#child-of-the-fairy-folk

[the-children-of-the-fae]

'The Stolen Child' by William Butler Yeats

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

A young fairy who doesn't know anything about children requests a human's firstborn child as payment for a favor.

What follows is exactly the series of unfortunate events that you'd expect.

[gollancz]

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Cover art by the wonderful Sue Gent, interior illustrations by Bonnie Helen Hawkins, and, uh, admin done by me, to finish a trifecta.

It's out 16th November and available for pre-order now!

[fairy-verse]

Did a human hunter ever try to capture a Firstborn fairy?

Fairies are sought after for their blood, their wings, their tears, their bodies, and their magic. The Big Folk have used these as ingredients for elixirs, perfumes, and other concoctions; not to mention beauty products and jewellery (fairy wings make for beautiful additions to necklaces, diadems, crowns, rings, and so forth). A season fairy is worth more than just a regular fairy, being that their bodies harbour stronger magic…

But a Firstborn… There is a reason for Error’s intense hatred towards the Big Folk. Atop his mountain peak, he sees all of what they plan, and the words they speak… He often suffers from nightmares, visions of death, and slavery at the hands of the Big Folk.

Error must ensure that his winter fairies remain strong and vigilant, for it is they who will be the last protection against the Big Folk, should every barrier and illusion spell fail. Of course, the Big Folk rarely get far into either Error, Nightmare, or Ink’s domain without succumbing to madness, delirium, fright, or death, but there have been a handful of cases that particularly determined people have gone through, and it is those times every Firstborn fear, for their fairies are then at risk.

The Firstborn dread the possibility of losing their fairies to the Big Folk, but if there is one thing their subjects were created for, then it was to protect their leaders. Every season fairy – should they not have a nest with a faerling – will protect their given Firstborn with their lives. The Big Folk might not care or fully understand, but the Firstborn keep the harmony of the land in check, and should one be taken into slavery, or killed, then the balance of nature will shift, and ruin will soon fall upon the island, bringing it to its doom.

Nightmare’s soul was wounded on the day he visited the now-ruined village of the past, but his corruption saved him from a life of slavery and torment, and his spells of illusions are strong and violent towards those who enter his domain with ill intent within their hearts.

Dream is shielded, hidden away within a deep valley, far away from any of the Big Folk. He has the least experience with them, yet he knows of their capacity for cruelty and trickery. He does not trust any adult of the Big Folk, but has a weakness for their young, seeing as they are often innocent and kind.

Error, as said before, will not tolerate them. In his dreams, they are cast from the island forever, hopefully to a cold and crushing grave, deep into the sea. He hates them, despises them, and neither adult nor child will know his mercy. He keeps a watchful eye on them; always.

Ink is the only Firstborn who’s ever been trapped by the Big Folk before, but due to his understanding of their dishonesty and viciousness, he’s always able to escape them. It is him the Big Folk knows of the most, and him many wishes to capture, seeing as he’s a troublemaker and causes them a great amount of grief and suffering (his pranks can often be cruel). Ink both loves and hates them and can be as merciless, as he can be kind and gentle.

[random-shit-writing]

prompt where an autistic child is wrongly clocked as a changeling or fae child, and they are abused and kicked out of their village. Then a real fae finds the child, realizes what happened, and takes the child in and becomes their adoptive parent. It works out for everyone. The child gets a loving parent and the fae gets a free human child, and they didn't even have to steal this one!

[trainwreckrenegade]

[soryualeksi]

The stress that is lying to my own trusting kid about Santa... But he's so into it. And nobody understands why it's so stressful for me. ;_;

[joemerl]

Faebruary/Februfairy 2023, Day 14: "Storm"

The wind was so strong that Kallie grabbed onto him to keep from falling. Wind lashed at them as lightning split the sky, followed almost immediately with a deafening crash of thunder.

"It's like a hurricane!"

His only sign of concern was a frown and a click of the tongue. "Oh, dear. Mother and Father must be fighting."

Kallie took a moment to process that. "You mean Oberon and Titania?!"

"Yeah. They've always had a...stormy relationship. Eh?"

He made a pair of finger guns, flashing her a grin. She did not return it.

[eventyrforalle]

Oskar Herrfurth (1862-1934)

Illustrasjoner til det tyske folkeeventyret “Mariabarnet” fra brødrene Grimm.

Les eventyret på EventyrForAlle.no: https://eventyrforalle.no/brodrene-grimm/grim003

Illustrations for the German folk tale “Mary's Child” from brødrene Grimm.

