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"hassle? surely, but at the same time you'll have help. saves you the trouble of having to find an assistant. and if you succeed, i'm sure the greene's will be very pleased with our town's fairfolk council. all of the council." happy townsfolk meant happy town, it was .. simple & direct, but it was just how the world worked. the greene's were wealthy, they'd kept their little rebel out of prison for years, had funded the workforce for a handful of projects to improve town, invested in renovations. having them on their side? always good. "recognition, proving your capabilities as an elf, showing town how far you're willing to go to help and of course, demonstrating how good you are, how merciful." nathan ...did this job long enough to know how to sell the dream. it wasn't always the truth, but most times it worked out. the council was what kept town together & he knew back then that inviting an elf in for the fair folk would potentially become an issue. this was perfect to battle that prejudice.

meanwhile noah.. just heard bits & pieces, because he was too busy shooting angry looks between his captors. the whole i'm so fucking calm & nothing can upset me demeanor the elf put up didn't help. "they're fucking useless anyway." fuck his parents. fuck them all. fuck this town.

nathan was quick to bag the contract, eager to get out & back to his desk where he could just rest his weary feet for a little while. it'd been a long... long night & he had his own issue to deal with - he didn't need anybody else's on top of his own, really. but the council had to be there for town. "i'll inform the family. thank you for your cooperation. if you need any help providing for him - be it housing or otherwise, let me know. the council backs you." he shot the elf a little last look before making his way out the door with his bag slung loosely over one shoulder.

"why do it?" once they were alone, the angry fairy sat up, feet pulled up on his chair to sit cross-legged even against gravity. "what's in it for you?" sure, he heard the fox's reasons, but .. what was it?

The councilman's dark gaze darted back and forth from Nathan to the contract, following and reading along to make sure there was not a detail that would get past him, or purposefully omitted by the other. "Prison or mentorship?" Dallas said out loud, purposefully being obvious in his attempt to be polite about Noah's situation. "Seems like a lot of hassle for anyone to take on." Even though he did have the ability to lie, he decided not to. Dal was not the type to mince his words. "So, is there any benefit in doing such a favor... or am I just to be content with the warm feeling I get for helping out?"

Dallas had to pull his focus away from the other council member to look at the young fairy in front of him. He did not get annoyed nor angry, instead he released a small exhale and offered a warm smile as if he was just told a light hearted joke. "I have to disagree, with you. Doesn't seem like it's yours anymore if it's presented neatly on this contract," he cooed, tapping his fingers on top of the document. "Seems like your parents really wanted to get rid of you they were willing to toss you to some stranger. And an elf at that!" Dallas was not ignorant of the bias that faeries had over their elven counterparts, but like everything in life, it never bothered the man. Especially now that he was in a position of power.

He took another moment at looking over the document and with a click of his pen, he signed his name at the bottom. Maybe he was doing this for the fuzzy feeling after all. "This might beat prison, right?"

#dallassong [001]#dallassong

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Dylan Sprayberry

#* . ⊹ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ғᴀᴇ. › ❨ noah. ❩#* . ⊹ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇs? ɪᴛ's ᴍɪɴᴇ. › ❨ bodyclaim. ❩

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* . ⊹ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ғᴀᴇ. › ❨ noah. ❩

* . ⊹ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇs? ɪᴛ's ᴍɪɴᴇ. › ❨ bodyclaim. ❩

* . ⊹ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ? ɴᴀʜ. › ❨ isms. ❩

* . ⊹ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ sᴛᴏʀʏ. ғ ᴏғғ. › ❨ headcanon. ❩

#* . ⊹ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ғᴀᴇ. › ❨ noah. ❩#* . ⊹ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇs? ɪᴛ's ᴍɪɴᴇ. › ❨ bodyclaim. ❩#* . ⊹ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ? ɴᴀʜ. › ❨ isms. ❩#* . ⊹ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ sᴛᴏʀʏ. ғ ᴏғғ. › ❨ headcanon. ❩

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noah. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.

Is that DYLAN SPRAYBERRY? No, that’s NOAH GREENE. The 21 year old FAIRY OMEGA MALE (HE/HIM) is a/an/the STUDENT & ASSISTANT (TO THE FAIR FOLK COUNCIL). If you ask their friends, they’re known to be CONFIDENT & INDEPENDENT, but beware, they’re also known to be RECKLESS & REBELLIOUS. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.

