#ghouls fae!au

[maelstrom007]

I've got the @ghouljams Fae!au brainrot, and I needed to write more about my OC Mal. This time, featuring ghoul's OC Love, and Fae!Ghost. Thank you so much for letting me borrow them! I hope I do them justice, and they're not too out of character. While it's implied that Mal already knows Witch (I think their friendship started well before this) I thought this was an interesting way to bring Mal into the darlings and 141's sphere of influence.

I hope you enjoy!

Mal stood at the far wall of their crafting space, studying their old leather bound notebook. It was an account of every project they’d ever undertaken here at the shop, filled to the brim with notes. Currently, it was open to the last commission on their list for this quarter, someone wanting a garment that would fill them with confidence after a particularly difficult time in their life. Before them stood several cones of yellow and orange cotton that they had dyed with this intention in mind. Now to decide what it would become. Mal closed their eyes, imagining the customer in their head, how their shoulders had hunched and neck sunk involuntarily. They needed something to straighten up, bring some height back into their frame. A jacket would do them nice. 

Mal took the cones to their warping board, a square frame with pegs hanging on the wall, and readied the yarn. Before they began Mal closed their eyes once again, taking deep breaths and pressing their bare feet firmly into the floor as they grounded themselves. Once they were settled, they imagined in their mind what their customer would look like in this new jacket. How their face would be full of warmth and joy, how much taller they would stand, the swagger and spring in their step as they walked. Mal let the feeling wash over them, filling themselves up with the giddy confidence. Full of energy, Mal began the warping process, tying an orange yarn to one peg and wrapping it around sequential pegs until it was as long as their fabric needed to be, then doubling back and following that same path back. 

Maintaining this confident headspace Mal continued on, occasionally switching between colors to create a shimmering ombre across the warp. This warp will act as the vertical threads when they weave the fabric later on tonight. Already they could see the gentle halo radiating off of the threads as the intent gets buried deeper and deeper. By the end it’ll be radiant like the sun. 

The slight jostle of someone attempting to open the front door made Mal accidentally skip a peg, breaking them out of their concentration. Immediately the halo of the current length they were working on dimmed, forcing them to backtrack and do their best to bring themselves back into the confident headspace. They didn’t really care if someone was at the door, there was no reason for anyone to be there and thus no reason to give them the time of day. Pick up was always reserved for the last week of the month, and they hadn’t pulled aside the heavy curtains hanging from the gutters that prevented humans from seeing the shop, and warned Fae from entering without an invitation. No, those get pulled when Mal’s commission list was empty and ready for new customers. Which it wasn’t. 

The jostle returns again and only a well timed breath keeps the bubbling anger from making its way into the warp. They tied it off and stepped away with a sigh. They couldn’t afford to keep having their concentration disrupted by the mystery person at the door. 

Opening the door reveals a girl, smiling brightly, “Hey, I think your doors locked.”

“It’s not,” Mal replies. Not in the physical sense anyway. Witch’s wards are strong and clever like that. Although they will have to check up on the curtains outside. Nobody should have been able to find their shop with them pulled shut, although now there was a clear section that was pulled to the side where the girl seemingly forced her way through. Those damn Moth’s were probably nibbling on it again. 

The girl stares at them for a moment, as if expecting them to say more. Evidently the silence becomes too long as she presses on, “Aren’t you going to let me in?” 

“Why would you want in?”

“Because you’re a business? And I’d like to do business here?” The exasperated look on the girl's face is enough to set Mal’s teeth on edge. 

“Pushy aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now come on, I want to get something nice for my boyfriend and he’s going to pick me up any minute now.”

Something about the girl’s big, insistent eyes made Mal’s resolve crack, “Fine. You’ve caught me in an indulgent mood.” Mal turned around, walking back towards the counter, “What are you thinking of?”

When the girl didn’t immediately follow they turned around again, only to see her seemingly stuck mid stride, foot unable or unwilling to touch the hardwood floor of the storefront. Curious. The girl seemed perfectly human to them, but looks could be deceiving. 

“You’re welcome in, for this transaction,” her foot fell with a solid thump, and she continued walking in as if nothing had happened.

“So I’d like to get something for my boyfriend.”

Mal settled in and flipped their notebook to a new page, “So you’ve said.”

“Yeah, well I know that he likes to cover up a lot, but recently his gloves have been falling apart and what with Winter coming up I don’t want his hands to be cold-”

As the girl talked, Mal kept a close eye on her chest, watching for any tethers that shone brighter than the others. Humans, and sometimes Fae, had a hard time deciding what their real intent was for a gift, and sifting through their tethers was always easier than getting it out of them through words. Except that the more this girl talked, the more her chest started to light up like a god damn christmas tree. She was tangled and pierced and snared on so many hooks it was almost distressing, and one in particular burned so bright it almost hurt Mal’s eyes to look at.

“Excuse me,” Mal interrupted her, “but may I?” they said, pointing towards the brightly glowing tether at the center of her chest. 

“Uh, sure,” she said, slightly confused but trusting all the same. 

Reaching out they gently snagged the tether with the tip of their pinky finger. Even with that small amount of contact all they could think of was LOVE LOVE LOVE. So much love, and passion, and desperation, and protectiveness. 

Within the next second, Mal’s ears popped as air that used to be in the space behind the girl forcibly vacated in favor of someone apparating there in its place. Mal stumbled back, eyebrows raised in shock as the absolutely massive fucker came into focus. Piercing brown eyes peered out through a pale white skull mask, with one hand wrapping protectively around the girl's chest and the other landing solidly on the table creating an effective barrier between them and Mal. 

“What’s wrong, Love?” The man's voice was deep, and although he was addressing the girl, (the capital L was obvious in his tone) his eyes never left Mal’s. 

“Well I was going to get you a surprise gift, but I guess that’s not happening anymore.”

“Why were they touching you.”

Mal straightened, “I received permission, if that is your concern. I was only attempting to see what her true intent was for this gift.” Despite the way he was glaring, Mal could tell this man didn’t think they were a threat, at least not physically.

On closer inspection the guys gloves did look as if they were threadbare, ready to fall apart if a stiff breeze came through. He was fae, no doubt about it, and even his human form commanded respect. Mal could see the shimmery effect of the fae’s obscura, hinting at a much larger and much more. . .sinister silhouette. They could do better, break up the outline of his body like camo on a soldier's fatigues, but something told them that he wouldn’t appreciate being upsold at the moment.

“And what was my intention?” Love looked almost giddy to know, leaning over the counter top with a manic grin on her face. 

Mal quickly looked between Love and the man, trying to gauge the pro’s and con’s of this whole interaction. 

“Go on,” he said. 

“Well, it seemed like Love here wanted to stake a claim on you. To possess and protect you as much as you do her.” 

Like a seesaw, Love rocked backwards into the man's embrace, wrapping her arms up around his neck and giggling, “Yeah, I guess I am a little obsessed with you.”

For once he looked a little bit out of his depth, and once again Mal almost had to shield their eyes from the sun that seemed to light up between the two. Jesus these two were co dependent as all hell. 

“So,” Mal said, desperate to get this conversation over with, “any design you want in particular?”

“Oh, right, I think his gloves should be dark black, with white details that look like finger and hand bones. And can you make them really warm and soft? Am I asking for too much? You’ll tell me if it’s too much right? Also-”

Mal dutifully took notes, not even attempting to get a word in edgewise as Love rambled on. Briefly looking up, Mal saw the masked man curled contentedly around and over top Love’s much smaller form like a mountain sized cat. It was hard to find him intimidating now that his eyes were full of love and adoration. 

