#faefic

Retold Summary

OKAY this is for my one fan (day) cause i need a summary anyway. and even if nobody but me cares about this au, I'll probably start posting about it just to get all my thoughts down 

ANYWAY. here’s my intro to retold under the readmore!! (basically up to the Wall portion, which in my notes is ‘chapter’ or ‘section' two)

PART 1: THE BEGINNING

Everything begins when Henry wakes up after [REDACTED INCIDENT] as the leader of the Toppats, looking out from the airship. This should be impossible- he hasn't lived a Toppat 4 Life ending first. How has he ended up here?

[[ it’s gonna start sad so it can be fluff later I promise! I hope you don;t mind that it’s lil baby Deceit! ]]

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Scales

Dee ran, his tiny footsteps crunching the small twigs and leaves underfoot as he stumbled through the woods. The dogs were gaining on him and he could hear the shouts of the riot behind him. He scrambled in the dark, his haphazard path lit only bu moonlight. His chest ached, lungs burning from how much he’d been running but if he stopped they would catch him. Tears streamed down his cheeks, the scales that marked him as a Witch irritated from the salty tracks. 

 He was so scared! “I’m sorry-!” He called. “I’m sorry mama!” But she would not answer.

He could barely see and when he glanced back he whimpered, seeing the fires of the torches. He had to keep going, he had to find safety!

Dee gasped as he tripped, slamming into the ground hard and dislodging several mushrooms that puffed up in alarm at the actions of their fallen kin. He curled up in pain into a little ball, knowing he was going to die and trying to apologize, hoping they would spare him from the dogs and the fire. 

But none of it came. He felt a soft gentle touch to his arm and he winced but looked up. Large unblinking blue eyes looked down at him a little too big with a smile a little to wide, but nothing about this eerily inhuman person was threatening to him. “Hey there Kiddo. You look lost. Won’t you come dance with us?” 

Dee blinked and sat up immediately, looking around. “W-where are-” 

“The dogs? There aren’t any dogs any more little one, you’re safe here. Come. Dance with us.” He could hear faint music and wiped the tears from his eyes, taking the hold of the other’s hand. It was soft and gentle and he wobbled on his bare feet, following him through soft grass into a clearing. People were dancing and singing and the person he was following smiled. “I am Patton. That dancing fool is Roman What is your name?.” He giggled and it sounded like bells and Dee’s eyes went wide as he saw the beautiful butterfly wings on his back. Dee blinked. “I’m Dee.” He was mesmerized watching the red winged faerie, Roman, dance and laugh as he moved and tried to get a purple-winged one to join, but he wasn’t having it. 

“Attention!” Patton called “Look who wandered into our woods!” 

A dark blue winged fae stepped closer and Dee hid behind Patton’s legs, frowning. But the others stood and began to come closer. “Hello little one, I am Logan. This is Roman and Virgil. You look afraid, what has happened?” 

“The villagers were chasing him.” Patton says softly.

“How awful! Can you tell us why?” Logan asks. 

“They…” Dee gulped. “They say I’m a witch…..” He  prepared himself to be run out of the clearing but instead he felt himself being lifted and he gasped, twirled around by Roman who excitedly and delightedly cheered. 

“A witch! That is wonderful! You have such pretty scales!” 

“I do?!” Dee gasped happily and the twirling made him giggle. 

“Yes love, they are gold and beautiful! Do you want to stay here with us and dance and eat and be happy forever little one?” Dee looked around the clearing at the other fae. Logan was playing a flute again and Virgil drummed lightly on a beaded and feathered drum, creating a lovely melody that made Dee want to shake and move in his relief. “We will protect you and love you like our own! We have always wanted to have a child but we were too uncertain about taking one.” 

“It didn’t feel right to steal.” Patton nodded and spun around the clearing. Roman set Dee down and Dee heard the music and started to wiggle. 

“All of you?” He asked and happily they danced for a few minutes until his little mind thought of something and he stopped his wiggles. “And… you won’t get tired of me?” He remembered how upset his parents were about seeing his scales bloom after he used magic and big tears spilled down his cheeks again. 

