#I gobble up each fae thing ghoul posts istg

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I’ve been obsessing over @ghouljams fae au for a hot second now and thought it’s time to pour out my fae!Oc for the fun of it all. This is completely self indulgent and literally includes none of the characters until the very end. Since most of it takes place probably centuries ago.

Kidnapping, fae magic, hints at family abuse, consuming children.

So, enjoy this unedited, written on my tablet, weird ass piece of fan fiction.

They watched the child carefully. As they had been for the last couple of days since having been accidentally summoned by the small, innocent creature. They watched from the tree line as they worked hard on the farm only to be treated horribly like siblings and parents alike. To say that Moss, Juniper, Agate or whatever they called themselves now, didn’t understand, would be an understatement. Humans, specifically older humans who hurt their young, made no sense to Moss.

The tiny tethers in the child were dazzling to see. Each tiny wish, something Moss could easily bring to reality, was granted. The mother suddenly gave the babe some extra bread, the brother tripped and fell into the dirty cow pen, the sister’s favorite dress was stained right before church. Anything the babe wished for. And the tethers shined in the sunlight. Whenever the child’s chores were done and no one was watching, it would run off close to forest line.

It stared at Moss, a twinkle in its eyes as Moss blew some pollen to the babe to make it sneeze. “Come here!” The father screamed when the babe wandered too close.

They licked their canines as they felt the desperation roll of the small child in waves. Calling Moss in closer to their prey but they were still stuck in the decision. The same one that caused hesitation each time; to keep the child or to consume it? Moss tilted their head at the small being as it took shelter underneath its bed. They would need to make their move soon or the innocence would be spoiled.

The moon was hidden, perhaps not wishing to witness the deal about to take place. Fair enough, Moss thought as they slinked into the small room. They lightly dragged their fingers down the babe’s fair skinned arm, the magic working immediately to wake them into a haze. Moss slowly led the small child out of the cottage, past the fence line and closer to the forest. “Follow me sweet one.” Moss cooed as the child sleepily obeyed. The babe yawned and rubbed their eyes as they followed this mystical creature into the forest. Moss bent down to the child’s level and their mouth practically watered at the smell of child like innocence.

“I can give you anything you want.” Moss whispered, brushing a stray brown curl behind the small child’s ear. “I just need your name sweet one.” The magic continued to trickle into the child’s sleepy head.

“I want-“ The child yawned, interrupting their sentence, “I want a nicer family.” They murmured and Moss nodded.

“I just need your name.” Moss repeated, trying to coax them into giving it up. The child bent in the closer and whispered it into the fae’s ears. A large grin appearing on their face as large tether hooked cleanly into the babe. Moss tugged on it lightly before they scooped the child up into their arms and ignored the horrified look on their face. Moss sighed in relief when they took their truer form, growing several feet in height, long fingers becoming akin to claws and teeth sharpening. Softly hushing them as they screamed and cried out before they stepped into the circle of mushrooms.

Moss blinked as the memories faded from their mind. No… they weren’t going by Moss anymore. Birdy was what they had others call them now. They couldn’t help the snort that escaped their lips at the stupid nickname. It helped distract them from the heart ache of loosing their favorite pet. Birdy had over done the tethers on it anyways. Sweet babe Elara, Birdy thought mournfully as they casted looks among the crowded streets. Nearly snapped their mortal disguise in half when they saw two of them. Three? That little chaotic one was tangled in tethers but that wasn’t what disturbed Birdy. It was the two fae that practically fawned over them. Soap and Ghost. Prices boys, Birdy didn’t see Price around and was a little relieved at that fact. Their pace quickened, Birdy had never been fond of these kinds of towns anyways.