[comehomet0myheart]

I don't think I'm crunchy enough to be really Spiritual, but sometimes I go to a really pretty place and I'm like "yeah there's a mystical force in that mountain" so

[the-children-of-the-fae]

The Faery People Series Part Five: Grimes

Grimes was born as 'Claire Elise Boucher' in Vancouver, Canada. She inspired over the year many people with her uniqueness and creative ideas. Her music is selfmade and out of this world. Let's get it started...

Grimes is a genious. Her creative gifts made her what she is today. She loves to express herself with various styles and cool unique make-up looks.

She is a big Tolkien fan and read his Books over and over again. She feels connected to the Elves and showed it many times thru her looks. She even named her Son in the Elven language.

Enchanting music: Grimes music is unique. Despite not being the music for everybody the people who get it, get it. Her voice is ethereal and her beats and lyrics enchant fans all over the globe.

Her Appearence plays a very significant role in her journey. Grimes may not look like it but she is heading to her 40's already! Born in 1988 like all Fairy Energy People Grimes just don't seem to age one day! Sje has always beem that thin no matter what she eats and her Babyface will make her age gracefully! She also like to wear clothes in a very Fantasy and almost Alien like way. Holding swords in her music video besides Kniggts or dressing in colorful Butterflywings with lots of glitter make-up she knows what she is doing with her looks!

Grimes just loves animals and tries to eat plant based or even Vegan as much as she can!

Like all People of the Fae, Grimes had he share or hard times thru her life. Battleing addictions while also loosing lots of Friends to drugabuse which inspired her song 'Delete Forever'. She also falled into a bad relationship due to Elon Mask. Currently fighting for her Children she is having a tough time finacially. And I hope she can find true happieness again.

Grimes Aura just screams ethereal. She always seemed like a mythical creature turned human to me. She especially seems lile a Siren with her voice, pale skin and long thin arm, legs & finger!

[bizabert]

i have a lot of gripes with sjm's books for a variety of reasons but the biggest one is I'm a folklore girlie and her fairies are just super powerful elves. she dared to have a character named after Tam Lin but has nothing tied to actual folk tales

[vivian-goatman]

a faerie can be a 7 foot creature of the woods with the head of a goat, but it can also be a small victorian child who just really wants to know your name

[always-dreamn]

“Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own?” ― P.L. Travers, Mary Poppins

[bonedo-enthusiast]

santa's little helper 𐂐◯𓇋 (klh)

desc: mall santa!leehan x mall elf!reader

warnings: smut, mdni!, perv!leehan (ofc), p in v, no protection used (no glove, no love 🫵), reader is mean but it's okay bc leehan is into it, degradation, praise, cute petnames, sexual acts in a public space (restroom), oral (reader receiving), sub!leehan, dom!reader, afab!reader, + lmk if there's anything i missed :)

wc: 2,842

you pulled the elf hat down again, annoyed that it kept drifting up on your head. you certainly didn’t feel very festive, the bright green clothing scratchy against your body anytime you moved an inch. in fact, you looked like you had come straight out of a christmas comedy, with your bored expression and your green pointed shoe tapping against the tiled floor.

your university had collaborated with the local mall for the annual santa pop-up, allowing college students to put work toward any necessary volunteer hours. you didn't have many other opportunities since your classes filled up a lot of time, so here you were, dressed in a tacky, too-tight costume waiting for the onslaught of kids to show up.

"perk up. elves aren't supposed to look cranky."

oh yeah, and there was that. or him, rather.

you turned around to fix the boy with a scowl. "the event hasn’t even started yet."

his response was that wide, irritating grin of his. "tsk, tsk… talking back to santa? do you want to be on the naughty list this year?"

kim leehan. of course he got the role of santa, being one of the most proactive students at the university. he was on the dean's list, president of the aquatic club, was apart of at least five other clubs, and was present at most volunteering events. he also happened to be incredibly annoying, always so egotistical. even if he was objectively one of the more attractive boys on campus, his personality irked you to no end.

you rolled your eyes and turned around, ignoring the chuckle he let out.

"lighten up. i'm just trying to look out for you–we’re going to start soon."

right. sure he was.

as if on cue, a gaggle of children ran toward the gated-off area like a swarm of hyperactive puppies. you quickly plastered on a smile and started by greeting the first one, instructing her to sit on santa's lap and tell him what she wanted for christmas. you stood in front of the line so no rogue child could enter, and watched as another elf wrote down the girl's wish. then you allowed the next child to enter.

your shift went by like that, rather monotonously, until the last child had gone through. 