Patton gasped and Logan and Virgil stopped playing to look up. Immediately they all crowded around and pulled him into their arms. “Little one we would never ever leave you. You are filled with magic just like we are, and you are lost and sad and we want you to be happy.” Logan explained. 

“Yeah kid, we would never send you back to the people who would want you dead. You’re special.” He smiled gently. “You remind me of me. And trust me, if you stay here long enough you’re gonna probably get wings too.” 

Dee’s eyes went wide. “I CAN BE A FAERIE?!” He gasped, his little child brain so absolutely excited about that and he hugged Virgil tightly. “YES YES YES! I wanna be a faerie!”  

The others hugged him tight and they smiled happily. “Welcome home little one~” 

Read from beginning ch.3 Kofi Ao3

Kiss

“Woah, your highness, stop!” Remy held his hand out as he rushed across the road, reaching for the young prince. “Don’t move, just back up!” 

The other paused and stood up, tilting his head. “Rem?” He asks. “What are you doing-” 

“SHH! Don’t talk, and stp saying names! Don’t say anything else R- your highness, just…. Just come here ok?” He held his hand out again, the look of fear on his face matching the urgency to his tone. They had just been out trying to find a place to make camp when the horses started to get nervous and Roman had bent to try and find wood for the fire.Prince Roman stood up and rolled his eyes, taking two deliberate steps closer to his personal knight, whose eyes were trained on something behind him sharply, refusing to look away. “Happy now? How is it that any other time you’d be asleep but I walk in a certain direction and you panic?”  

Remy rolled his eyes. “Shut it sire. Entering a faerie circle is an easy way to get killed.” 

Roman’s eyes twinkled. “Since when are you superstitious my knight? A faerie ring is just a bunch of toadstools.” To prove it, he took three deliberate steps back and Remy gasped and stiffened, still looking behind Roman.

“Y-your highness- whatever you do don’t turn around.” 

A thin, delicate pair of hands slipped gently around the prince’s neck as he stood, his mocking laughter dying in his throat as he felt the touch. 

“Hello little prince~ Have you come to give me your kiss~?” 

Remy drew his sword, staring at the fae, all too tall with limbs that were too long and eyes as black as obsidian gems that barely showed past the hair as purple as the flowers that grew naturally in his hair. The teeth he spoke through were far too sharp and his touch was cool and warm all at once. “Let him go!” The fae ignored him.

“So brave of you to speak boldly, little prince, or perhaps just idiotic, hmm?” Roman did not turn around and swallowed thickly, taking a step forward way from the fae whose tone turned sharp. “Do not insult me.” 

“Forgive me Fair One.” Roman’s voice was shaky. “I meat no insult but your greatness is beyond my… my understanding and I am inadequate to give you anything worthy of your brilliance.” 

“Flattery! Oh how cute, are you afraid little prince? Good~” He spun the Prince around and Roman gasped and looked away, refusing to meet it’s gaze. “You may call me….” He smirks. “Virgil~ Now…..” Roman winced when he felt thin fingers running over his face and cheeks and dragging his chin up. “Don’t you want to look at me~?” 

“Your brilliance would blind me.” He said carefully, knowing that if he was not careful this could go very very wrong.

“I am offering you the gift of seeing my visage. You would deny it?” 

“A gift though it may be, I cannot look without knowing my safety upon viewing such splendour is guaranteed. Can you vow that the sight of you would not enthrall me?” 

There was a pause. “I vow it.” 

Roman looked up and gasped at the beautiful creature n front of him both terrifying and beautiful in a way he had no words to describe.

“May I have your name?” 

“You would keep it forever.” He hesitated and felt Virgil’s grip bruise his arms where he was being held. “You may call me Princey if it pleases you.” 

Virgil hummed thoughtfully. “Not as stupid as you look Princey.” He loosened his grip and leaned in close. “Am I not beautiful? I am lonely in this forest and you are amusing. Will you not stay a while?” 

“You are very beautiful Faerie…..” He said gently. “The Gentry always are. But I was foolish to fall into your web.” 

“I am no spider. Give me your kiss as an apology.” 

“I fear what you will do if I kiss you.” 

