Uncharted Territory Reader and Qifrey with a baby selkie
Uncharted Territory
For a baby selkie to join the atelier, either selkie! Reader gets pregnant, or even Reader turns up with an orphaned pup that is their baby now.
If pregnancy was involved:
Qifrey is a bit of a mess during the pregnancy. He is concerned about Brimhats taking either Reader or the baby and about all the things that can go wrong in a pregnancy.
He is the most doating partner, though at times does end up smothering Reader a little bit. They both spend a lot of time discussing what the birth would look like and how selkie babies differ from human ones. Like that Reader wants to give birth as a seal, and their child will spend the first few months as a seal.
With the baby being a selkie for the first few months, they rarely, if ever, leave the house. No one wants outsiders to start asking questions. When the baby finally sheds their coat, the girls are very excited to take their sibling to the market.
With the Reader coming home with a selkie baby:
Qifrey and Reader must jump through hoops to ensure the newest member of the Atelier can stay. The reader refuses to give the baby to another selkie, and other selkies refuse to take them. At least this time witch society will have a selkie who has always been part of it.
Our lovely couple put off telling Olruggio for half a week, they just are not sure how to tell them the atelier has a baby now. Olly eventually stumbles out one night and sees Qifrey bouncing a baby to sleep. When Olly raises his voice, Qifrey gives him a look reserved for those he threatens or deems a threat. Olly can tell Qifrey off all he wants, but he better not wake the baby. Of course, Olruggio fold quickly; he can never say no to Qifrey and Reader.
For both options:
Must say if the Brimhats mess with any of the kids either during or after the pregnancy Reader is willing to take drastic measures. While the Brimhats would likely want to steal the baby, either for being a selkie or being related to Qifrey, they quickly learn that it is a bad decision.
If the knights of Moralis try to come for Reader over the explicit harm they've caused, and straight up, Reader is like, "I don't need spells to protect my kids!"
The girls love their baby sibling and are excited to teach them everything. They definitely take advantage of their baby siblings' big seal eyes to get away with things. Unfortunately for Olly, they catch on quickly how well they work on him.
The little pup has no filter and access to many seal and human noises. One of the adults ended up developing a rather complex sound-damping spell to make the cries less loud. Qifrey is really worried about this, though, so Olruggio ends up making a device similar to a baby monitor.
Throwing in my favourite idea, which is a baby selkie being carried around in some sort of baby carrier. Qifrey is carrying the babe around in a baby wrap as they go shopping at the market. Could even be that the baby is wearing their coat with a blanket over their head. Some entitled stranger wants to take a peek under, only to be met by a very pissed Qifrey.
Alternatively, Olruggio wears the baby on nights they refuse to be put down. Just Olruggio working and rummaging around the kitchen with a sleeping baby attached to him. Olruggio eventually finds himself talking to the baby about whatever he is working on. He would never admit it, but it has helped on more than one project.
The apprentices are all thrilled to have the newest members in their own way. Though Agott seems a bit distant and uninterested, the adult has spotted her playing with the baby when others aren’t looking. Tetia loves picking outfits for the baby to wear. When the littlest one is big enough for solid food, Richeh likes to help when the kid tries something new. While all the apprentices like teaching their siblings about magic, it’s particularly special to Coco. She enjoys telling the baby all about what she’s learned, or new spells she’s drawn.
another silly idea was a Selkie au where Selkie Reader who bring one of the apprentices to Qifrey, could even be Coco and have the kid be a Selkie too.
I can just imagine the other kids using the Selkie apprentices round seal eyes in seal form to get into mischief.
or the atelier having a peach day and Reader and the Selkie kiddo playing out in the water. He would stare so lovely at the two of them
Mischievously Manners
Qifrey x reader
cw: none
AN: fulfilling my duty as one of the selkie!reader writers and expanding the AU with Neri. Anyway I want my own seal to cuddle with?? Why does Qifrey get to do it and I don't??
The first time Qifrey met you, you arrived at the atelier soaked in seawater with a tiny spotted seal tucked carefully beneath your arm like it was the most normal thing in the world. Coco had immediately rushed toward you with wide eyes, asking if you had rescued a baby animal, only for the seal to bark indignantly before wriggling free and transforming into a very embarrassed child wrapped in a sealskin cloak two sizes too large. The entire room had gone silent after that.