What a strange pair indeed.

[ghouljams]

Fae using magic to make their partners bodies adapt when mating is so hot!!! 😩 The thought that it would break them if it wasn't for Fae manipulating their anatomy... screaming crying throwing up

The monster fuckers can come get their juice now, I'm doing monster fucking, size queen, shit.

It should hurt, it should split you open until you scream and sob, but when König pushes his monstrous cock into you it's slick and pulsing. You can't take your eyes off of it, your breath hitching in your chest as he pushes and pushes it into your tight cunt. It must be magic that keeps you from ripping, must be magic that let's your pussy hug his cock like a vice as he eases each inch into you. Not even halfway through and you can tell his cock is starting to bulge out your stomach, you clench around him and a monstrous growl echoes through the forest. He stretches you past what you ever thought possible, squeezes against every soft spot within you, and lets you feel every delicious inch of him. You can feel every vein, the ridge of his bulbous head where it butts against your cervix. Fuck, he's already hit the end, there's no more space for him.

König grinds against you, stirring you with his fat cock and making heat sizzle up your spine. You whine, eyes fixed between your legs at the monster settled inside you, the length left to go. König gives a testing thrust and something in you shifts. You jerk, arch your back with a breathless gasp as your body adjusts for him, forces itself to make room for the cock bigger than your arm. It's like nothing you've ever felt before. You stare, unseeing, at the forest your body wrapping around König like it was made for him as he slides every fat inch into your cunt. Your eyes roll back, you can feel him nudge your ribs, can feel him stretching your shirt and pushing against the already sliced waistband of your pants, god...

His drool drips onto the forest floor, mushrooms sprouting from the decaying leaves where it pools. You can hear the low growl vibrating through his chest, can feel the creak of the claws holding you up, the spread of them, the way his pinky presses against the head of his cock. You look down and whimper at the absolutely destruction that must be coursing through your body, the huge cock magically forced inside of you. You can't bring a single thought to your head, can only do your best to swallow down the greedy drool that fills your mouth, and listen to the wind whispering at the presence of a king. You may as well be a fleshlight in his hands. You can't feel your legs.

König moves you up and down his cock, using you to pleasure himself. You watch the motion of it greedily, fascinated, you must be dead ten times over to be letting this happen. But it doesn't hurt, there's just the warm aching drag of his thick cock against your insides. Each gummy inch of your cunt tries to keep him inside, clenching when he bumps your sensitive spots, making tight heat pool in your stomach. It's such a heavy pressure, unyielding, and deadly the way it shocks pleasure up your spine with each inch of movement. You come on his cock without meaning too, the orgasm too deep and wanting for you to anticipate, it breaks through you and König whines at the squeeze of your walls around him.

"Meine Königin," he rumbles, the very air, the click of his claws and teeth, the rustle of his fur and spines, seem to speak for him, "if you don't relax it's going to hurt."

You take a shaking breath and tip your head back to look up at the monster over you. His eyes are red, his teeth like tombstones. You stick your tongue out for him, your lips parted and your eyes bleary with barely contained tears. He smiles, and dips down to shove his tongue down your throat, the appendage wiggling inhumanly to stretch your poor throat the way his cock has stretched your pussy. He only pulls away when your lungs are starting to burn and your vision is starting to darken at the edges. You suck in a breath as he pulls you up the length of his cock and shoves you back down. The burn of it rips through you, and you scream for the whole forest to hear.

"Little masochist," König chastises, "of course you'd want it to hurt."

[elmaxlys]

Power, from Chainsaw Man - for @ginkochama

Vanilla Extract - for @firehananas

Ewen Müller - for @space-diablo

Pit, from Kid Icarus - for @canadianlucifer

Hoito Roma, from Tokyo Ghoul - for @just-another-tokyo-ghoul-fan (I hope you don't mind that I made it Fae AU 🙈)

Ein, from Tenkuu Shinpan - for @normalsnails

I hope you guys like them 🤗💕💕💕

[waves-against-a-cliff]

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.

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Forgotten sorrows

Chapter 6

Fae!Soap X Female Reader

Witch X Rún X Price

Price warns Soap to stay away from you for his own good and you enjoy a day out with your best friend. Seeing her in pretty dresses might have cause your brain to short circuit with very dirty thoughts plaguing your mind. It doesn't help when Price decides to butt in on you flirting with her.

Warnings: MDNI, smut (Rún thinking about Witch and Price, no Soap this time sorry i got carried away but I'll include it in the future chapters maybe...that depends on if this ship lasts) kissing, oral sex, fingering, light bondage, Top/Bottom, dark themes, mention of trauma, light angst, cursing, hurt/comfort sorry if I missed any.

I'm so sorry I've been gone so long again you might as well just expect chapters at a monthly pace lol. I fought myself so much writing this chapter because i was in such an angsty mood but i had promised to be sweeter and that what i wanted to deliver. I was literally doing a 'Ricky when I catch you Ricky' with my own brain lol. I know I said I'd include Rún thirsting after Soap with some smut and you all voted on it but i just don't think Rún likes him enough to willing let herself think about him like that yet. Especially since she thinks he's fucking her sister. I'm not comfortable with writing cheating. Even though he's so hot. It's got to wait until he confirms he never done anything romantic with Daisy. Your getting smut with Witch X Rún X Price though hope you enjoy that. Hopefully in the next chapter I'll include some real light smut and more fluff. Feel free to send me ideas or questions about the story if you don't understand anything. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams I feature their Oc in my writing, send them some love. This story wouldn't exist without them. Thanks again to @ghouljams hyping me up to post this chapter. Your the best!!! Also shout-out to 🦖 anon on ghouls blog who's Ocs I mentioned in this chapter.

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Soap laid on Gaz's bed trying to get air back into his lungs. After being fucked into the mattress, on request of course. His wrists were raw from the bounds he was just in, the pain helped distract him from his racing thoughts. Gaz comes into the bedroom freshly washed and glistening with water droplets, a white towel wrapped around his waist. Soap turned to admire his figure as he opened his closet to get dressed for a night out. He drank in the sight of Gaz's toned body and wet skin. Getting up he presses himself into Gaz and starts kissing up his defined back towards his neck while pulling him back towards himself. His skin smelled nice and he felt his cock harden with his familiar scent and warmth.

"Enough you mad dog! I've been fucking you for the better part of today. I need to go hunt. Don't you dare leave hickeys on me", Gaz said, pushing Soap back with his hand as he grabbed his clothes. Soap whined and tried clinging onto him like a lost puppy.

"But ah need yer support right noo mate, dinnae be sae heartless", he wrapped his thick arms around his torso preventing Gaz from moving. Getting fed up with Soap's clinginess Gaz snapped his fingers causing the ropes on the headboard to spring alive and restrain Soap back to the bed. His wrists and arms were bound as the ropes coiled around him. He tried escaping but to no avail. In the time he was struggling Gaz managed to dress and style his hair quickly. Soap continued to throw a hissy fit as Gaz put his socks on.

"I'll restrain your legs too if you don't stop", Gaz directed a pointed look at the exposed man laying on his bed. He was covered in bites and rope marks given to him again on his own request.

"What am ah supposed tae dae while ye're gone", he grunts aspirated, flexing his bound arms still trying to escape.

"Come with me and find someone else to fuck if you're so pent up, I've done the best I can. Almost blew my back out for you with how rough you wanted it today", Gaz gets up looking for his shoes when he hears a knock on his door. Both men exchange glances before Gaz snaps his fingers releasing Soap.

