation flared, bright and reckless. He chose poorly.

“One favor,” he said. “Now. I will see you safely home afterward.”

A mysterious (and very handsome) cookie comes bearing fits and experienced advice for the expecting parent!! ❤️❤️❤️

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Fae boys belong to @hexcii ! Took about a month but happy with them <3 Originally I was gonna make Moon kick his feet but his wings are in the way Bigger and smaller versions under the cut

Yue Qi is also a spirit of some kind and when he goes to CQMS he not only soul bonds with the sword but he gets trapped inside of it while his body reforms itself (when his soul was bonded his body was like charred and his magical spirit ways allowed him to heal from that by recuperating in the sword)

So Shen Jiu has like no chance of escaping until one winter while the snow faes are about, a noble family of snow faes are invited to the manor. They are there because the Qiu manor wants to negotiate lower snowfall on their territory to sustain their livelihood through the winter.

While the nobles and the adult snow faes are having their meeting, a young snow fae about 14—one year younger than Shen Jiu—takes the opportunity to wander around the mansion. Each step of his leaves soft trails of snow in the shape of paw prints (Each fae has corresponding animal features to their elements). The snow fae finds his way to the library, peeking inside with the eyes of a critic.

He finds Qiu Haitang there, dragging Shen Jiu along as she insists on showing him her favorite stories. Shen Jiu looks up right as Shen Yuan peeks in, making eye contact with the other. A sort of understanding passes between them. Shen Jiu doesn’t want to be there, and Shen Yuan is in a position where he can probably get Shen Jiu out of there. (In this au Faes have an almost extreme sense of kinship—especially when they’re young. So helping one another out is natural, especially if one or both parties are children… Plus Shen Yuan is strictly anti-child abuse, why wouldn’t he help a child in need?)

So Shen Yuan enters the library and makes small talk. Qiu Haitang is intrigued by his white hair and is very curious about Shen Yuan. She’s been sheltered so this is her first time seeing another fae outside of Shen Jiu. Naturally she’s been taught to be wary of fae and not give out any names to them but she gets a bit excited and forgets that rule because Shen Jiu’s the only one she’s had to keep her guard up around. So when she’s introducing herself and Shen Yuan says “I see, and may I have the name of the boy beside you as well?” she just blurts it out.

She doesn’t realize what she’s done until Shen Yuan’s leaving and he grabs Shen Jiu’s hand to take him with him. She’s like “What are you doing?” And Shen Yuan just looks at her with feigned curiosity and says “You gave me his name, didn’t you?”

FINAL PART.

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((Dyths? Au by - @/sugarhogxx

Biting the hand that feeds au by - @/xitsensunmoon

The name game/Fae au by -@/hexcii

Not as in 'problems with the fae', but as in 'the Batfam don't understand shit about fae and it is somehow Constantine's problem'

"Thank you."

Whatever thoughts Constantine had before come to a screeching halt. He slowly turns around, praying he's misheard, but, unfortunately, no. He heard that right.

The black-haired kid - he looks like a kid, but, really, he is not, and he is not even human to begin with - is smiling at Nightwing, who just laughs and ruffles the boy's hair.

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing," the moronic eldest batkid says, like it's not a big deal, and Constantine just... can't. He is not dealing with this right now. He needs a drink.

And then it happens again. Not with the Nightwing, though. This time, it's Black Bat. Now, in all honesty, Constantine is not so sure about her being human either, what with her appearing out of goddamn aether and being silent as a ghost, but the point still stands. The new addition to Bat's menagerie of children, the fae boy, the changeling who insists he is Robin's brother, thanks her.

It's quick and easy, just like a human would say it, and Black Bat just nods back at him, but Constantine knows what it means. He knows the weight of fae gratitude.

The big question is, do the Bats know it?