Agott stared. Tetia looked seconds away from vibrating out of excitement. Olruggio pinched the bridge of his nose like he could already sense future problems approaching. Qifrey, meanwhile, simply crouched in front of the child with calm curiosity and smiled warmly. “Well,” he said gently, “that certainly explains the hat.” Sitting crookedly atop the child’s damp hair was a pointed witch hat that nearly covered their eyes.
You introduced the child as Neri, explaining that they were a young selkie from your coastal colony who had recently shown magical aptitude and had become hopelessly fascinated with witches after hearing stories about them. Neri, still dripping seawater onto the floorboards, had immediately pointed at Qifrey and announced with complete seriousness that his hat looked nicer than everyone else’s. Qifrey had laughed softly at that, clearly charmed from the very beginning, and before long Neri officially became part of the atelier. Unfortunately for everyone involved, the apprentices quickly discovered that selkie children were dangerous in one very specific way: they were impossible to refuse when transformed into seals.
Neri’s seal form was painfully small and round, with enormous dark eyes and twitching whiskers that made every expression look devastatingly pitiful. It started innocently enough. Coco would sneak them extra pastries because “they looked hungry.” Tetia would let them nap in her lap during lessons because “they looked sleepy.” Even Agott, despite insisting she was immune to manipulation, once surrendered an entire tray of candied nuts after Neri stared at her silently for less than thirty seconds. You warned Qifrey about this one evening while the two of you cleaned brushes together in the workshop. “They know exactly what they’re doing,” you told him while watching Neri flop dramatically across the floor in seal form because Coco stopped petting them for five seconds. “Selkie children figure out very early that people think they’re cute.” Qifrey glanced over at the tiny seal sprawled across the floorboards and smiled faintly. “I can’t imagine that becoming a serious problem,” he said.
It became a serious problem almost immediately.
Within a month, the apprentices had developed an entire system around Neri’s seal form. If Coco wanted extra art supplies from Olruggio, suddenly Neri would appear nearby blinking up at him with impossibly mournful eyes until he got distracted enough to give in. If Tetia got caught causing trouble, she would shove Neri forward like a shield while whispering dramatic apologies behind them. Agott pretended to hate all of it, but you once caught her carrying seal-form Neri tucked carefully beneath her arm while muttering that the floorboards were too cold for them to sleep on. The worst betrayal came from Richeh, who absolutely started using Neri to distract Qifrey during lessons whenever he forgot assignments.
Qifrey finally realized how bad things had become after walking into the kitchen one evening and finding obvious chaos. Richeh was hiding a tray of stolen pastries behind his back. Tetia looked guilty in the way only Tetia could. Coco was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. And sitting proudly in the center of the table was Neri in seal form wearing Qifrey’s hat. “What,” Qifrey asked slowly, “is happening here?” The tiny seal blinked up at him innocently. Behind him, you made the mistake of laughing out loud. Qifrey turned toward you immediately, narrowing his eyes with amused suspicion while you tried unsuccessfully to compose yourself. “You warned me,” he accused. “I did,” you replied. “You didn’t listen.” Neri barked proudly at that before scooting toward Qifrey across the tabletop in tiny determined wiggles.
You recognized the tactic instantly. “Don’t look directly at them for too long,” you warned between laughs. “That’s how they get you.”
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Qifrey looked down. Neri looked up with enormous glossy seal eyes. There was a long moment of complete silence before Qifrey sighed softly and scooped the tiny seal into his arms anyway. The room erupted immediately. Coco cheered triumphantly while Agott groaned in disappointment and Tetia loudly declared that another victim had fallen. Neri chirped in obvious victory before curling comfortably against Qifrey’s chest while he absentmindedly rubbed a hand along their back. The sight made something warm settle in your chest before you could stop it. Qifrey noticed your expression almost instantly because he always noticed everything about you. “What?” he asked quietly, smiling when you looked away in embarrassment. “Nothing,” you murmured. “You’re just good with them.” His expression softened immediately at that, becoming gentler in a way that always made your heartbeat feel unsteady. He glanced down at sleepy little Neri bundled comfortably in his arms before looking back at you with quiet amusement lingering in his eyes. “I think they remind me of someone,” he said. You laughed softly. “Mischievous?” “Very.” “Troublemaking?” “Absolutely.” You smiled. “Cute?” Qifrey’s gaze warmed so visibly it nearly hurt. “Dangerously so,” he answered.