"Get cleaned up and dressed I'll go check what Price wants", Gaz walks out the room not waiting for Soap to answer.

Gaz walks down the hall to open the door for Price. He could recognise the smell of his cigars anywhere. It was unusual for him to visit at night though. More often than not business was done in the early hours unless it was a premeditated attack. The door swings open and Price stands outside with his hands full with takeaway food. The smell of his recent cigar was clinging to him like pollen does to bees. Gaz steps to the side to allow him in, breathing in the residue of the smoke as he walked by. It was comforting in an odd way.

Price came in going towards the living to set the bags of food down. While Gaz trailed behind him waiting for Price to begin talking.

"I need you to do some digging on someone from the winter court", he turned to face Gaz. "It doesn't need to be done tonight but I'd like the information by the end of the week", Price writes down who he's talking about and what kind of information he's looking for before telling Gaz to enjoy the food he brought and to have a quiet night with Soap since he's gonna need some company after what he's going to tell him.

When Soap was showered and dressed he met with Price in Gaz's living room. Gaz was lounging on the sofa enjoying his Chinese with 'Come Dine With Me' on the Tv.

"Ah thought we were going out?", Soap gave him a questioning look.

Gaz shrugged and said he changed his mind and focused back on the Tv. Price was sitting beside him waiting for Soap. He eyed the bags of takeaway wondering why there was so much food for 3 people. Soap took a seat and grabbed a container from the open bag and began eating, waiting for an explanation for Price's late visit. Maybe they could invite Ghost over for a boy's night. A change of pace would be nice from his insistent drinking. Soap noticed Price wasn't eating either. So he assumed he wasn't going to be staying long.

"I just dropped by to tell you to leave Rún alone, do whatever you want with Daisy but Rún is off limits", after finishing his sentence Price stood up to leave with the other bag of food.

"Wait? What? Why!?", Soap put down his food and hurried after Price. Gaz just glanced at them and continued watching his show, too tired to get involved. Maybe if he hadn't fucked Soap so hard he'd have some energy to help but he didn't. Probably needed a hot water bottle for his back.

"I don't understand why you're so upset, there's a whole city for you to hunt from. Just leave the girl alone, she's been through enough already and my Witch will more than likely end you if you try anything with her. So I'm warning you in advance, find someone else", Price left no room for negotiation and apparated his smoke swirling where he once stood.

Soap sunk down into the armchair as Gaz continued to eat. He held his head between his hands as he tried to understand what just happened.

"You're that whipped huh? This the same girl you met at the Renaissance festival? Or the other one you couldn't take your eyes off?", Gaz lets out a chuckle. "No wonder you came to me, it's ok mate there's plenty of fish in the sea. You'll find a decent meal soon."

Soaps first instinct was to protest what Gaz had just said. That you weren't just a meal to him but stopped himself by pressing his lips together. That's all you should be though, a source of sustenance nothing more. He wanted to delude himself into believing the only reason he wanted to expose and get rid of Daisy was to get to you. To make you trust him, to let him inside your mind. He didn't want to admit that his heart stirred when he thought of you rather than his stomach. Or that you had a little corner all to yourself, where you fluttered around carelessly. Tugging at his heartstrings from time to time.

He wanted to devour you, to slowly wear down your walls. To be allowed inside your turbulent mind, he wanted to sink his teeth into the tender parts of yourself you kept hidden. He wanted to cut you open and take you somewhere far away where he could consume you slowly and in peace. Away from prying eyes. Where he could painstakingly inspect every crevice of your mind and soul. While he basked in the taste of your sweet flesh and blood. He'd stitch you back together piece by piece once he was satisfied. Finally satiating his heart on how and why you had wormed your way into his mind. Or what magic did you cast over him to make him constantly think of you.

This is what his true nature was, a predator. Well that's what he's been telling himself. Not the silly lovesick puppy he thought you were trying to make him become with your gentle smile and mischievous eyes. Yeah, this was your fault he thought. You shouldn't have been born so sweet and kind. What other choice does he have but to steal you away from everyone else. Especially those who didn't know how to truly appreciate the value of your blood. He can still feel the weight of your little drawing in his void. You were too good for him to destroy and deplete without discretion. He'd be no different than Daisy who was using you without actually acknowledging the gem she had in her grasp. It would be like chugging down expensive Scotch. No he was going to truly savour you, down to your bones. But that was all it was, this was just about his own hunger. He didn't care for you….. no truly he didn't but for some reason those words wouldn't leave his mouth.

You weren't his typical prey, you weren't easy to hook. You didn't fall for pretty words or shallow complements. You didn't look at him like other people did. You weren't affected by his looks or his magic. On top of that you wanted nothing to do with him. Or was that just what you wanted him to think? He had caught your heated gaze on multiple occasions. Perhaps you felt too guilty acknowledging your own feelings, especially taboo ones like these. You probably wouldn't forgive yourself if you confessed to your sister's man. Not that he considered himself her man, he hadn't even kissed her. There was no need too, when all she wanted was to gain connections and contacts from him. But you found him attractive at the very least. He could work with that.

The fact you didn't have the sight was unusual. He didn't get to take a closer look into your bewitching eyes since you liked avoiding his gaze. But he was grateful for the fact you couldn't see his true form. His only redeeming quality in your eyes as of now. If he lost that he wouldn't know where to start in winning you over. He so desperately wanted to hook you. To bind you you him in a way you couldn't escape easily. He knew he was in for a challenge. You seem like the evasive kind, the kind the could slip through fingers like dry sand. This was no short of trying to capture the wind. It's what make it all the more fun. The chase, the uncertainty, the sweet taste of blood when you finally get caught in his trap.

He didn't want to disobey Price but you weren't someone he was willing to let go so easily. Good thing Price hadn't used a tether to stop him, it was just a warning. He could deal with the witch, he has before. Though that perfume she wore last time they met was atrocious. He just needed to avoid seeing her again, at least she didn't know him by name. What's the worst that can happen? He doubted Price would let his witch kill him. He knew his own value in Price's heart, he could definitely use it to his advantage when pleading his case after he was done with you. He'll be good to you in your short lived life. He'll promise you that.

He just sighed and went back to eating. He'll come up with a plan sooner or later but in the meantime he needed to utilise Daisy. That was the only bridge he could use to get closer to you. You were too smart for his typical tactics, but he'll find a way around that. Maybe he'd have to go old school. But being near you would be enough for now.

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Witch had your damaged necklace in her hand. She had brought it back with her after checking on your condition before leaving you to rest. It brought back good memories of your healing. It was a shame it was burnt now. She took off the knot pendant from the burnt bark and put it in a bowl and went to go find a silver chain to go with the pendant instead, after finding it she placed it in the bowl as well. She began her cleansing ritual and started preparing a protection spell to cast on the necklace as it soaked in Acacia flower water. She plucked some asters from her dried bouquet to grind into a powder as well as rosemary, rue and angelica as she chants the spell. She covers the bowl to let it soak.

She stood there for a second just getting her thoughts into place after finishing the spell. You were sleeping peacefully in your room when she went to check on you. While taking a look at your burns again she saw you had tried clawing at your chest. There were red blood marks on your sternum.