BASIC INFO

full name — Noah Greene age — twenty (april 1st) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) second gender — omega occupation — faircouncil slave assistant clothing style — punk-ish, holes, tears, pins etc. and jeans

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Dylan Sprayberry hair — brown / eyes — blue height — five foot & five inches build — compact, lil stocky but thin waist and big arms scars — a few from fights he picked by spreading his no-shits-given attitude tattoos — a few, family emblem on his wrist (not his decision), an anarchy for fae logo on the back of his neck piercings — a bunch, eyebrow, ear, nipples, lip special characteristics — no shits given attitude, will pop the finger at pretty much everybody sexual preference— bratty bottom sub kinks — breeding, tell him what a good boy he is, praise, nipple play (pierciiiiiings), spanking, put pretty things on him (a shiny plug or collar or something), manhandling (he's a brat, be ready) anti-kinks — scat, gore

PERSONALITY

alignment — chaotic neutral positive traits — confident, independent, kind negative traits — reckless, rebellious, brat, feisty, unfriendly hobbies — rebellion keeps him busy

MEDICAL INFO

mental — n/a physical — healthy bby phobias — n/a eyesight — 17/20 dominant hand — right hand drug use — nop alcohol use — yep, even tho he's not allowed oops. diet — annoyed by all the fancy-ass rich people food from home, he's big into fast food

BACKGROUND

birthplace — new haven, CT parents — Alkara Greene & Noraine Greene siblings — Alwyn, Islwyn and Shania (all older by 10 ish years) education — high school drop out notable skills — fighting his parents, arguing about the exact same thing over and over and over, disagreeing with everything someone else says

Born with not only a silverspoon in his proverbial mouth, but an entire collection of silver cutlery, Noah should've grown up to be the happiest child with the most fulfilled life one could imagine. And for a long time it was exactly that, or it felt like it, but Noah never quite felt like he ... was right where he was. It might've been the fact his siblings were all much older than him and he'd been somewhat of an accident, or maybe it was because they were all so incredibly good at everything - they were Fairies after all, that he just .. knew he'd never be able to compete.

They were tall, blonde, blue-eyed and smart. Alwyn was going to law school - a year early than was normal, Islwyn was a resident at the hospital and Shania had just opened her own restaurant under the ever-watchful eye of the town's council. They were all in meaningful and yet arranged relationships with other Fairy partners and it was honestly kind of disgusting to watch sometimes. It wasn't normal, being so goddamn perfect.

And so Noah decided to be the exact opposite. No oppression, no ... letting them dictate life for him, no pushing him into being someone he wasn't. He was wild, he didn't like school, he didn't like authority, he ... just wanted to be left alone. He wanted to fuck shit up and leave a path of destruction in his wake. It wasn't even that he hated his family, he just ... didn't want to be part of it. Sure, they probably loved him, but ... they sucked at showing it - really.

He ran away from home a few times, slept in abandoned buildings (yes, even New Haven had some) out by the fields, but someone always found him and he was dragged back - kicking and screaming to once again find himself in a golden cage of .... wealth. Ungrateful, spoiled, brat. He was aware, thank you, but he also couldn't give any less shits than ... none.

So, he got himself into trouble. He stole from the mall, he cracked windows of store wherever he went, his trusty bat always with him wherever he went and he picked fights whenever he could. It was... freeing, feeling his blood pumping and adrenaline take over. But it never lasted unfortunately and so he kept on going higher and further - harder and faster.

Until he got himself caught. Again. Only this time ... the council was involved and Noah was faced with two options. Be the first Fairy in jail among vampires, weres and sharks or ... work for a better future. My ass, what a bunch of nonsense. But he ... had no other option than to accept, because no way in fucking hell was he going to replace his golden cage with iron bars.

And so he met Dallas Song.

#wtnhintro #intro.