For a moment the noisy kitchen faded into the background completely. The apprentices were still arguing. Neri was still stealing affection from everyone in reach. Somewhere nearby, Olruggio was probably developing another stress headache because of this household. But Qifrey only looked at you with that impossibly fond expression while warm lamplight caught against his hair, and suddenly it became very difficult to remember why you had ever tried keeping your distance from him at all.
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Nik met his baikal nerpa selkie the last time he had to dump a body there. Well, he was noticed first by the selkie.
The fat seal had been observing Nik as he scouted out the perfect place to sink the bastard that last crossed him. The oxygenated abyss the perfect place, with its abundance of over 300 amphipod species, to dispose of people. Arriving alive or dead didnt make much of a difference when the rift claimed them fast enough.
A few weeks passed and he had to return to Lake Baikal for some reason or other. While ther he had caught a poacher in the act, with you trapped and wounded. And who was he to let such an adorable and special seal species be left to die by the hands of such a despicable being. He wasnt any better, he just knew not to mess with mother nature.
The third time he met you in seal form, he was just there to observe the wildlife and maybe scout the area for a new safe house, having noticed the calm around here. If you ignore poachers and him. Watching you wriggle your way to land and relax on shore.
A few weeks passed yet again when you revealed yourself. With you having just you had just drowned a pesky human who had wanted your pelt to have a pretty selkie bound to him. You werent really planning to show yourself but when a handsome russian gave you back your pelt and offered an oversized jacket, even tho you had enough blubber to stay warm even in human form, you didnt really have a choice.
Now he visits there to see them and the pretty bubbles in the ice with one or two disposings in between.
And the place he scouted was chosen to build something better than the little safe house he once planned.
a/n: i do love spooky lake month, which was the inspiration for this.
Part 1/2 of Oneshot: researchers!141 are attempting to attach a camera on you to observe the life of seals, but you're a selkie
CW: MDNI, read the tags
a/n: I was watching 'Animals With Cameras', I think by BBC, and there was a segment where the researchers attach a camera to a fur seal. I love love LOVE selkies and was like- oh em gee!; I made the border myself :3
Part 2
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You resided with the thousands of fur seals on Kanowna Island (it's a real place), in peace. As a selkie, you originated from the rocky, unforgiving shores of the Scottish isles, but Australia was nice. You tried to figure out if there were other selkies among the community, but it seems you were yet alone again. It didn't really matter though. The hardest part for you was sleeping without shedding your coat.
You got into the habit of becoming too comfortable, too off guard once you've entered your slumber, sometimes waking up with feet and not fins. The other seals couldn't really tell from the way your coat engulfed your frame, appearing as a rather rugged seal.
You were also used to the occasional researchers that came to temporarily stay on this uninhabited island. Nature was the reigning monarch. You missed when the helicopter landed, too busy hunting underwater, but you heard the rustles of their tents upon the lush green land. You figured they were just checking up on the population, making sure there wasn't another case of rabies going around.
They took their time coming closer to the seals. You could hear them tinkering. You assumed their scientific equipment broke; maybe the experienced was teaching the fresh-out-of-school researchers.
It was a warm, sunny day against the cold, harsh winds. You were full from last week's catch and would rather sunbathe away. The researchers in the past never proven themselves to be a threat. They were always cautious, keeping their distance.
Some of the younger seals wanted to go up to the fields, play around in the sun. You decided to tag along, hoping to find a secluded area where you could stretch your legs. Your body starts to feel cramped once in a while if you took on your civil form for too long.
The grass was lush and soft, absorbing all the sun's rays. You and your herd rolled around, relaxing from the strain of hunting in the waters.
You didn't notice the researchers stealthily stalking up to your herd. The leader had prepared a rather large net, opting for a sneak attack approach. The other three followed, carrying an anesthesia tank, a camera, and their contingency plan.
It was sudden the way a large, bear-like man came running towards the younger seal. You were protective of your kind. You had rejected humanity long ago, and they proved your reasoning.
You rushed in front of the seal, snarling your teeth at the man as he trapped the net around you without hesitation or fear. You'd get out, is what you tell yourself. It was the only choice you had.