She wonders if you crave having tethers like other fae do. Did you yearn for the bond that they created? But you seldom ask for anything. Even for your gifts or favours. Not with her, not with anyone you help. It's been like that since the first day she met you. You'd have a gift ready to give in exchange for any help you would ask from her until she had to stop you. You already knew not to say thank you, and you had previous knowledge of fae until your memory seal was put in place. After that everything was taught to you again by her grandmother and her, not that you would believe in it but you listened regardless and followed what you were told. She supposes that you became a lot like her in that regard. You were very careful not to get tethered. Or if you did ever need help you'd have a repayment ready before a tether took hold. You were hyper independent to a fault, you'd only come to her when things were out of your control, not before. She knew the reason why as well, though she wished you had more trust in your friendship with her to know she'd never see you as a burden.

She took a step back from her workstation to go stoke the fire that was dwindling. Getting comfortable on the armchair, she let the flames lick at her feet. She mulled over her thoughts on how to help you or just reassure you that things will be okay. Tampering with your memories again wasn't going to do you any favours. What if ten years down the line the seal breaks again, who knows what state your mind would be in then. Maybe this was a good time to heal from past trauma rather than try to forget everything. This could open your eyes to how your sister has been treating you all these years.

She knew of the promise you made to your sister, that you'd look after her in the name of family but this was just exploitation at this point. Well it always was on Daisy's end. She doesn't think Daisy ever considered you as family but you did and you continue to delude yourself into thinking this is what family was.

Her eyes landed on a box sitting high on her shelves, strongly warded and locked. It was made of eucalyptus wood from Egypt. Given to her on her trip to Faiyum by a coven who she assumed was from the region. The box had their symbol on it but she wasn't able to find substantial information on the coven even using her connections. A nepenthe draught they had called it but she couldn't verify it herself. The liquid was too small to run tests on or to analyse without wasting it. Nepenthe, a fictional elixir many had debunked as opium or weed as a way to forget worries. No witch she knew actually knew how to make the potion. The coven didn't really specify how the drug worked or what it did exactly. There were potions similar to that of nepenthe, potions that altered memories or made you forget entirely but they said that nepenthe was a gift of new life entirely. To leave one's past behind to begin anew. It was for the mortals or fae who had lived too long, had seen too much. Unlike other potions and draughts the effects of nepenthe were rumoured to be irreversible. Once drunk there was no going back to your previous life. But all that was speculation. She had never seen anyone use or procure a nepenthe draught. She didn't even realise it was an actual thing until they had given it to her with cryptic words as they left without asking for anything in return not even a tether took hold. She wasn't able to track or trace the origins of the box or the coven. It was as if they never existed.

"When winds clash from all four seasons, chaos will ensue. The choice will lay in your hands, on who you choose to subdue", she repeated their words to herself.

She didn't really know what to do with the draught, so she kept it safe in her home after her return from Faiyum. Which was hurried by your hospitalisation. She had contemplated on what the words meant since then, with zero luck. She only had ties to Summer nor did she engage with Fae from the high courts except for Price but that didn't count since he didn't involve her in his work. But there was no point thinking about it now she needed to figure out a way to help you.

She felt a wave of magic course through her wards before she felt his presence reappear. He was in the kitchen putting down food as she walked in.

"Should we wake her?", he asked.

"No, let her rest, she hasn't slept properly for the last few days."

-

The air was a little stuffy with notes of musk and wood floating through it. You picked up on the scent quickly when you had entered the quaint little shop at the end of the alley with Witch. The shop also smelled of wax and incense and the walls were lined with jars and jars of odd things. Some had claws, others had hair. You wondered where the shopkeeper got his supplies from. Witch was conversing while you walked around the quiet store. There was no one here beside the three of you.

Witch had thought it would do you some good to get out, especially after yesterday's incident. So here you were, helping her gather and stock up on her supplies. It wasn't much different from you going to your favourite art store in the city. It's been a while since you've seen ‘the old hen’, the owner of the store. A sweet old lady who had given you your first job at 16. You worked for her up until you graduated from college. She was very kind to you, to this day you buy your supplies from there unless it's a niche item you're looking for. You remember getting your first paycheck and buying the more expensive art supplies you could only dream of having before. You even got a staff discount. You had also made a friend called Mimi a couple years ago when you were working but she didn't stay long though and you haven't seen her since. She might return though she said she would. She had taught you a lot about painting more so than your actual art teacher. You catch yourself smiling at the memory. Even with all your horrible memories that had resurfaced. Remembering the nicer ones just felt warmer and sweeter than before. Much like an oasis in the desert.

You browse the store as Witch continues discussing the more rare items she was looking for. Your eyes land on a murky jar with eyeballs in it. Were those human eyeballs? They seemed like it. You were hoping it was just a prank, a gag joke to make customers laugh. Why would the shopkeeper have human eyeballs? You take a closer look trying to decipher if they were real or fake. An eye twitches and turns to face you. You clamp your hand over your mouth to prevent a scream from escaping. Once that eye had turned in your direction the rest of them did too. It's an odd staring contest you're having with roughly 20 eyeballs. To say you were unnerved is an understatement. But this was your life now you couldn't just ignore the existence of fae and magic like you did before. Slowly stepping back from their direction, you make your way towards your best friend. She's finalising her order as you approach her. You rest your chin on her shoulder as you watch the shopkeeper weigh and pack her order into brown paper bags tied with red strings. It was strangely captivating watching him do the task. She cups your face gently with her hand as you both watch the shopkeeper's packing skills. Her head turns slightly to place a kiss on your cheek as you continue watching.

"Bored?", she inquires. You just shake your and make a humming sound. Her warmth seeps into your skin as she continues to caress your face with her delicate fingers. Once everything was packed you two moved onto the next store she needed to visit arms linked. The day went by like this, with you two running errands and enjoying each other's company. Around mid afternoon you two finished your late lunch in a cute cafe and decided to walk home.

The September air had developed a sharp edge to it as the sun was lowering in the sky. The warmth once acuminated, now fading by the second. Your only source of heat was Witch's hand holding yours as you two admired old cobblestone buildings on your way back making idle chatter. You really should have dressed more warmly, but heavy clothing always felt restrictive to you. You preferred lightweight, airy, breathable fabrics to shroud your figure. You enjoyed the way the wind would play with your dresses and skirts during all the seasons. Air coursing through the fabric as if it was trying to give you flight, trying to whisk you away from all your troubles. But in all honesty you needed to take your sweaters and jumpers out of your storage, hopefully no moths had gotten in this time.

You're passing an alley when an old shop lantern catches your eye. You stop to peer into the dark space to see what kind of shop it is. Witch halting when you do.

"See something you like?", she squeezes your hand as you walk closer to the old shop. It looks run down at first glance, almost dingy in a sense. But you look closely at the display of a gold embroidered silk gown. If you looked long enough you'd catch flashes of light emanating from the finely done embroidery, before getting a headache and squeezing your eyes tightly. Your eyes wander to the hanging sign post 'Golden Threads' written in peeling paint.

"Want to go in?", she said, giving you a second to collect yourself from your disoriented thoughts.

"Yeah…. If that's ok… we can go home if you're too tired", you fumble with your words a little bit as you talk to her.

"Nonsense! Who doesn't want to look at pretty dresses. It'll be fun. We can play dress up like we used to as kids," She giggled as she led you through the small entrance. "You might find a dress for your upcoming exhibit at the museum".

The sheer expanse of the shop shocked you as you walked further in. It was better lit on the inside than it looked from the outside. Sun lanterns decorated the high ceilings raining down beams of subtle sunlight. You felt heat re-enter your body slowly warming your skin. The walls had racks and racks of very expensive looking dresses, skirts, suits you name it and a whole section of the shop to display jewellery and accessories to go with any items in the store. Witch was greeted by a very pretty sales assistant, but when her eyes landed on you her face fell for a second before she recovered. Witch couldn't help but eye her for an explanation.