Virgil smiles and leans in close, wrapping his arms around roman’s neck and pressing his bare form against Roman’s, making him blush profusely. “I wish to taste you Princey~ You are such a pretty little prince, will you not acquiesce?” Roman shuddered at the sound of that and he could hear Remy pacing, trying to find an opening. 

Roman’s lips curled lightly. “You are very beautiful, Virgil.” He takes a step back and Virgil presses closer. 

“Do not leave Princey.” 

“You would like my kiss would you not?” Roman grinned and leaned in closer but pulled back ad Virgil tried to meet him. “A little farther, pretty love~” 

“Give me your kiss.” 

“I will kiss you.”  He leans in quickly and Virgil is surprised as he kisses him deeply and drags him back and out of the fae circle, slightly stumbling. Though quick, it’s one of the most amazing feelings Roman had ever experienced. Virgil hissed as he pulled when the sword of iron pointed at his throat made him still. 

“Go back to your circle fae.” Remy said firmly. “You have been outwitted, take it in the grace your kind so openly appears.” He watched him sink away and Remy grinned.

Dream bubbles had a 10/10 on the weird shit scale sburb seemed to keep uping. First, his planet was full of skeletons that Jake had adored, and now apparently there were dream bubbles full of deceased trolls that seemed to always know where to find him. Especially the one with the red sweater, always there to lecture him on something. First, it was his TV that flashed images from questionable pornos. To inform him that having a head of snoop dogg in front of his door was unsafe and sacrilegious. Then he finally decided to throw some useful information, don’t get involved with the purple boxer wearing skeleton and his cat girlfriend.  

And who did he find sitting on his bed with an assortment of brightly colored bottles spread out in a natural spectrum. Oh boy. This one did what? She had horns that resembled cat ears in a weird candy way. She was grinning excitedly and a Pusheen cat sweater that matched the one Roxy had acquired. This was the cat girl. She dealt with what? Romance?

“Sit,” she says and picks up a bottle of bright pink nail polish shaking it.

“No I think I have something else to do,” Dirk mumbles and turns to leave.

“I’ll go get Kankitty.”

“Condomkitty?” Dirk turned around asking his voice rising in pitch.

“KAN KITTY.” Ow ok was there really a reason to screech. “Sit.”

Dirk made his way to the bed and sat across from her,”Okay, what are you here for?”

“A little kitten told me you have some ship purroblems and I’m here to make those woes better,” She was smiling widely again at him.  

Dirk nodded,”What’s the nail paint for?” His asked picking up a neon orange and looking at it. It would look nice on his nails. He’d painted them with Roxy once. It had been fun, she’d managed to send him some baby pink nail polish, and they painted them over Skype and watched a movie, that was before this hellscape of a game.

“I’m going to paint your nails and we are going to talk buster!” She said,”You like the neon orange then? Purrhaps we should do them in that color?” She said her smile going from a satisfied cat who ate the canary to a gentler kitten smile. She was a sweet girl.

“Uh yeah sure. I guess?” he said and offered her his left hand first. “Why are you doing this? Kankitty told me to avoid you, something about your boyfriend being a bad influence.”

“Yeah. He isn’t fond of Purloz. Purrsonally I think he’s just a tad bit jelly!” she said getting softer before giggling like a little school girl. Heh. She’s so cute. What could possibly be so bad about her?

She shook the bottle of neon orange and shook the bottle up before unscrewing the lid and starting on his pinky. It was such a bright color.

“Now Dirk how long did mew and Jake date?” Her voice is conversational if a little curious.

“I don’t know, a few months?”He said and shrugged. He really didn’t keep up with the time. It was hard to here. But he’d loved every moment with Jake.

“Why did mew break up?”

Dirk shrugged. He’d rather not talk about it. He was clingy. He was a nuisance. He didn’t know how to let Jake do what he wanted. He’d coerced him into getting a tattoo.  He- “Words Dirk dear.”