A man in a cap quickly put a breathing mask over your snout, and you tried to play sleep, but they weren't playing around. You could hear the other seals retreating back to the shores and rocks where the rest laid, and hoped they didn't come back to try and get you.
You were slipping under the anesthesia. A man with a weird haircut was stroking your head, obviously trying to soothe you. For some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to look them in the eyes. It was comforting to be treated so softly as you fell asleep.
The men got to work as your heart rate slowed and steadied. They removed the net and strapped you to a metal stretcher, five equipment straps securing you down. They started attaching the camera to your long back, which they had altered many times to ensure it wouldn't fall off. But their efforts were simply a waste.
As they were making sure the camera was secured, they noticed your fur becoming more limp, more flimsy. That's when they noticed your feet sticking out under from the fins of your coat, and human hair fluttering against the wind under the hood.
"Well fuck me, we got us a selkie." Soap muttered, lifting your hood to see your human face.
Gaz retreated the anesthesia, worried that the concentration for seals would be too much for a human. But did it matter? You were technically both.
"I thought they were just a myth." Ghost eyed Soap.
"I know just as much as you do." Soap shrugged.
But the three of them faced their leader.
Price stared down at your body, obviously very much covered by your large coat. Selkies were a myth for a reason. He noticed how your seal self threw itself to protect the others. He'd keep you a secret unless pushed otherwise.
"We'll bring her back to camp, make sure she's alright."
They undid your straps, and Soap was the first to try and carry you. But your coat wasn't on all the way, slipping and flashing him, which he slightly freaked out. He quickly pulled the coat back over, begging Gaz to help him. Gaz simply wrapped the strap like a belt around your waist to secure your coat. Ghost gingerly carried you, your head tucked to his chest as your legs hung over his thick arms.
Price observed the seals below the hill, but it seemed that they made no effort into coming back for you. Maybe they trusted researchers.
The men shared a single large tent, four sleeping bags laid about and only their rucksack for clothes and toiletries. Gaz put the sleeping bags together, attempting to create a cushioned surface for you to lay on. He also removed the strap around your waist, not wanting it to startle you once you woke up. No one brought a blanket, so Soap laid his hoodie over you.
It was awkward. They were just trying to provide research for a TV network, to let them know that their documentary in theory would be successful. They didn't expect to uncover a folklore.
"So what's the plan when she wakes up?" Gaz asked.
"Apologise." Soap quickly answered.
"I wasn't asking you." Gaz poked the side of his head for emphasis.
"We'll take it slow. Even in our tent, she'll feel trapped. We keep her freak out to a minimal. Try to ease the stress. She's human so that should be an advantage." Price ruled out, not leaving space for arguments.
"What if she turns back into a seal?" Ghost asked.
"Is she still human as a seal?" Gaz asked Soap.
"Fuck if I know."
"She still had conscience as a seal. She thought like a human. Stay alert and expect anything." Price ordered.
Soap and Ghost made a campfire outside the tent after the sun had set. Gaz stayed by your side to monitor your breathing, checking your eyes to make sure you were still responsive. Price went over his research, the plan, and all selkie tales.
There was a drop in the atmosphere when you turned, your face scrunching as Soap's hoodie dropped to your side, making a soft rustle.
Gaz held his breath, anticipating for you to wake up. Based off your reaction, you were in light sleep. He could wake you up. His eyes met Price, silently asking for permission. The final word was no. Price had to consider the possibility that you might be cranky if forced to wake up. He needed you as cooperative as possible.
But it didn't matter when Soap exclaimed about something and his booming voice carried over into the tent.
Your eyes darted open and Gaz noted how quickly your body became tense. Your eyes met with the side of the tent, and you knew you were human based on your vision. You jumped to your feet, facing the two men. But it wasn't like your coat had buttons and entirely concealed your body.
Your bare front side was facing them, and Gaz couldn't help but take a gander to see if your body had any semblance to a seal's, or if your body could switch entirely to human and to seal. Price locked his eyes onto your face, searching for ques of your next action.
"What've you done." you demanded, unaware but also not caring about the state of your display.
"We tranquilised you as part of our research. We didn't know you were a... selkie." it felt childish for Price to say the term out loud.
"So why'd you keep me here."
Price looked at Gaz for him to answer. You noticed the way his eyes were observing you, nearly dissecting every inch of you. You quickly hid yourself under your coat.