"Oh forgive me, I thought you were a moth for a second. We don't allow moths inside, you see. Bad for business if they eat all our stock", she laughs awkwardly.

You simply smile and nod acknowledging her apology even though Witch was reluctant to let it go. She leads you both to the sitting area near the ornate mirrors and large changing rooms. And begins asking questions to best help you find what we were looking for. Once that was done she led you both to a rack with very elaborate looking dresses specifically made for big events.

"Don't worry about sizing, everything here can be altered by the owner who sews and designs these dresses. If nothing catches your eyes you can always book a consultation to design a custom piece. Give a shout if you need any further help I'll be right back with some tea and coffee, she gives you both a final smile before going back to the backroom to get your beverages.

You both begin browsing through the rack, showing each other dresses you think are nice. By the time your coffee and her tea arrived, she had decided on a dress to try on. You waited for her to change as you enjoyed your coffee.

When she emerged from the changing room in that champagne silk gown you almost choked on your coffee. You had to calm your coughing enough to get a good look at her cinched in waist and her ample breasts spilling out from the cowl neckline. To say you were speechless was an understatement, you were gobsmacked. You may have stared at her breasts for far too long that she clicked her fingers in front of your eyes to get your attention back to her face. Heat flooded to your cheeks when she gave you a knowing look.

"You'll catch flies if you don't close your mouth Rún", she smirks at you while walking closer to the mirror to get a better look at herself. The dress was structured and fitted her body well. The colour also suited her complexion making her look more radiant than ever. With her back turned to you got a great view of the very low backless dress. You really shouldn't be looking at her with such lustful eyes. But she looked good in anything in your opinion. She could be wearing a nightgown right now and you know she'd look beautiful. The image of her wearing a nightgown popped into your head and you felt your heart rate pick up.

"You can hardly blame me, it's your fault for looking so good", you flirt back trying to quell the hammering of your heart. You hoped she couldn't hear it. She smiled a full tooth smile at your compliment as she fixed the dress to sit better around her breasts. To distract yourself you get up again to look for a dress to try on. The sales assistant goes to help Witch look at accessories that would elevate the dress if she chooses to purchase it.

A dress that looked to be have dyed in a blood caught your eye, the deep square neckline makes you think it would look divine on Witch (picture). You pinch yourself trying to get your mind to stop popping up images of her breasts. You felt like a pervert or worse a hedon. The velvet fabric glides through your hands as you contemplate if you should show her the dress. Would she think of you as a pervert? No…. Probably not… It would be a crime if she didn't try on the dress, you try to counter your own thoughts. You go back and forth with your own mind for a bit trying to come up with valid reasons for her to try on the dress that didn't frame you as a pervert. But you didn't need to because the sales assistant had come over to you eyeing the dress and looking back at Witch countless times to take the hint in what you were thinking. She smiles and takes the dress off the rack to bring it to Witch as she was looking at necklaces that matched the current dress she was wearing.

“I think this dress would suit your body so well, why not give a try?”, she smiles as she places the dress on the hook in the changing room after showing Witch.

“Oh that dress is beautiful, have you found anything Rún? I feel like I'm the only one trying things on”

“I'll find something soon…. you go try on that dress, I think it'll suit you very well.”, you didn't stutter, you felt proud that you didn't stutter. But your heart rate still hadn't gone down. You hoped seeing her in that red dress wouldn't cause anymore heart palpitations.

By the time she came out you had chosen two dresses to try on. But you could care less about the dresses when your eyes landed on her. Your breath got caught in your throat, almost choking you. A sculpture of pure beauty and elegance she was. The dress accentuated her curves just the right amount without making it vulgar. The neckline was deep and showed the rounds of her bosoms. Her skin glowed from the contrast of the deep red colour. The sleeves had slits running up it. And were connected from the back in a sort of cape that could also be used as a hood if she wanted. It was of the dress was made to be worn by her and her alone.

You knew she didn't particularly like going to big events where eyes would be on her but she had promised to attend your exhibition and go to the afterparty. You hadn't asked her as of yet to be your plus one, finding out about Price made you think it'll be better just to give her two tickets to attend the event with Price and you'll take your sister as your partner. You didn't want to overstep your position as her friend. But that didn't mean you couldn't jokingly flirt with her.

“Wow…..just…..wow”, you drank in her body as if it were the fountain of youth. Your eyes just roamed and appreciated her body and elegance as the velvet hugged her figure. You hear her giggling at your words or lack thereof.

“Staaawp….you going to make me blush”, she says, raising her hands to her face to hide for a second before looking at herself in the mirror. “You really think it suits me?”

You nod your head adamantly leaving no room for doubt that you found her and the dress stunning.

“You wear that out and you'll see men, women and anyone in between falling to their knees for you”, you see her scoff in disbelief before you continue. “Heavens you'd have me on my knees from a simple look in my direction”. She was about to counter what you just said but before she could you both heard a deep chuckle come from the entrance.

“Ya think you'll be able to satisfy my Witch?”, Price saunters in like he owns the place. His hulking body stopping directly where Witch and you stood.

On instinct you find yourself shielding yourself behind Witch as you look over her shoulder at Price. Witch seems just as shocked as you to see Price so neither of you were expecting to see him. You don't know what caused you to say your next words but you were feeling slightly vexed by yesterday's incident and now his current appearance. The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

“I'd do a better job than you”, you say bitterly and mostly to yourself. But by his amused facial expression you knew he heard you. He steps closer causing you to hold onto Witch out of reflex. Placing your hands on her shoulders.

“I'd love to see you try, and when you fail. I'll show you how to do it properly”, he shamelessly counters while giving Witch his signature smile. He didn't seem at all threatened by your comment. Probably knowing you were all bark no bite. Witch smacks his arm when he comes closer.

“Stop teasing her, you still have to apologise for yesterday”, she gives him a pointed look choosing to ignore the words that were exchanged between you and Price probably thinking it was a joke. Price takes a closer look at your face to find your burns healed. Witch's salves must have been extremely potent. It's just another testament to her skills. You shrink back against his stare when you see him coming closer.

“Your right luv, I should have addressed that first”, he places a gentle kiss on her cheek before turning to you. “I'd like to apologise for my unrefined behaviour with you yesterday, my words caused you harm and for that I'm truly sorry”, he bows his head slightly and offers his hand. “I'd like it if we didn't carry any animosity towards each other.”

You didn't know what to do, should you take his hand and accept the peace offering? Or should you keep your distance and not speak to him again? His kiss had you feeling a slight sling in your heart but you pushed that aside. You knew he was a better match for her than you. No matter how much you wanted her for yourself you knew better than to be selfish. She deserved better than what you could offer her. Being her friend was enough for you, even that was beyond what you deserved. You look at Witch to try to gauge an answer but she didn't give anything away on how she wanted you to answer. You knew Price was more than likely going to end up a permanent figure in Witch's life and by default in yours. It was best to bury the hatchet. You glanced at his eyes trying to find any hint of deception but you couldn't. You saw some type of remorse, you didn't know if it was for hurting you or upsetting Witch by hurting you. You take his calloused hand in your soft one giving it a gentle shake before retreating swiftly.

Witch smiles once you shake his hand and tells you to go try on your dresses so she can have a look.

