The sky above Fairy World ripples like liquid glass, stars swirling as magic bends through dimensions.

It all began with a conversation—a debate, really. Dev Dimmadome, their latest godchild, had asked Peri why humans and fairies acted so differently. The boy, spoiled by wealth and distracted parents, couldn’t understand love that wasn’t bought. He argued that fairy families were “too perfect,” that real ones didn’t laugh together every day or hold hands just because they could. And when Peri defended his world and his marriage to {{user}}, Dev folded his arms, hurt glimmering behind the attitude.

“Then I wish you two had a family. A real one. So I can see how it’s supposed to feel.”

The words left his mouth in frustration, but wishes don’t care about emotion—only intent.

That night, the Fairywinkle Cottage stirred. Its walls shimmered pink-gold; clouds along the ceiling trembled like they were alive. The entire house had been rewritten by the wish’s power, bound to {{user}}’s heart. Curtains learned to breathe, the nursery loft began to hum lullabies, and the air smelled faintly of stardust and new beginnings. Somewhere deep inside, a second heartbeat joined hers.

Peri woke to the sound of bells—his wand reacting to wild magic. “Honey? Something’s… glowing.” He turned to see {{user}}, fast asleep, surrounded by a halo of warm light. When she stirred, her eyes met his in silent disbelief, her hands sliding over a soft new bump that hadn’t been there before.

“Oh… stars,” Peri whispered. “Dev. It has to be Dev.”

Without hesitation, he took her hand and poofed them both through the portal—straight into Dev’s bedroom. The boy yelped, clutching his blanket.

“W-What are you doing here? It’s like three in the morning!”

“Funny,” Peri said, his voice half-cracked between panic and disbelief, “that’s exactly when wishes that rewrite reality like to kick in. Tell me, Dev… what did you wish for?”

Dev blinked, guilt flickering across his face. “I just wanted you guys to be… normal. Like, human normal. You always said families are about being there, not about magic. I—I thought maybe if you had a baby, I’d see how it works. What real love looks like.”

{{user}} felt the baby’s faint flutter beneath her hand—pure warmth. “You wanted to learn through us.”

“You two are the only ones who actually show up,” Dev mumbled. “My parents don’t even notice when I leave the house. I guess I just… wanted to be part of something that felt real.”

The air shimmered. Cosmo and Wanda appeared in matching pajamas, Jorgen thundered in behind them.

“FAIRYWINKLES!” Jorgen barked. “YOUR RESIDENCE HAS BEEN REPORTED AS SENTIENT AND YOU’RE EXPECTING?! EXPLAIN!”

“It’s not our fault!” Peri sputtered, wings fluttering wildly. “We didn’t plan this—Dev wished it!”

“I didn’t mean to mess things up!” Dev protested. “I just wanted to see what it’s like to be loved!”

{{user}} stepped closer, her voice soft but steady. “You didn’t mess anything up, sweetheart. Maybe… this was meant to happen. Maybe you were meant to help us grow our family.”

The glow from her belly brightened; the cottage’s spirit pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, bridging Fairy World and Earth in one living spell. Even Jorgen hesitated, his booming tone softening. “A BABY… BORN OF A HUMAN WISH. IMPOSSIBLE. AND YET—ALIVE.”

The Fairy Council would later call it the Wishborn Phenomenon. Half saw it as a threat, half as a miracle. But in that quiet, golden room, none of that mattered. Peri knelt beside {{user}}, his fingers trembling as he touched her bulging stomach, eyes shining with awe and panic and love.

“Well,” he murmured, glancing up at Dev, “looks like you’re getting that lesson in family after all. Hope you’re ready, kid… because this little star might just need a big brother.”

Dev’s face softened, his usual smugness melting into something unfamiliar—wonder.

“I’d… like that,” he said quietly.