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"i think so, yeah." noah didn't doubt his own capabilities at all, confident in his worth - even if nobody else saw it beyond his heritage & the money he was potentially worth. two things he couldn't give any less shits about, truly. the difference between him & the elf was undeniable even without noah sporting his wings. their ears alone told enough of the story, but he knew that there was only one way out of this & it was right through the middle. "you probably expect a thank you, but given that i don't wanna be here.. i'll just sit." noah had never been bothered by the fairy's inability to lie. he saw no reason to deny the truth anyway. if someone couldn't handle the truth, then .. that was their problem - not another person's.

nathan watched the exchange with a soft sigh on his lips. he'd expected it to go ... almost like that unfortunately, but who else could possibly do this of not someone who understood their kind better than anybody else ever could? you couldn't read about what it's like to be a fairy. or elf. that was unfortunately something nathan had to accept defeat on. "the parents are out. it's prison or you. the parents have chosen for him, but ultimately - if you sign .. the choice will be yours. the contract includes guardianship for the boy till he's passed twenty-five years or served five years and 3 months of sentence." one might say nathan was describing full ownership of a living being, but that would mean admitting his parents sold the boy for ..peace of mind, at best. nathan doubted that'd help the tension in the room even just slightly. "he'll need a place to stay, he'll need food. guidance. you succeed, he might have a chance one day."

noah had sat down, but listening to the two idiots really pissed him off & he shot the elf a glare, then spun around in his seat to spread the love at nathan, too. "he is right here while you talk about his life, but okay, sure."

The situation that New Haven was in, and Dallas for that matter, was nothing short of a catastrophe. Although the man did coerce his way into getting the position, he knew that dealing with the attack was a challenge that none of the members was prepared for. And yet, with all the chaos that ensued, the elf believed himself to be wholly capable of dealing with all of this.

Unfortunately, Nathan decided it was appropriate to add the additional responsibility of dealing with the delinquent son of a family. If Dallas was any further in his career, he probably would have rejected the charity outright. But of course, this was only the beginning, so he had to seem cooperative if he wanted any sort of leverage around here.

So, he worked in his office, waiting for the eventual knock that would echo across his office. And without being a surprise, the introduction was already on the wrong foot. "Charming, aren't you?" He said with a smile. Despite his annoyance with the matter, Dallas has had a lot of practice on how to keep his composure and conduct himself. He was an elf after all, and he used his ability to lie to his advantage. "Please, sit." With a gentle movement of his hand, he directed to the chair across from him. As if Dal cared if the young fae chose to sit or not.

The council member then turned his gaze to his peer. "After this lovely introduction, I'm sure this is the young man you discussed with me about." Dal first began, leaning back on the chair. A gentle creak from the metal workings barely being heard and yet disturbing the short silence. "So, what are the exact conditions for this agreement? Will the parents be involved? Am I expected to take him under my care?"

#dallassong [001]#dallassong

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@dallassong

day 01.

fuck everything.

fuck this stupid-ass town & fuck the council - their ridiculous rules & regulations when it came to everybody except their corrupt selves. he may be a kid as the adults liked to call him, which - yeah, fuck them for that, too, but noah wasn't stupid. he saw things. it was so obvious when an elf was chosen to lead their community in new haven. it'd always been fairies, always. it was just the order of things, because their kind existed before. it was just. but this town fucked that up, too. like it did everything else - clearly, because if they were all doing as well as they pretended, then it wouldn't be falling apart, would it? literally.

noah didn't want to be another little cog in a huge fucked-up system, which was what he was being punished for with this. sent off on his merry way because his parents no longer wanted to deal with the renegade child & practically dumped by a stranger's feet - like a damn dog. fuck everything, really. part of him didn't give any shits whatsoever about the law, the consequences of him just not turning up for this ...appointment he was told he better attend. would he be on his best behaviour as it had been demanded of him?

nah.

body language running amuck as he went to meet his .... council dude who thought he was the big head honcho in town now, maybe even tell him just what exactly noah thought of him. yep. maybe this was a good thing, actually. not many got the chance to talk to their pack leaders like that. the choice whether or not he would attend wasn't his, though - as he was picked up by a cop with nathan in tow & they'd even lead him inside right in front of the elf's office.

gentle knock announced the group's presence before they pushed in through the door with an angry fairy in their midst. "this some kinda naughty group meeting?"

#dallassong #dallassong [001]#noah x dallas #let the shenanigans commenceeeee xD

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