-

Soap was peering in from the display window of the shop. Price had entered a few minutes ago sensing his Witch was in the area while the four of them were completing some ‘errands’ to put it nicely. Price had dismissed them and Ghost had taken the first chance to apparate home to his misses. Gaz and him had stuck around trying to catch Price with his mysterious Darling who was impossible to hook even though they had seen her before, not with Price though. Gaz was blowing out his smoke from his cigarette dispelling the stress of their recent activities as he peered into the shop as well. Nothing exciting was happening; it looked like Price was helping her choose accessories and possibly getting matching suits for himself to compliment the dresses she was buying. He was so soft with her it was uncharacteristic compared to what he was doing a little while ago. He was acting if he didn't just wash his hand of blood. Price really won the lottery with his Witch she was beautiful and looked even better in the dress she was wearing. Both Gaz and Soap try to look discreetly not trying to get caught by Price. The consequences of that would be detrimental. Or worse he'd put them on clean up duty without magic. He could feel himself getting ready to gag remembering the last time that happened.

His eyes drifted to the changing room curtains that fluttered open to reveal a very beautifully dressed you. Your delicate steps took you to the spotlight in front of the large mirrors as you inspected the sheer fabric. You turn and twist your body scrutinising every detail of yourself and the dress that looked as if it was sewn onto your body. The outer fabric was an ethereal lace (picture), the metallic blue complementing your smooth skin on display. A nude slip peaked from underneath the fabric of the floor length dress yet your underwear could still be seen slightly. You didn't seem to mind though. He supposes this wasn't much difference to type of clothing you liked wear on the few occasions he's seen you. You seemed mostly comfortable with your body or rather comfortable with the clothing you chose to wear. Airy and light very indicative to the type of magic you possessed. The slip dress moulded itself to your figure creating a ravishing silhouette. All he wanted to do at this moment was bury his face in the crook of your neck while inhaling your scent. Maybe bend you over the counter and take you right here in front of everyone. It was unlikely you'd let him near though. Especially now that you had your friend to protect you. He needed to stay put to avoid her gaze. She was the main obstacle at the moment. Seeing you dressed up like this had his blood rushing to places it shouldn't. Hearing Gaz let out a whistle from next to him was what brought him out of his trance.

“What a sight, sucks you got no chance with her”, Gaz smirks at Soap regardless of the glare he was getting. “You should have chosen better mate, you've dug yourself into a hole.”

“What would ye know?, ye cannae even get yer darlin to desire anythin tae make a deal.”

“Low blow mate, why don't I go talk to her and show you how it's done”, Gaz chuckles.

“Don't ye dare go near her”, he growled. Usually Soap was fine with sharing; they'd all know each other long enough for it not to be a big deal. But that fact his chances with you were low and that fact Gaz could literally charm anyone by simply smiling at them was irking him.

“Too late”, Gaz was already halfway through the door before he could stop him.

-

You stood in the changing room in the nude slip that came with the dress you were about to slip on. The blue lace felt really soft in your hands. But your mind was elsewhere. Price’s words irritated you. Just because he was a couple hundred years old he thinks he knows everything. You're confident in your ability to give oral regardless of the fact you've never actually given oral but that was beside the point. You've read enough books to rival Price's experience in years, that's what you delude yourself into thinking that is. You were probably just upset he called you out on it. But you did have intensive book smarts about sex even if you don't have any physical experience. Not forgetting you also possess female genitalia, so you knew your way around a woman's body. You knew how to please yourself so you were confident if a chance ever arose where you were on your knees for Witch you'd do a good job at pleasing her. Not that it would actually ever happen. Why would anyone ever want you? Especially in a sexual manner. Yes you know you and witch flirt from time to time. But that was just some banter between friends. No one has ever actually approached you with genuine interest before.

But right now your mind was flooded with images of Witch. All you could think about was being on your knees for her. Having her in a state of undress on the couch with her legs spread over your shoulders as you go to town on her folds. Her breasts on display, nipples becoming erect. Her dress pooled at her waist as you caresses and stroke her clit while fucking your tongue into her sloppy cunt. Her juices leaking into your mouth as you drink in her sweet essence while keeping your eyes locked on her face taking note of every flinch, shaky breath and whimper. You'd hold her legs open as you'd ease your fingers into her drenched pussy attacking her clit with your tongue altering between soft and hard licks to keep her from cumming too soon. Feeling her hands tighten in your hair when you wouldn't let her cum. Her tugging and pulling to get you to comply with her needs. In your mind you come up with various positions where you'd have your mouth attached to her cunt. Her sitting on your face as you run your nose over her sensitive folds and clit while tongue fucking her. Or on her hands and knees as you ate her from behind until her legs shook and gave out. Seeing her collapse in a heap on the floor. Breath laboured skin shining from the exertion. Or over the table as you play with her cunt her hand gripping the edge for dear life. You finger fucking into her soft spot until she gushes on them before placing them in your mouth to get a better taste. Running your tongue over her juices on your slick fingers. Making a show of it to get the point across that you adore her taste. Savouring her sweet release and the salt from your sweat. Then brushing your lips against her in a gentle kiss. To give her a taste, an understanding on why you're so addicted.

You pinch yourself again feeling guilty for having these thoughts. You run your thighs together trying to ease the tension building. You hope your panties didn't have a wet spot on them. You slowly start slipping on the fitted dress as your mind wanders again even with you trying to stop it. You think about Price actually watching you do all the things you wanted to Witch. His glacier eyes sending chills down your spine as you work your mouth on his women. As you make her breath catch and shudder. Would he shove your face deeper into her cunt if he thought you were teasing her too much? Would he yank your hair back if you took too long to make her cum? Or would he guide your head gently giving you tips to improve your performance. Would he shower you both with compliments for doing such a good job? Maybe he would tie you up to make you watch how he does it? Preventing you from partaking. Preventing you from touching her supple body as he eats her out. Making you strain against the ropes as you witness her come undone. Showing you how he covers his body over her smaller one, how his thick fingers stretch her out more than you ever could. How she probably prefers his prickly kisses as he runs his face against her thighs. How he makes her a babbling mess in just a couple seconds.

You shake your head dispelling the thoughts. You really needed to stop having fantasies like these. She wasn't yours and you needed to accept that. You chide yourself for coveting something that you didn't deserve. The dress had moulded to your body as you pulled at the spaghetti straps to adjust the top before slowly opening the curtains and stepping out. The dress moved with ease and comfort as you walked to the mirrors. Witch stops her conversation with the sales assistant and Price to look at you giving you a very genuine smile. You feel heat rush to your face again but for more innocent reasons this time. Her looking at you like that made you feel beautiful and bashful at the same time. You inspect the dress as she walks closer giving youn lots od compliments and suggestions what jewellery would look nice. You look at yourself in the dress thinking this dress would be great to wear to the exhibition. You didn't mind it being see through since you had a slip underneath it even though that also wasn't completely opaque. You didn't need to worry about Price looking at you, you knew he only had his heart set on Witch. He wasn't foolish to jeopardise his relationship over wandering eyes. Not that he'd look to begin with. You don't think anyone would really look at you properly other than Witch.

“I think this dress suits you so well. It'll definitely look great at the exhibition, but you should try some more dresses on to see if you'll find something better.”

“I couldn't agree more, you're a force to be reckoned with”, a dark skinned man walks into the store and the first thing you notice is his disarming smile. A full toothed smile so bright you might temporarily go blind if you looked too long. His tall muscular frame comes into view next as your eyes wander down. You're taken aback by his words, you can hardly remember a stranger ever coming up to compliment you like this. Especially not a handsome young man like him. You say young but he was probably older than you by a couple years. Or maybe a lot with him being a Fae and all. Age was tricky to pin with them always looking so youthful.

