#fae rules

So! Danny works by Fae Rules, Names and all, but he has no idea about that because he was forced to run away from Home (and the Ghost portal) before his Ghostly Education could be completed.

He runs to Gotham and eventually gets a job at Starbucks, or some other Cafe.

He has to ask the question "Could I get your name please?" A LOT while working there. And unintentionally steals hundreds of Names by the end of his first day, much less a week or a month into his job.

One day, Constantine visits Gotham for a Meeting with Batman, but by the time he gets to the Meeting Point he has bigger issues to discuss.

Danny, making a 'got your nose' gesture: Hey Jason, look, I've got your name!

Red Hood, who suddenly can't remember his own name: What the fuck

Bruce, in a tired dad voice: Danny, please, we talked about this, return your brother's name back

Danny: Oh, come on, it's not like he even uses it

Jason, thankfully remembering his name: And I repeat, what the f u c k

Steph, at dinner: I was wondering, what do faeries even eat normally? Like, flowers and stuff?

Danny, his eyes two black voids inside his eyesockets: The souls of the innocent

Steph: So that's a 'no' on the flowers?

Danny, back to normal and shoving a bagel in his mouth: I mean, I can, but would you want to stay on the crumbs-only diet when you are in a 5-star Michelin restaurant?

Tim: It's actually 3-star. Michelin rating system only has three stars, not five.

Dick: Are you saying that people are basically food joints for Fae?

Damian, at Constantine: It would do you well to choose your wording better when speaking to fair folk-

Danny, very much a fair folk, appearing out of thin air in the Cave: Yolo, s'up bitches, guess who's back in town!

Damian: -even when they do not necessarily do so themselves.

Constantine, looking between them: Are you sure you're the human and he is the changeling?

Tim, 46 hours of no sleep: Hey, if you can take a name from someone, does it mean you can take, like, other things that have no real shape or form?

Danny: Names do have shape and form, they even have taste. Yours is like a ping-pong ball made out of really dense cotton candy with banana-caramel flavor.

Tim, losing his touch with reality: Dense banana cotton candy...

Danny: By the way, I know you wanted to ask me if I could take your need to sleep from you, and theoretically, the answer is yes.

Tim, his whisper full of hope: ...will you?..

Danny: No. Either go to sleep or keep suffering. I'm not here to make your life easier.

Danny, after a half-an-hour rant on the Fae customs and traditions: -and Fae never tell the truth, but also never lie. It's a work of art, you know, say what you want but never in a way that makes sense.

Jason: So Fae just like to fuck with people.

Danny, looking him in the eyes, smiling and winking: Sure, humans are very fuckable.

Bruce, trying very hard not to pay attention to this: Can you make an example?

Danny: Sure. I lied.

Bruce: Where?

Danny: :)

Bruce, feeling like he is about to lose his mind: W h e r e ?

Alfred, right after he heard Dick's muffled screaming in the hallway: Young Master Danny, would you mind returning Master Dick his ability to talk in coherent sentences?

Danny, obediently standing up and walking out of the library: ...okay.

Bruce: How come he always listens to you?

Alfred: He knows what I will do if he doesn't.

Danny, returning to the library: He will change all the silverware to iron-ware. As well as the doorknobs and hairbrushes and lightswitches and everything else.

Alfred: Did you fix Master Dick's shoes?

Danny: I did. But I still think that making all of his shoes left ones was funny.

Alfred: Indeed, it was.

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It’s all going great till, Oh No! Superman decides to reveal his full legal name to his close friend and colleague. Shazam now owns Superman’s name, shit gang

Now, the person who cursed him wasn’t very good at cursing people, so Billy only really has to follow approximately- let’s say like 1/3 of every fae rule.

So when Clark Joseph Kent gives him his full name, he only has the right to take one out of three name. Clark isn’t overly happy about the whole situation, he quite likes his name, means alot to him, so Billy is like-

“Chill, chill, it’s fine”

Then they switch middle names.

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There are worlds that open if you look at them the right way. Enough to take a glimpse inside. The world of the Fae is one of them.

It offers no warmth. It gives no explanations. It makes no promises. And yet, if you stand at the edge, quiet and attentive, you may feel it: a shift in the air, a sense that something ancient is watching, measuring, deciding whether you are worth noticing.

This is a world you do not enter to take!

That is the first and most important truth.

You cannot approach the Fae with hunger. No wish to gain beauty, power, knowledge, or transformation. The moment you reach, you have already offered something in return, whether you meant to or not. In their world, desire is a term.

And terms are binding.

The Fae move beyond human deception. They have no need for it… They speak precisely, and they listen even more precisely. Every word matters. A name becomes a thread that can be followed. A gift forms a structure of exchange. A simple acceptance, a careless “anything,” a moment of curiosity without restraint—these are openings. And once opened, they do not close easily.

There are rules, if you want to stand near that threshold without losing yourself.

* Do not give your full name.

* Do not accept what you cannot immediately balance.

* Do not eat or drink what is offered.

* Do not step where you do not understand the boundary.

* Do not agree quickly.

* Do not exaggerate what you are willing to give.

The danger of the Fae lives in permission.

They allow you to participate. To step closer. To say yes. And once you do, the world rearranges itself around that agreement, perfectly and without mercy.

And still, the invitation remains. The Fae are something you need not turn away from completely. They are the shape of a deeper kind of beauty. One that carries edges, consequence, precision. They belong to a world where everything has weight, where nothing is casual, where presence matters. If you are drawn to that, you are not wrong… But you must approach differently. Not as a seeker, or a supplicant. Not as someone hoping to be changed by them.

You stand at the edge as yourself. Observing. Learning the patterns. Respecting the boundaries.

And in doing so, something interesting happens.

You begin to carry that same quality within your own world. The precision, the restraint, the quiet power. The sense that words matter, that actions shape reality, that beauty does not need to beg to be seen.

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It took them six years.

Two for Eleven to gain her powers back enough to feel him through this new dimension. By that time, she came back with two pieces of information.

She can't see him. She hears him, and he sounds happy, but the more time passes, the less human he sounds. Sometimes she will hear shrilling, growling, purring, and chirping sounds.

He goes by a lot of names but never by Steve. He never talks about them or himself from before.

The other 3 years were to convert the Russian portal from the Upside Down to Steve's actual new place.

The last was to make it work.

It took them time, but they did it; they will get him back. The fact that he wasn't in immediate danger helped.

They learned the rules of the other realms in D&D and took some precautions. The book was right about a lot of things until now, but they might need to improvise depending on the situation.

The first thing they saw on the other side of the gate was a forest at night. Not a scary one, though; this one was full of life, flying lights, and festive music.

They decide to stay discreet and not go toward the civilization yet, instead following some glowing flowers toward the end of the wood.

dont give them your name

dont let them pull you into the faerie circle, dont let them tempt you into the faerie circle. you wont be able to leave, regardless of how you enter

your bag should always have iron in it

"can you [x]"= a question, they owe you. "you can [x]"= a command, you owe them (with exceptions: "you can [x]" can be advice. may the gods grant you the wisdom to tell the difference). "you may [x]"= a warning, best not to engage. do not mix them up.

be polite

answer questions with questions

reveal nothing about yourself

be truthful in what you do say, but say little

lies of omission do not count as lies to the fae, be wary

pay attention to wording

the objective is to learn more information than you reveal

dont eat the food