#fae!hillbilly

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This would happen way way further down the line in the fae!AU timeline. Just thinking about Fae!Huntress somehow she and Little Cub get a kit of their own just this small little thing that somehow looks exactly like the perfect mix of you and her. the rabbit Fae picking the child up by the scruff to show the other Faeries she's close to:

Fae!Trapper couldn't give a shit (a lie), kids are a hassle, and he's like 70-80% sure he'd be a shit dad. Most fae are anyways, but his father in life wasn't great either. No guarantees that wouldn't bleed through. Though his husband does look kid of cute holding the small kit. Nope, kids are a hassle the kit you and Fae!Huntress made isn't going to change his mind.

Fae!Hillbilly gushing over the little kit talking about wanting pups of his own to complete his family. Bug just shooting Little cub an annoyed look mouthing "god no". They're only just now adjusting to the fact that the dog they adopted a year ago is actually a fully grown man.

Fae!Wraith wondering if kids would be smart for him and Jinx. Knowing their luck they'd end up either with no kids or triplets if they tried. The sleepless nights, the endless tantrums, and there is still the lingering question of wether or not that luck is hereditary. Does he really want to risk being around that many black holes of luck? Nope not ready yet, but the kid is cute and he's happy to see Huntress so proud of the baby girl she's somehow made.

Fae!Executioner for just a moment pictures rat with a pup and promptly shoves that thought as far out of his mind knowing that whatever would come out of the unholy union of him and Rat would be a menace not just to him, but to the community as a whole. He's content to see Rat cooing at the child talking about the mischief they want to get up to with the kit once she can walk.

Fae!Ghostface sees all the fuss, he isn't allowed around the kit because huntress still wants him dead, but he fantasizes about giving sprig another little sapling all the same. His body all warm and fuzzy just imagining making Oak a big brother. Ghostface mentally wondering if he should get all of him involved keep sprig nice and filled. Yeah, that sounds like the perfect Idea for the Fae of many faces. Somewhere sprig is filled with a sense of dread already feeling his body aching knowing someone is having nasty thoughts they shouldn't be thinking.

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Fae!Hillbilly who when you get home from the doctor decides to stick around. Your grandma asking when you got a dog. " 's not important." You slur sitting on the couch. The dog hopping on the couch to rest his heavy head on your lap whining. Still feeling guilty about what he did. Gran nervous around the beast. She can't quite put her finger on it but the mut feels wrong. It's size too large it's gaze too feral. Yet you seem at ease with it.

Fae!Hillbilly waiting for gran to leave and you to nap it's been about two days since the incident. Gran didn't want to leave, but you insisted she'd be fine to open her shop and get a few hours of work in. After all it's only the first 24 hours that's a threat.

Fae!Hillbilly morphing into something more human he doesn't make a very convincing one he knows, cleaning up your apartment and walking you to bed. The couch is terribly uncomfortable. His lips pressing against your forehead. His precious darlin', your tv on now playing shows from the 60s but he's too focused on you, his calloused fingers tracing your face. He really is sorry. He just got a little freaked the other night fleeing for his life. His hands lacing through the golden threads attached to your chest tugging at them almost aggressively.

Fae!Hillbilly wasn't us to this, your eyes opening slightly to catch a glimpse of a strange man in your bed. Your mouth opening to scream, before you could even get it out... It goes black. Your body feeling weightless memories getting scrambled.

You awake to find the beast wagging his tail head heavy on your lap. You don't remember moving to the bed, but you might've. Must've turned on the TV too, right to Fae!Hillbilly's favorite channel. You just scratch the fluffy boys head brushing aside the hollow feeling in your head. It doesn't hurt, just feels a might bit funny.

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Keep thinking about Fae!Hillbilly hangs around your shop all day, but is heading to the door right when you get ready to lock up. Sun beginning to set low. You do sometimes debate on keeping him inside at night, but he's not your dog. He's just a stray you feed and bathe on occasion. He basically takes care of himself if he wanted to stay you'd let him, but you heard enough tales from your grandmother to know not to keep a wild animal. You're not even sure what breed he is. you're sure he's a dog, but not anything you've seen before.

The shop is locked, inventory has been counted, books have balanced, over all a good day. It must've been late the moon already high in the sky and you're about to make your way to your apartment right above the shop when you hear frantic pawing at the door an animal whining from behind. You'd have half a brain to ignore it if it wasn't for the tug of something in your chest. Your feet moving on it's own, hands shaking as you unlock the door, you shouldn't be doing this. Whatever is out there is a threat. Whatever is pawing at your door is a danger. The moment the door is open you feel yourself knocked against the wall door bursting open as a large canine like beast bursts in using it's way to slam the door behind it as it growls and barked at whatever was out there.

You're just a wee bit dazed stars dancing in your vision, did the dog just lock the door? You watched as the dog calmed down the beast dropping to all four. You slowly recognize the dark furred canine as the one who sleeps in your shop all day. He's limping worse then usual; face dripping with blood right eye half swollen. He looked rough, but his posture apologetic as he nuzzles into your lap whining as if to say he's sorry for his rushed entrance. A warm feeling hooking in your chest. You just lay there for a moment letting the feeling fade before you try to stand and even then you stumble feeling a wave of nausea.

The Beast moving to your side having you lean on him as he helps you upstairs. His own pain discarded knowing he had hurt the one human he actually liked. You find yourself being guided to the couch, Fae!Hillbilly helping you down before padding into your kitchen digging around in the freezer before snagging an ice pack. You're not sure if you're hallucinating when you press the icepack to the back of your head watching the dog turn on the TV and plop himself on the couch his form practically spilling off the edge he's so large. You just shake your head watching the TV trying not to drift off helps that Fae!Hillbilly keeps nudging you away. Come morning you'll call your grandma have her take you to the doctor. Hopefully it's not all that bad.