Pixies Dryads And

There were rules to living as a human, but no one seemed to know the ones when you lose that title. Not even Ranboo himself knew, everything was different now. Being a changeling had never felt more confusing.—“Soon I’ll be calling you my little pixie, huh? Or a dryad, if you take after me.” Techno hums, lowering his hand as he continues walking. Ranboo shakes the surprise off as he hurries after the fae.“I’m not little.” He points out, frowning. “I’m nineteen and six foot six. I’m practically a giant.”“To Phil maybe.” Techno snorts, taking a sharp turn. Ranboo follows with ease, knowing the way home by heart now. “You’re practically a newborn, a small babe. Baby, child-““I get it!” He shoves Techno with his shoulder, looking away out of embarrassment. “I’m young compared to you. Don’t need to rub it in…”“Can’t help it when you pout like that.” Techno pinched his cheek, causing him to slap the other’s hand.“I don’t pount.” At the disbelieving look his father gives him, Ranboo stops, narrowing his eyes on the other. “…I don’t.”Or: The three times Ranboo finds himself being treated like he was something more then human.