"We uh, wanted to make sure you were okay." Gaz nodded.
"Did you put any trackers in me?"
Price kinda wished he did do that. He was naturally curious.
"No, that'd be inhumane." Gaz slightly mused.
"You people track animals without second-thought."
"Well you aren't exactly an animal- right now." Gaz's brows raised.
You gave a dissatisfied look, nearly disgusted. You started heading towards the zipped flap of the tent, but Price caught your arm. You faced him, instinctively snarling at him. Your canines were sharp, teeth made for ripping.
"You're not going anywhere." he stated, sternly looking you down.
"I'm not some animal in captivity." you snapped, lips twitching to try and bite his hand.
"You're not. We need to check your vitals and we'll send you off." he lied. He didn't want to let his own superiors know of his catch. You were such a gem, such an oddity- and he was a selfish man at heart.
You understood his words and his reasoning, but you couldn't be fucked.
"I'm fine."
"It's not up for debate, love."
Your human movements were sluggish, muscles not even stretched in the last week. Price caught on with your action, and his large hand smacked your jaw away. He tackled your body to the ground, keeping your face upwards so you couldn't try to bite anywhere else.
You let out a high-pitched shriek which made Price go dizzy for a bit with how close your mouth was to his ears. You kicked and wrestled under him, but his body weight alone kept you in place.
"I'm gonna need you to behave and act civilised." he grit through his teeth.
"Let me go!" you screamed, teeth chomping the air.
Soap and Ghost unzipped the flap, seeing your out lash. Gaz was simply observing from his corner, taking notes. He knew Price got you handled.
"Shut 'er mouth." he told his boys, not caring who would do the job.
Ghost immediately came down, trying to get his hands on your jaw, but the way your teeth barred and tried to bite him, it became difficult.
"Should we tranquilise her?" Soap asked, eyes on the darts and gun.
"No." Gaz and Price answered at the same time.
"You need to start acting grateful that we haven't taken your coat yet." Price lowly said in your ear.
Your struggling lessened, your blood freezing in realisation of his words. You've heard the tales, knew a selkie who knew a selkie that was forced into marriage, forced to be a man's eye candy, to be their beauty.
Ghost managed to shut your mouth with his hand as your body came to a still.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
You glared up at Ghost with such hatred even though he hadn't said that. How dare they all take part in such a horrendous act?
"We're just g'nna monitor your vitals, make sure you're alright, then let you go." Price stated, slowly taking his weight off of you.
Price nodded to Ghost to release your mouth, and you continued to lay on your stomach, still prepared to fight for your coat at all costs.
"You should sit." Gaz came over with his pouch, taking out a stethoscope.
You sat hugging your knees to your chest after he listened to your heart beat and breathing. It felt dehumanising to be in such a situation, and to be forced to be docile from a single threat.
"Wouldn't you want to monitor me as a seal?" you asked. It was your main form.
"Well you transformed into a human in the middle of anesthesia so... I dunno, you don't learn about Selkie biology in zoology." Gaz muttered, looking at Soap and Price for help.
"Think it'd be easier for us all to be human." Price answered.
"You men have a habit of keeping selkies as human out of selfishness." you snapped.
"Really? I've never really heard anything like that, just tales from long ago that are like folklore." Gaz responded, completely missing your tone.
"Maybe long ago, love, but not now." Price assured you, his words full of air.
"My granny would flip- like do a licheral back flip had she'd seen you." Soap said in awe, hand reaching to pet the back of your coat.
"Don't touch me." you snarled, feeling his hand but unable to see him.
"Sorry" he meekly apologised.
Ghost came up to Price, head nodding to the opening. Ghost's hand was on the zipper. A quiet transaction of sorts. You needed to know everything.
"Where are you going."
"Just having a conversation." Ghost replied.
"Have it here."
A long silence filled as you stared Ghost down yet again, neither of you prepared to back off.
"Well I want to know too." Soap chimed in.
Price looked at Ghost, but Ghost couldn't think of a way to lie his way out. He turned to talk to him.
"I was just wonderin about sleeping arrangements. She basically slept through the day while we stayed up."
Price listened, not even bothering to look at you.
"We'll take turns watching her."
"I'm right here. And I don't need to be watched because I'm not in captivity according to you." you shot at Price.