You feel put on the spot not used to this kind of attention so you just hide behind Witch not sure on how you should respond. A more familiar voice joins his not a second later causing the hair at the back of your neck to stand up.

“Ah told ye not tae come in ye fucker”, Soap grumbles as he comes into view. Price looked at them unamused at their stupidity for coming in when they had no business here. Now Witch wouldn't believe him when he said he was just passing by.

Gaz continues to make idle chatter causing Soap to get even more irritated. You watch as they take sneaky glances at Witch's breasts not that you'd blame them but it still irked you. You kinda wish Price would notice and give them both a smack on the head for daring to look at what was his, not that Witch was considered property. It was more so a show of affectionate jealousy. If you knew how to use your magic properly you'd have sent them flying. Or maybe you should just cover your hand over her breasts to send the message.

Witch keeps her gaze sharp on Soap, a look of recognition falling over her features. And irritation quickly dripping from her form. You didn't know where to look anymore, too much was going on at once. Feeling them stare at you as they argued was putting you on edge. Maybe you should pick something more subtle, something that would draw less attention. You didn't like the attention you were getting even though you have experience wearing pretty dresses to fancy events. The attention was always on the art you were selling, not on you. People hardly ever paid attention to staff. This situation wasn't something you were used to dealing with. Price was growing more annoyed at their disturbance, especially by Gaz's blatant flirting and Soap's irritation. Price had had enough and just dragged the two out as Witch led you towards the accessories to distract you from the chaos. You hear Gaz shout one last time before he leaves. You were assuming he was just doing it to get on Soaps nerves.

“You'll send an invite to your exhibition won't you darling? I'd love to come see your work.”

You did have extra tickets given to you so it wouldn't be hard giving him one but you didn't even know his name and it kinda felt like he was just messing with you to get to Soap. But it was amusing how easily he could get Soap worked up. You also wanted to get at him for causing you so much trouble. You still haven't figured out a way to get him to leave your sister alone. But he seemed unhealthily interested in you. You could use that to draw his attention away long enough to get her to safety.

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You had been thinking about this day for months now. Today would finally be the day you earned your honorary, ‘I sold cookies to Birdie’ badge.

And of course, all good plans begin with a pack of markers, paper, and a whiteboard that you borrowed from the back of your pappy's shop. (He wouldn't miss it, besides if he got grumpy you would just pull out the puppy dog eyes until he relented.)

Using some magnets you pin various torn out notebook papers to the whiteboard. It isn't quite like the movies where they use push pins and red sting but well- that would be inconvenient for your purposes anyway.

Face furrowed in deep concentration you stare at the board as if doing so for long enough would solve all your problems.

“Are you still planning?” A familiar voice rings out beside you, your fellow girl scout and current best friend, Alexis. She sits on a beanbag, sipping on soda as she stares at your mess of plans. You frown, clearly she wouldnt understand the intricacies of how important this was. After all, she already had her Birbe badge.

A perk she got of being the one to make the things, meant that the first year they were implemented, she got to sell to Birdie with no competition.

(You remember standing on the sidelines and watching her turn and hand Birde a box of peanut butter patties with a smug look on her face. It had been painful to have to stand there with your fellow troop members.)

The rewards were worth the sacrifice however, because now there's more at stake than the bragging rights of selling to everyone's favorite teacher. Now, you get an unofficial badge for it, made every year by the crafty hands of Alexis.

This year’s is sitting just over there on the coffee table, nearly finished. All it's missing is the border around the bird in the center, mostly because Alexis ran out of the thread she needed and has yet to ask her grandmother for more.

You sigh, grumbling out something as you continue to stare at the board.

She shakes her head and goes back to playing Minecraft on her older cousin's well loved Xbox. Trying not to die by the hands of a spider, she says, “Look- if you’re so serious about it why not just find a way through Goose?” You frown more, shaking your head. As much as you do get along well with your pappy’s favorite customer…

“Nope, not possible. Birdie’s friends are banned ever since Moon started complain’ bout it… Plus after Jordans stunt last year of getting in the good graces of Birdie’s momma- we aren't allowed to do stuff like that.” You explain, using a marker to scribble out more ideas and add to your current map of where Birdie might be when you all get access to the cookies.

She tends to be out during it, likely to make it harder for people to earn their badge by camping out on her front porch.

How she knew when you all got the first cookie shipments, you weren't sure. Probaby Moon. Yeah- definitely Moon.

“Besides,” you continue, switching your marker to a purple color, “Even if I did- that wouldn't be me selling to Birdie- it would be me selling to Goose. So it don’t count.”

She hums, “Tough luck.” You sigh dejectedly, nodding. She finally kills the spider and then turns to you, from the depths of her very filled pockets she fishes out a lollipop. She offers it to you like she's offering you a hit after a stressful day at your 9 to 5.

Gratefully, you take it, green apple, nice.

“Well, I wish ya the best of luck. If you fail, offers open to go selling with me later.” You nod, waving her off, “Mhm… i reckon ill get it this year though.”

She shrugs, pointing to the nearly finished badge which sits a few feet away. “Well, if you do, then that badge is as good as yours.”

You stare at it longingly, vowing to yourself that this year you would finally-

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“You didn't do it did you?”

You frown, a sour look on your face as you try and fix your now messed up braids. Alexis sits beside you, the two of you back in her grandmother's basement. She's got a bag of frozen peas against your jaw, trying to prevent the bruise you know is coming. You say nothing, instead just sitting there with a pout, normally you wouldn't be this upset but…

“So who did manage it this year?” She asks, leaving you to hold the peas while she goes to grab the first aid kit under the coffee table.

“Susie May.”

Alexis bumps her head on the table as she pops up, looking surprised. “Again?” She sounds as incredulous as you are upset.

“Yeah!” You cry angrily, throwing your free hand up.

She whistles, walking over to you and tending to your scraped up knees. It's something that happens so often you don't really feel it, but both you and Alexis know that if your parents, or her grandma, sees you all banged up and bruised, they won't be happy. “How’d she manage that?” She inquires, cleaning your scrapes and pulling out bandages.

“Playing fuckin’ dirty thats how.” You parents would also not be very happy with your use of swears but it's just Alexis and you right now. Plus you are rather pissed off at the manner in which Susie happened to win the race this year.

“Yeah I can see that…” Alexis mumbles, taking in your dusty clothes, frazzled hair, and scraped up knees. You decide to make it worse by opening your mouth and showing how your tooth is now loose and barely hanging on by a thread. It's a baby tooth, luckily, but still.

Alexis blinks, “How in the hell-?”

“She pulled on my braids just as I was about to get there. I tried to not fall but sending all my weight forward meant when she let go-”

“-You fell flat on your face?”

You nod, grumbling under your breath. The reason you're so upset is because well- Susie May already has her badge. And she was also the one to sell cookies to Birdie last year. Which means this is her third time selling.

The general polite thing to do after getting your badge is to either A) back out of the race to sell entirely, or B) if you’re gonna participate, give it a year or two after you earned your badge, then continue with much less vigor.

Alexis seems rather irritated herself, grumbling about how she's not gonna make a badge for someone who already has one.

There wouldn't be a point, plus it's such a waste of her time and supplies. And because Birdie only buys a box from the first girl scout to reach her- that means no one gets a badge this year.