"alright, folks! that's the end of today. thank you so much for your work. if you need me to sign a slip saying you were present, just let me know," the person in charge of the event said. "for those of you that don't mind, can you help us clean up the area for tomorrow's volunteers?"

you watched as the only other elf left, leaving you, leehan, and the event coordinator. you frowned but decided it wouldn't hurt to have some extra minutes of volunteer time, bending down and straightening the tinsel and fairy lights along the base of santa's chair.

"wasn't that fun?" leehan's voice came from behind you, startling you a little. "seeing all those happy children... it just made my heart melt."

"i guess. it wasn't fun having to keep the little ones out. they looked at me like i was their number one opp."

leehan let out a laugh. "well, that's okay. at least you look cute in your uniform."

you raised an eyebrow. "um... thanks?"

"it really suits you." leehan added, smiling down at you. "really accentuates your features."

you became more aware of how tight your costume was. they didn't have your size when you got to the event, them stating that they didn't order enough costumes. apparently they let all of their volunteers keep the costume when they were done as a token of appreciation. you now wished that was not the case.

"leehan, aren't you supposed to be helping me straighten things up?" you asked in an attempt to change the subject.

"fine." leehan said to your surprise. he bent down and helped you with straightening up the christmas decorations, then stood back up. "there. done."

"we should let the event coordinator know."

"they left." leehan said, gesturing at the gate. "probably going to do paperwork or something. we better head out."

you grabbed your backpack and followed him out of the gated area leading to the rest of the mall.

"i wonder why they stop the santa visits so early. the mall doesn't close for another three hours." leehan mused.

"the kids probably have an early bedtime." you said absentmindedly, looking around for the nearest bathroom so you could change back into your clothes.

your eyes landed on a large restroom sign and you immediately started walking toward it. you heard footsteps behind you and turned your head, seeing that leehan was following you. right, he probably wanted to change back into his clothes too.

you stopped at the restroom door, realizing that it was unisex, one stall. you turned around to tell leehan this so he could find another restroom, but he just brushed past you, opening the restroom door with a smirk. the door closed behind him, and you noticed that the door still indicated that it was vacant, meaning he didn't yet lock it. you scoffed.

was this a challenge?

you felt the familiar feeling of irritation and you let out a sigh. you had seen the restroom first, and you knew that the next restroom would probably be quite a few feet away. the itchy green fabric rubbed against your skin, as though making the decision for you. you pushed open the restroom door.

"okay, you freak. i found this restroom fair and square." you said with your hands on your hips.

leehan was leaned against the sink counter still in his santa getup as though expecting you. "oh?"

"yeah. so get out."

"or what?" leehan scoffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "what will you do if i don't?"

you let out another sigh, feeling disheartened and prepared to give up the damn restroom when your eyes trailed down and noticed the tent straining against leehan's pants.

"oh... my god. you sick freak." you said, scrunching your nose in disgust. "do you seriously have a boner right now?"

leehan pushed off of the counter, taking a few steps closer to you. "maybe. maybe not. why? wanna help me with it?"

"help you with it?" you sneered. "tell me, why do you have one in the first place? is it because of me?"

"yes." leehan said immediately, not an ounce of shame in his voice. his eyes softened even as he stood tall over you. "please... i want you."

"you sound pathetic." you said, although your tone had less bite than it previously did. in truth, his words sent a warmth straight to your cunt. the prospect of fucking him didn't sound entirely awful. in fact, the idea seemed almost enticing, and his pleading eyes didn't help.

you locked the door, sliding it from "vacant" to "occupied."

"you want me?" you chided, taking a step toward leehan, closing the distance.

leehan nodded eagerly. "yes. god, please, yes."

"unbutton your coat." you said while crossing your arms, unimpressed.

leehan brought his hands up to the fleece material, his fingers clumsily unbuttoning the coat one by one, leaving his chest bare. he didn’t even have a shirt on under it? you scoffed, wondering if he had somehow planned this.

leehan started to slide the coat off, but you stopped him. "did i tell you to take it off?"

"n-no..." leehan said with raised eyebrows, stopping his actions. "sorry."

“make it up to me. wanna touch me?” you gently pushed him so he was against the wall. 

leehan let out an involuntary moan, making your pussy throb. “yes, please… wanna touch you so bad.”