He sighed,”I’m a shit boyfriend. I couldn’t let Jake leave, I go to sleep with him by me and wake up and he’d be gone. He’d go adventuring without me and I would blow up his phone with messages because I was so scared he’d be hurt. That I wouldn’t be there to protect him. He’s a page, he’s raw unrealized potential. He doesn’t know how important he is. How much I need him…” He said softly. His voice did not just crack. He was not about to cry. “I’d try to pull him closer and he needed room to breathe. I kept pulling him closer and he kept trying to push me away, and now I can’t even hold his hand anymore.”

“Mew purr thing. Mew were clingy, there’s no shame in wanting attention, especially if what I’ve heard from Roxy is true. You grew up alone, looking for attention in any form, building bots, and sewing puppets. You were starved from personal interaction.” She said and smiled at him. “Kankitty was the same until he decided to be celibate.”

Dirk shrugged,”So you’re saying I should vow of all forms of sexual contact. Wow, that’ll fix my problem since it obviously didn’t lead to my clingy nature at all.” He mumbled clearly unhappy with the suggestion. A hand smacked on his arm and flinched,”What was that for!” he said snatching his arm back causing her to smear nail polish on his finger.

“You’re being a butt head, mister!” She said snatching his arm back and starting on the next finger. “I’m not saying you should be Celibate, I’m saying you should work with Roxy and Jane and Jake and work this out. There is truly nothing wrong with being starved for touch, there’s nothing wrong with wanting it, you just have to talk with mewr furriends and find a way to work it out.” She wiped some polish off the edge of his finger. “I love to cuddle with Purrloz and Kankitty, and it took us talking to decide on a way for all of us to fulfill my cuddle needs.”

Dirk nodded and shrugged,”I’m pretty sure I’ve fucked my bridge with Jake. He won’t even answer my messages…”

“I’ve already talked to him, he will answer mewr text after we finish mewr nails.” She said and smiled at him like she knew something he didn’t.”

“Oh. Thanks, I guess.”

“No purroblem Kitty.”

“Dirk!” Roxy called as Dirk left his apartment, ”Meulin told me she was sitting with you! What happened?”

Dirk rubbed the back of his head and showed off his orange nails, “We just talked.”

“OooHH. About you and Jakey?” She said turning his hand left and right as she looked at his nails. “I hope you two did alright.”

Hey! I'm Fae/Faetal or Kai (she/her, but who really cares about gender? i sure don't), your local aroace writer and lover of sticks. (It's terminal. The sticks won't let me go.) I write shortfics turned long.

I've been a longtime lurker who is now venturing into the great unknown that is actually engaging here. I love Triple Threat, Purple and Orange, and Mensah. I can make ANYTHING aromantic and platonic, just watch me.

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Wal-mart on a Saturday was the gates of hell incarnate. Wal-mart on any day was hell incarnate, but on Saturday, it was the literal gates of hell as they opened up and consumed those who dared walk through its doors.

It just happened that today he ran out of banana’s and that is all Rose wants to eat lately. Dave had diaper rash and a wind burnt face, vaseline would fix that right up, and walking past the backpack display he saw the backpack Rose had screamed over, naturally, he grabbed it too and ran off to the most likely crowded lines of three cash registers.

He tried to sneak into the self-checkout because how the fuck do you explain, a singular banana, a large tub of vaseline, and a Dora the Explorer backpack? The answer is you don’t. But of fucking course, the fucking pieces of shit breaks and he has to call over the supervisor.

What could possibly go wrong at this point, let's make a list shall we, Wal-mart on Saturday: Check. Obscure items that will have people question if you’re gonna masturbate: Check. Broken self-checkout: Yep that too. The only thing left to go wrong is if the guy Dirk is waiting on was hot enough to be a model.

Speaking of where was it, it had been fifteen minutes and he was a single dad with two little monsters to take care of that had been left with his best friend.

Tapping his foot impatiently he looked around and saw the supervisor finally coming and guess what, of course, he’s hotter than the fucking Texas sidewalk in this god forsaken heat.

“Sorry that took so long chap, there was one rip-snorting mess over by the beauty products and I had to direct people away from it while they scrounged up a wet floor sign.” Oh great, a fucking accent. “Anyway, what’s the dealio with your check out…?” He, trailed off as he looked at the items on the side of the checkout. One banana, a large tub of vaseline, and a Dora the Explorer backpack.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m in a rush, will you enter your pin so it’ll unfreeze and scan my items,” I swear to god I’m not gonna go home and do what you think I’m doing pal.