He promises himself to address this issue later with the Big Bat himself. But every time he encounters the man, he just forgets to bring it up. Constantine strongly suspects it's not his bad memory at fault here, but a certain fae. Not that he is going to outright go and blame the damned creature, of course, Constantine values his life, mind, and consciousness. Also, he is very aware of the consequences of talking to the fae, unlike the furry brigade.

Alas, he can't forget something if he witnesses with his own eyes. So the next time he is in the Batcave, he makes it a point to wait until the same thing eventually happens. And, score for Constantine, it does.

"Thank you," the kid - again, not a kid, not a human, but whatever - tells Red Robin, and Constantine immediately snaps his head to him, pointing a finger at the smiling fae.

"I mean no disrespect, but what are you doing?"

The kid - Danny, as he insists to be called, although Constantine knows better than to call a fae by any name - tilts his head to the side. He looks confused, but there's a sly glint to his blue eyes. Oh, the fucker knows exactly what he means. He just doesn't want to admit to it.

"What do you mean?" It's not him, but Red Robin asking, and Constantine turns to look him in the eyes. Mask. Whatever.

"He is thanking-" a terrible thought crosses Constantine's mind, and he stares at Red Robin with horror, "Oh, don't tell me you were all thanking him and apologizing to him like he is a human being."

"I don't see how this is your business," Red Robin scolds, and his eyes narrow. Constantine can't see his actual eyes through the mask, but he knows the Bats well enough to know the kid looks as deadpan as he can.

"You can't do that!" He reaches down to the pocket where he keeps his cigarettes, but stops halfway. Right, no smoking in the Batcave. Wait, he never obeyed that rule! Constantine turns to glare at the fae boy. Danny appears as innocent as a newborn baby. Little bastard.

"Quit making a scene," comes another voice, and this one John recognizes, turning to look at little Robin. Now that he thinks about it, the demonic child claimed the fae as his brother, and he definitely should know how to talk to fae!

"Why didn't you tell them about the rules?!" He asks Robin, and the kid doesn't even bat an eye at him.

"You will not accuse me of incompetence in front of my brother," Robin huffs, not stepping closer and keeping one hand on his hip, "I did."

"You-"

"Okay, how about you calm down?" Danny interjects, and John is positive this is the first time he's heard the boy say anything other than 'thank you'. He turns to the fae, facing him, and, oh, Jesus, those are not human eyes. Or teeth. Or face. Holy fuck how do Bats live with this, it's like uncanny valley but hundreds times worse.

"If I tell you I use it for easier access, will you leave it be?" The fae tilts his head again, and this time it is not in confusion, but in the eerie manner of how all very much not human beings do it. Constantine swallows, but doesn't back down.

"Access to what, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Transportation," Danny provides. This does not explain shit and he knows it. Red Robin groans and rolls his eyes.

"We use it to summon Danny if we need him. It's faster than calling or texting."

Constantine freezes.

These fucking kids. Are using the fae debts. To summon him. Because they don't like texting.

Do they know that they can literally ask a fae to destroy a small country to fulfill a debt like that? It's not just a small favor, it's a gratitude. Fae take their gratitude very seriously. They value it. A lot.

Actually, you know what, no. John is not going to be explaining that part to them because God knows the batkids are all batshit crazy and this is an opportunity he is not willing to give them.

So he just nods stiffly, turns around, and heads to the zeta tube.

"Thank you for caring about my family," he hears a voice behind him, full of mischief and joy. Constantine feels the weight of the newly acquired debt, or better call it a favor, bind itself to his soul, and, great, he now has the power to part the sea like Moses, but only once.

He needs a drink. No, correction, he needs a whole bar to himself.

Wait, that's an idea.

"Get me a bottle of good bourbon, and we're even," he throws around his shoulder, stepping into a zeta tube.

When he steps out of it, there's an unlabeled bottle in his hand. John sighs and opens it, foregoing the glass or cup and drinking straight from the neck.

...It's good bourbon.

Inspired by @blackfoxsposts