"Well you've proven you can't be trusted-"
"Because men can't be trusted!" you burst, your hands deathly gripping onto your coat. Gaz slightly distanced himself from you. He couldn't fight for shit. Price was the only person with any sort of military training. Ghost used to work at a zoo handling the dangerous creatures. Soap was an engineering major they picked up right after Gaz's graduation from receiving his masters in zoology.
"We've given you every reason to be trusted. This whole situation is just a misunderstanding. Have we hurt you?" Price's voice thundered with authority.
But authority was as intimidating as the weather to you, "No, but you refuse to let me go!"
He shook his head, practically laughing. Ghost side eyed him, unsure where this was going.
"A fucking animal that doesn't listen."
You know it'd take more than a second for you to take on your seal form, so you lunged for him in your human form. You bit into his neck, canines digging deep, growling as you do. Price yelped, basically holding you in the air as your teeth cleanly chomped through his skin.
Ghost tried to pry you off, but you were stubborn. Price was hollering all sorts of profanities while Soap watched the scene unfold. He had to memorise every detail to tell his great-grandchildren one day. But Gaz went straight for the darts. He pushed Ghost away and let the needle pierce a vein in your very own neck.
You let out a whimper, wincing, your bite diminishing with force. Price tossed you to the ground, but he didn't bother to hold his own neck to stop the bleeding first. Furiously, he grabbed your coat, shaking it vigorously to get you out, the motion further pushed the needle of the dart in. You were slow and uncoordinated, grabbing at the air trying to grab your coat. You tried to speak but your tongue was too soft, too fuzzy, too foreign.
Then he left the tent with your coat.
You dragged yourself to the tent's opening. Gaz prepared another dart but he figured one was enough. Ghost didn't bother to restrain you with how bad you were moving. He'd seen alligators move like that while still trying to go after him. You'd be out soon.
Your blurry eyes followed Price to something bright, something flickering.
Then he tossed your coat into the light.
An awful stench was carried by the winds, and you grimaced, trying to remember what that smelt meant.
Your mind was too far away.
And you gave up.
I honestly had no direction with this blurb but while I was watching the documentary, I couldn't get the idea out of my head :/ I now have an idea for the second part of this oneshot thanks to the five minute brain constipation I had in order to fart out a title. I hope it was okay; I know this is a bit rougher and mean :( But I can feel my future self cringing when rereading this in the far (most likely near) future lol
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Yk what my draft wasnt working so I’m gonna write this real quick and pray its decent.
I love the idea of Tim meeting a selkie and going on a quest for their coat. They mention that its important, that they’re missing a part of themself, and Tim just immediately goes “oh I’ll find it for you” not realizing that is the most romantic thing he could ever do. If he managed to find their lost coat on his own when even they can’t and actually give it back to them??? They would be stupid not to accept his proposal right there on the spot.
Now Tim probably wouldn’t realize how thats romantic in any way unless he either mentions that he knows a selkie near one of the bats who actually know what that is(Bruce, Dick, and I think Damian believe it or not but he wouldn’t say anything) or he explains his plan to his new friend at hang out number 7 and they literally turn to goo in front of him. Sir you don’t even know it but you’re flirting so hard. Or he goes on a research binge during his work on finding their coat and discovers some things about selkies. Thats the most likely but the other two are more fun and force him to interact with people.
Anyway so Tim goes on his quest, and realizes how important this is for his friend during or less than a day before leaving. I feel like he’d end up in a few tech blackouts on it and have to just deal with it and contemplate why he’s even doing this. He can have his “oh shit feelings moment” during the quest on the trail while realizing just how much he is doing or later because there is no way he wouldn’t try to talk himself out of that trail of thought. Love the idea of a cult having their coat(thats favoritism tho) but I’m partial to it being buried in the middle of nowhere or hidden under a set of floorboards across the country. So he finishes his action hero quest, returns home with his bounty, and offers the sealskin coat back to its rightful owner.