“I don’t have the pin you need so how about I check you out instead?” He said giving a big dumb goofy grin with two big teeth. Not waiting for Dirk’s answer Jake, as his name tag read, grabbed the items and started walking off to what was a formally closed register and starting it up.

Dirk followed after him certainly not red-faced, absolutely not staring at his butt in his khakis, and obviously not considering trying to get this guys number. He stepped up on the opposite side of the register looking just about everywhere but Jake’s green eyes. “I swear I can explain all of these items.” Would telling him he had kids ruin his chances? Probably.

“Well I’d be perfectly happy without knowing as well,” Jake said smiling friendly as he bagged the items.

“I’m getting them for a friend,” Dirk said, his voice didn’t just crack. It did not.

“Now sir, I think we both know that’s baloney, so why don’t you tell the truth or don’t say anything.”

“Can I just have your number and we talk about it over dinner,” his voice absolutely did not just pitch up three octaves and sound like a prepubescent girl’s.

With a full-bodied laugh, Jake snorted and cackled at Dirk while he turned redder. “Can I have my shit now,” Dirk snapped holding his hand out for the bag trying not to look as embarrassed as he felt.

“Sure I’ll see you at eight,” Jake said and wrote his number onto the receipt and handing to Dirk. “Have a nice day chap.”

Humans are a mystery. Possibly one of the greatest mysteries of this universe. And there are a lot of mysteries in this world. But humans pretty much take that confectioners cake and shove it in their pants before trying to deny the icing on their zipper.

          For example, what kind of shit human being abandoned a box of kittens on the side of the highway. They didn’t even leave the mother with them. They just left the kittens on the side of the street.

          Barely a few days old, eyes not even open yet, the box had been left on the sidewalk by a stop sign. A thin towel the only warmth offered to the tiny grey bodies inside. Small little wriggling things, their fur dampened by the mist. They were pathetic.

          And Dirk as cold as he wasn’t heartless. He lifted the box barely keeping the box from falling apart. God, he’d feel like shit if one of these little guys fell out. On second thought, he put his hand in the box and touch them gently.

          He squatted down and unzipped his hoodie. He picked up the kittens and set them on the ground beside him, his heart clenching at the sad mewls of protest they offered. He picked up the slightly soggy towel and squeezed most of the water out of it.

          He spread it out and started placed the first squirming grey body on it. Followed by the second third fourth and fifth. He Folded the towel around them and stuck them in the front of his hoodie. He struggled with the zipper but managed to successfully zip the kittens against his chest. Cradling them he started his walk home.

          Wet and back at home Dirk rang the doorbell, listening as his roommate moved around on the other side of the door. No doubt looking for her house robe so she could answer the door. “Meulin forget your robe just open the door!” he called knowing she couldn’t hear him, even with her hearing aid in.

After a couple of painfully cold minutes, the lock clicked on the door and his roommate stood before him, her fluffy pink robe wrapped around her, a white kitten on the hem chasing a ball of yarn. Dirk pushed past her and headed for the bathroom, jerking his head at her for her to follow him.

          After the kittens were dry and wrapped in little sock sweaters – oh socks, your sacrifice is not forgotten – he sat next to the plastic laundry basket trying to make a list and keep up with Meulin’s signing of things they’d have to buy in order to support the new freeloaders. It’s a good thing Dirk had a stable job as a grease monkey. Because it looked like they were going to be up a lot and would be taking care of these kittens forEVER an indefinite amount of time. And they were already letting him know how unhappy they were that their bellies were empty.

One quick run to Petsmart later, Dirk returned carrying bags of powdered kitten formula. He also had little droppers, and flea combs, not wanting to get the tiny creatures wet again after just drying them off.

He let Meulin mix the formula, waiting patiently for his designated droppers to feed the small kittens. Taking him he sat down by the laundry basket and got one of the grey balls of fluff. He poked the dropper to its lips until it mewled in protest at his somewhat poor knowledge of how to feed kittens.

Eventually, he got the small kittens mouth open and it started suckling on the dropper.