"mm well, since you asked so nicely..." you leaned forward so that your face was inches away from his. then you grabbed his hands and placed them on your boobs.

leehan began kneading them gently, his thumb running over your nipple through the fabric. you let out a sharp gasp at the contact and felt his dick get harder against your leg.

"you're so fucking hot..." he murmured, leaning forward to kiss you.

you kissed him back as you slowly rubbed your thigh against his dick. he pulled away with a moan, his head falling back. you took the opportunity to pepper kisses along his neck, sucking and leaving marks as you went.

"please..." leehan's voice cracked.

"hmm? please what?" you asked, reaching up to pinch his nipple.

"ah! f-fuck... please t-touch me!"

"i am touching you, leehan." you said matter-of-factly, squeezing his nipple again for emphasis.

leehan bit his lip. "w-want you to touch my dick, p-please!"

"i think i need some convincing first." you leaned back, leehan whimpering at the loss of contact. "make me feel good, then i'll consider it."

"i'll make you feel good... make you feel so, so fucking good."

"then do it." you said with a scoff. "or are you just all talk?"

leehan smashed his lips against yours, pulling you into him. the kiss was messy, with saliva mixing and short breaths of air. he tugged on the hem of your shirt and you took the hint, breaking away from the kiss to tug the shirt up and over your head. your bra followed soon after, the cool air hitting your already perky nipples.

"fuck..." leehan breathed, staring at your chest. "so fucking pretty."

before you had the chance to feel shy, leehan resumed kneading your tits, paying special attention to your nipples. you threw your head back with a moan as leehan swirled his tongue around your nipple, using his other hand to rub against your clothed clit.

"oh fuck, leehan..." you groaned, biting your lip.

"feel good? do i make you feel good?" leehan asked, looking at you intently.

"so good, leehan. so good, just as you promised." you didn't miss the way that leehan's dick twitched at your praise.

you felt your orgasm building fairly quickly just from his hand and fingers alone, your body betraying you. "l-leehan, i'm gonna cum."

"wait."

you froze, eyes wide as you looked at leehan. oh god, was he uncomfortable? did he realize how crazy this--

"i want to taste you." leehan said, a dopey smile on his face. "please, y/n. please let me eat you out."

and how could you deny that?

you quickly slid out of your green leggings, tossing the damned elf hat off while you were at it. leehan sunk down to the floor, face-to-face with your pelvis. before you could take off your panties, leehan reached forward and pushed your panties to the side before grabbing your waist and pulling you toward him. you gasped as he dove face-first into your cunt. as he nibbled on your clit, you swore you could see stars. leehan's tongue lapped inside you as though his life depended on it.

"nngh... l-leehan, fuck! s-slow down, i'm not gonna last!"

"don't want you to." leehan managed to get out between sucking on your folds and panting. "want you to cum."

his words pushed you over the edge, your vision going blurry as you came in his mouth, just as he wanted. as your vision came back, you panted and leehan peeled himself from you, a sheen of your cum on his chin. he licked his lips and wiped his chin with his sleeve, grinning up at you. "that was so hot. you taste so good, baby."

you ignored the way the pet name made your heart flutter. "now then... i believe it's your turn."

leehan's eyes grew wide as though he had forgotten about himself. he hastily stood up and shucked off his pants along with his boxers, his dick springing up proudly.

you let out a chuckle. "looks like someone's excited to see me..."

leehan nodded, sucking in a breath, "i need you, y/n."

"need me, huh? tell me, do you do this often?" you spit in your hand before reaching forward, grabbing his dick and sliding your hand down it.

he let out a choked moan. "n-no, just you..."

"oh? just me? so what, you've been thinking about me?"

"mmh... yes, y-yes..."

"and what have you been thinking about?" you ran your thumb over his slit, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure. "nasty things, i'm sure."

leehan didn't respond, instead letting out more lewd moans. but his flushed face told you everything you needed to know.

"i'm right, aren't i? you're such a fucking pervert." you said, speeding up your pace.

"n-n-no!" leehan managed to choke out.

"don't you lie to me. i could stop, you know." you said, doing just that. leehan's cock stood in your hand, the tip weeping and red.

"no! p-please!" leehan begged, almost manically. "please don't stop, please please--"

"then don't lie. you've been thinking nasty thoughts about me, haven't you?"

leehan's lip quivered. "y-yes... i have..." he looked like a hurt puppy, shame spread across his cheeks in a pink dust.

you felt a pang in your heart at the poor, pathetic boy in front of you. "tell me what you've been thinking about."

"w-what?" leehan bit his lip nervously.