And next thing he knows they’re making out and the selkie is tapping him, themself, literally anywhere in reach with their free hand(okay I needed some translation for the fact seals hit their fins against things when happy and I do not have many ideas). They look overjoyed, a conversation follows that I don’t feel like writing right now because its all romantic and gross(joking but I am too tired to write that scene well) that boils down to he could’ve kept their coat and just the thought he tried to look would’ve been enough, Tim saying that he didn’t do anything special and getting his brains kissed out of him by a very grateful selkie who gladly accepts his proposal even if he truly doesn’t mean it like that. Yeah thats the fun part, theres no way they don’t know that humans wouldn’t know what it ment and therefore would doubt its validity as a proposal even if Tim ment it genuinely as one.
More fun stuff outside of “Tim quests for his selkie friend’s coat” is:
Tim offers his own coat/cape in place of theirs before he learns the meaning
Damian giving him weird looks whenever he brings up this “friend” because he already assumed Tim knew what he was doing(he doesn’t)
A bat getting dragged into a selkie village by constantine(this is in general and I think its funny, imagine Jason or something being offered a coat or accidentally getting engaged by returning one)
Damian dropping “hints” that Tim doesn’t know whats happening and everyone just assumes he’s making fun of Tim again
Jason taking a step back and maybe realizing something is up, aka Jason is the one who tells Tim because hes concerned
and I probably have more but im tired and have to sleep
Sylus just started his new hobby as a wildlife photographer, he would go on the coasts of Iceland, Scotland, Ireland, or Brittany and set up his camera just far enough to not disturb the seals.
You on the other hand would change from seal to human just to go see what's happening in the small village next to the beach, because you and your sister seals saw some machines in the distance coming closer.
You usually are being so careful to hide your coat sooo well but today, with the scared noise of your sisters, the wind and machines, you didn't look around, you just put your coat in a small hole.
Sylus, who caught everything on his camera was stunned by what he just saw, by your beauty, by the ethereal process and by your worried yet somewhat furious glare you threw at the machines.
At this moment, Sylus realised he was under your spell, he had to get to know you, help you, and protect you.
To make sure he could accomplish that he decided to keep a memento of you, and so while your sisters were making sure you got safely to the village, he stole your coat, sure it was greedy and unfair but you just didn't know yet how much help he could provide to you.
choose your fighter - teen wolf hcs (selkie, swan maiden/swan shifter, lauma)
wc: 1.3k
pairing: none, a few "let's be real if someone walks into a fairy circle by accident it's probably going to be Stiles" moments
genre: canon lore expansion??
warnings: standard body horror-adjacent selkie stuff, mentions of curses
summary: have you ever wondered how your favorite mythical creature fits into the teen wolf universe? well now you don't have to baybeee! here's a little look into life as a selkie, a swan maiden/swan shifter, and a lauma in Beacon Hills.
next up: sin eater, nymph, brownie
a/n: actually obsessed with Laumas now!!! hell yeah mythology articles on wikipedia!!!!
Selkie
This could work a few ways. But one point of consistency is that you have a really soft, snuggly piece of outwear that you always have with you but never actually wear. Maybe it’s a cardigan or hoodie or fur coat or some other kind of jacket. Maybe it’s a shawl or scarf or flannel. Doesn’t matter. What matters is it keeps you warm, and allows you to shift between your human and seal form.
Now, Selkie purists will say that you must be EITHER in the form of a human OR seal in order to be a selkie, but this is teen wolf we’re talking about. I feel like you probably end up as some sickass merfolk seal hybrid looking thing, that when in the water is easily mistaken for a literal seal. Hence the confusion. I think that all these examples work well to illustrate the vibe we’re going for. Also your face would look sick as FUCK. anyway, unlike werewolves and werecoyotes and wereseals (which YES are a similar but separate species), Selkies like yourself (or… like yourselk if you will) don’t transform under a full moon. The way they transform is by fully putting on their seal skin, which as we’ve established in this case, is an enchanted piece of outerwear that you’ve had from birth, and grows with you. If you put it on, you transform into a full selkie. Take it off and you’re back to human.
Selkies are OBVIOUSLY protective over their skins, since historically men have stolen them to trap your kind in their human form just so they can have a hot selkie wife. Which is totally understandable to want that bad but HORRIBLY morally corrupt to actually do. Some selkies feel safest with their skin on them at all times, some feel safest hiding it somewhere safe. Maybe you keep yours tied around your waist LITERALLY all the time, maybe you keep it hidden in a box you locked and duct taped to the underside of your bed. Your call. The point is you are tied to your selkie skin so deeply that if anything harmed it, if it got cut or burned or destroyed, it would hurt you too. The tie runs so deep that if you were to drop your skin and someone picked it up to give it back to you, you’d be magically linked to that person for eternity. So pick out some engagement rings just in case your favorite character (probably Stiles let’s be real. He’d so marry a selkie by accident) unintentionally and irreversibly weds you on a school night!