"tell me or you won't get to cum." you said firmly.

leehan let out a soft sigh. "i just... thought about you fucking me. you... finding out about my feelings toward you and..." he trailed off, his blush deepening. his feelings toward you? you felt your lips tug into a smile, finding the sentiment endearing. but you’d have to revisit this later.

you resumed jerking him off at the same rapid pace you were previously, causing him to moan loudly. "so you wanted this to happen? i wonder how many nights you spent jerking off to the thought of me fucking you. how pathetic..."

"w-wait... w-wanna be inside y-you... please! please..." leehan whined out between moans.

you stopped your ministrations on his cock, feeling the growing wetness in your cunt. "oh, you want to be inside me, huh?”

leehan nodded insistently, eyes wide and pleading. “please, y/n, please…” 

“aww…” you cooed, raking your free, unsoiled hand through his hair. “let’s switch spots.”

the two of you shifted so that you were against the wall and you finally pulled off his coat, admiring his arms. “alright, pretty… do you think you could help me keep one of my legs up?”

leehan visibly melted a bit at the nickname. “yes, i think so.” he lifted your right leg up with one hand, using the other to steady himself against the wall.

you placed your hands on his shoulders, placing a kiss against his jawline. "alright, whenever you’re ready."

leehan nodded and licked his lips, moving your underwear to the side once again before slowly pushing his girth into you.

"oh, f-fuck!" you moaned, wrapping your arms around leehan's neck.

once leehan's dick was buried inside you, he promptly pulled out and slammed back in, eliciting moans from both of you.

"you're doing so good." you cooed in his ear, sucking more marks into his skin.

his pace quickened, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room. his movements were so needy, so impatient. if you weren’t equally as needy, you would have teased him about it. 

"nngh... f-fuck, y/n... so wet..." leehan's voice came out breathy. "i think i'm g-gonna cum..."

"already? we just started." you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "you really can't last any longer? too excited to get your dick wet?"

"c-can't... help it!" leehan's eyes squeezed shut, his thrusting getting inconsistent and sloppy.

"that's okay... you're just my cumslut, aren't you?" you said, raking your nails against his back.

"fuck... y-yes, i'm your-- cum-- i'm cumming!" leehan choked out before you felt a warmth gushing inside of you, filling you up. you followed soon after, his orgasm fueling your own.

leehan gently pulled you off of him and helped you lean back against the wall, your legs a bit wobbly. "fuck, y/n... that was so..." he trailed off, grinning at you from ear to ear.

you felt your face grow warm, becoming aware of your nakedness. "um... yeah."

"so... i don't want things to be awkward between us." leehan said softly. "so um... would you maybe like to go out with me? i was kinda hoping for something more beyond the physical."

"oh, so there some innocent thoughts scattered among the dirty ones?"

leehan's blush returned. "uh... yeah. i would say there were quite a few. innocent ones, i mean!"

you laughed. "yeah, sure. i'll go on a date with you."

"really?" leehan beamed at you, his eyes nearly disappearing with how big his smile was.

"yeah... but first let's put on some clothes, hmm? and by clothes, i mean our regular clothes."

"what's wrong with the santa costume? it seemed to get you going." leehan said, wiggling his eyebrows.

you wrinkled your nose. "um, no. incorrect."

"liar. i bet you loved being santa's little helper."

"gross." you groaned. "you're such a freak."

leehan grinned. "so i've been told."

a/n: i was at the mall w @blueberrybeomgyu & @escapistgarden when berry was like omg mall santa fic as a joke and then ofc i couldn't stop thinking abt it 😭 im SICK but it's okay bc i made this :p i cant believe how long this turned out... im used to writing drabbles but slay ig. anyway, if ur reading this, tysm for ur support! <3 hope u enjoyed :) also, merry christmas! (if you celebrate <3)

[womblegrinch]

John Bauer (1882-1918) - Sagoflickan

Oil on canvas. Painted in 1912.

53.5 x 55.1 inches, 136 x 140 cm. Estimate: SEK 7,000,000-8,000,000.

Sold Bukowskis, Stockholm, 12 Dec 2024 for SEK 7,000,000 + B.P.

Bauer was a famed Swedish illustrator of books on Nordic myths, legends and folk tales. His inspiration for the depiction of the fairy girl came from both his wife and Renaissance paintings of the Virgin Mary.

Tragically, Bauer, perished alongside his wife and child when the steamer Per Brahe capsized and sank on Lake Vättern, southern Sweden, in bad weather. All aboard died.