Swan maiden/swan shifter
Swan maidens/swan shifters have traditionally been depicted as women in lore, but guess the fuck what? It’s teen wolf bitch, there are no rules! Run around and tear shit off the walls! Go crazy! (SO FUCKING MAD I cannot find the full sketch online PLEASE just watch I think you should leave you will pee your pants) ANYWAY. A swan maiden/swan shifter can be anyone. They are really really rare, because they are… usually just a regular person that’s been cursed.
Maybe it’s a byproduct of some nefarious scheme, maybe your humanity was sacrificed so someone else could gain power, maybe a warlock or druid tried to curse you to save your life. Point is, you now exist as a swan during the day. You can return to your human form at night, but only when the moon is out. And unfortunately for you, moonrise and moonset have nothing to do with the time of night. So even when the moon is visible during the day, you’re still a bird. At night when there’s no moon out? Bird. But whenever the moon IS out at night, (being visible is up to you, whether clouds effect it or not) BOOM. You’ve got thumbs.
The problem is that swan maidens/swan shifters are basically impossible to detect for most people and creatures. Your transformation is a very short lived burst of magic, and within seconds it starts to fade. So unless you happen to be near a werewolf right at moonrise/moonset during the night where they can smell the change in your scent as you go from human to bird, or unless you happen to be shot by accident by a werewolf hunter and turn back into a gorgeous gorgeous human right as someone approaches… the odds of anyone finding out are low.
I personally like the whole “true love’s first kiss” bit as a way to break the curse, or at the very least needing some kind of first kiss to seal a magical ritual that brings you back into your human form for longer. Whoever the lucky bitch is will be finding downy little feathers in their bed for weeks after.
Lauma
Originating in the Baltic region, in countries like Lithuania and Latvia, Laumas (the teen wolf version) are sort of a fairy-woodland spirit-witch kinda thing. Like other types of witches, Laumas tend to be women, but there are also ABSOLUTELY male and gnc and non binary Laumas too. Horses, goats, bears, and dogs are all very connected to you. Sometimes when you’re asleep, you can shift into one in order to get information. This is a full body transformation, not any sort of humanoid-hybrid thing. Anyone looking at you like that wouldn’t see anything other than a regular old stray dog, or a random bear that strayed too far from the woods. The good news is seeing a stray dog, a black bear, or a wild horse in northern California won’t raise too many eyebrows. But since goats aren’t native to the region, that might be… a little more suspicious.
The good news is that you can also talk to dogs, goats, bears, and horses. Sort of like a witch’s familiar, they’ll usually help you out if you need them to, and you feed them treats or look out for them in return. The amount of times you’ve woken up to a huge, fully grown wild bear trying to sneak into your house is so high you’re not even surprised by it anymore. One of your best skills is making your special hot coco recipe. It’s actually a jazzed up version of an old Lauma trick, a way to use rocks and magic and cow’s milk to create a pretty much never ending beverage with healing properties.
You’re also good with fiber arts. Traditionally it’s weaving, but you could be into knitting, crochet, embroidery, macrame, hell even friendship bracelets or rainbow loom for christ’s sake. Everything you make has a sort of hazy prismatic glint in the fiber, like rainbows get spun into the yarn or thread just from your touch. You probably live in dense, hard to navigate woods, and/or by bodies of water like lakes or ponds or rivers. You feel drawn to isolated meadows, and even when there’s none anywhere else, dew will gather around wherever you’ve been. Also expect to leave rings in the grass if you’re somewhere long enough. They’re similar to fairy rings, but usually yours appear as circles of moss and rocks instead of mushrooms and clovers. You also have the ability to make rain fall by singing, dancing, or getting pissed off enough to cast a curse (sometimes unintentionally). This of course can escalate to thunder storms and hail if it gets bad enough. You’re a natural at domestic tasks, and have an innate ability to make anywhere feel like a home, plus children LOVE you. Babies never cry when you’re around, and you can tell the fate of a child just by looking at them. Sick as FUCK.