Safe to say the troop is not gonna be happy about this. Not one bit. And you are eagerly awaiting the next time you all meet up and Alexis gets to break to everyone that the reason no one gets a badge this year is thanks to Susie.

After Alexis has finished patching you up, you huff, resting your chin in your hands as you drop the pea bag.

“Well- that was a bust.” Alexis says with a sympathetic shrug, flashing the Birdie badge, “Guess you’ll get it next year.”

You groan, flopping over to lay on the beanbag. She in turn, grabs her own girl scout sash and uniform, “Well since you failed-” You glare at the reminder to which she puts her hands up in surrender- “Since you…didn't get it. You wanna go with me to try and outsell her?”

You think it over but it really isn’t a hard decision, “Alright. But we’re stoping at pappy’s place, i need to fix my braids.”

“Cant you just do it yourself?”

“Yeah but he can do it with ribbons and considering Susie's got the Cherry with her, we’re gonna need some extra charm.”

Alexis pulls a face, “Since when does Cherry hang out with Susie May of all people?”

You shrug, waiting for your friend to finish getting ready. “Dunno. Though, I'm kinda hoping Cherry finds out what happened and punches her.” Out of your little trio of friends, Cherry could hit the hardest. She was smaller and shorter than both you and Alexis, and looked like a little angel, (hence why you and Alexis used her to make a bunch of sells), but you both knew she was a proper troublemaker.

Course- none of the adults did, which made things very useful for both her, you, and Alexis whenever you three decided to get into trouble.

Alexis grumbles, a bit upset by the news, understandable, she didn't have many friends other than you and Cherry so she probably wasn't taking the news that Cherry was hanging out with someone else very well. You decided to make it your mission to cheer both yourself and her up.

“It's alright, I reckon we can handle it without her.”

———————————————

“You sure we’ll even find anyone out here?” Alexis asks, skeptical. Fair,

considering the two of you have been riding your bikes for a while now.

You nod, reaffirming for what feels like the hundredth time, “Mhm! Look I'm telling ya- I saw some newcomers at Pappys shop a few days ago! And they certainly ain't in town, which means they gotta be out here somewhere.”

She frowns, “This doesn't feel worth it though.”

You shrug, “Well we already got everyone in town that we could for now, and they aren't gonna want any more cookies till at least a week so…”

She makes a face, knowing you’re right. “Fineeee. But once we find a house and sell we’re leaving. If we don't then we might not be back before dark.”

She glances up at the sky and you scoff, “You’re such a worry wart. We’ll be fineeee.”

She raises her eyebrow, “That's what you said last time and we ended up having to race home.”

You pull your lips into a thin line, and before she can say anything else, you see a ranch in view. “Oh look! A place let's go-!” You say quickly, racing ahead and leaving her to quickly pedal after you.

You stop on the road and hop off your bike, tugging your basket of girl scout cookies off the backseat. Alexis does the same, unclipping her helmet and letting it hang on her bike handle. “Huh, those horses are big as hell.” She comments, making you turn your head to see the draft horses.

You are overtaken with the urge to ride one of them, if only to be able to see how high up you would be.

Alexis cuts you off before you can even consider, “Don't even think about it. Your momma would be pissed if you tried.”

You huff, of course you weren't gonna try. That would just be a plain stupid idea, you have no idea what temperament those horses have. Still would be cool if you could though. “Whatever, let's go!” You run off towards the house, leaving your friend to scramble after you.

In the process you accidentally trip over something, but as per usual you simply get up and keep going. When Alexis does finally catch up to you, shes huffing and holding up something small and light in her free hand. The other is gripping onto her cookie basket. She calls your name and then suddenly stops, looking past you at…

Huh. That guy’s nearly as big as his horses. Once more you are overcome with a similar urge to ride on his shoulders. He kinda looks familiar actually…

Alexis comes up to your side, fussing over you and you quickly realize why. There's blood in your mouth, and that's when you realize the thing she's holding just so happens to be one of your front two teeth.

The big man seems even more concerned by the sight of blood, he slings the shotgun he was holding over his back and awkwardly bends down to you speaking in what you assume is german. “Geht es dir gut, Kleiner?” He talks weirdly soft for such a big fella.

At the absolute blank look you give him he blinks, and then translates, “Are you alright?”

“Oh uhhhhh” You ponder the question, are you? Yeah, mostly anyway. You can't feel any pain, but the taste of blood isn't exactly something you enjoy and its quickly overtaking your mouth. You spit to the side, smile, then give him a thumbs up with your free hand. However, when you’re missing a tooth and your teeth are stained with blood- it doesn't serve to reassure him.

Alexis takes hold of your shoulders and pries your mouth open, (in the process temporarily setting down her cookies), looking at the gap in your teeth intently to make sure you’re alright.

She frowns and turns to the big fellow- (who oddly enough seems more nervous of her than she is of him, he stiffens) -with a scowl. She isn't meaning too, you know, she just happens to have a resting bitch face, but the man doesn't know that. “Can we borrow your sink?”

The man seems to clearly have questions, namely why the hell you’re here, until he notices your sashes. “Pfadfinderinnen...?” He mumbles to himself, then upon being blankly stared at by the unwavering gaze of Alexis he nods, guiding the two of you to the house.

Not by leading you there, but rather by standing behind you and ushering the two of you forward like you were little mice. Mice that bite apparently, because despite ushering you forward he keeps a wide berth, as if scared to get too close and frighten you.

(Which you thought was strange considering out of you and Alexis, he was the more nervous one.)

Normally you wouldn't care too much about your missing tooth. Cause well- now you could get some extra pocket money from the tooth fairy! But right now, you do wanna go inside and rinse out your mouth. As much as you could suck up the taste of your own blood- you would rather not pedal all the way home with it. Also you wanna get a good look at where your tooth is missing. Plus maybe you could pull sympathy points and get this guy to buy a bunch a’ cookies, considering you tripped on his property, It was worth a shot.

He seems so weirdly familiar, that you can't help but stare. Oddly enough, this only makes him even more awkward. Does he recognize you? Once the three of you are inside, before Alexis can shove you off to the bathroom mirror and sink, you bluntly say, “Do I know you? You’re weirdly familiar…”

You frown, trying to figure out where you've seen him before. He stiffens but before he can respond, Alexis is pulling you into his restroom. Predictably, the counters are built for him and therefore tall as fuck, so she has to help you climb up there so you can comfortably rinse your mouth out without struggle. Now sitting on the countertop, blood washed down the drain, you inspect your mouth.

“Hahah! Alexis look- look-!” You say excitedly, pointing to the gap to which she just sighs. You turn on her, leaning forward excitedly, “Wait-! Wait wait wait- did you get my tooth?”

She looks at you blankly, saying your name.

“...Yeah?”

“Of course I picked up the tooth, why wouldn't i?” She fishes it out of her pocket, accidentally pulling out various random strings and threads it was tangled in. In the process, pulling out a few pebbles and other assorted nicknacks. They clatter to the ground but she pays them no mind.

You hold both your hands out for her to place the tooth in your open palms. It's covered in blood, dirt, and pocket lint.

“Its beautiful.” You say with a large grin to which she nods seriously, “How much you think I'll get for it???” There's excitement in your tone.

She ponders for a moment, “Well- for my first one I got 15 dollars. My first front one was worth a pretty penny too… I heard that Maxie got 20 for his first tooth.” She shrugs, you both grin, matching smiles that say, ‘Oh we are so going to the candy shop later.’

You hop off the counter and then the two of you are speaking to each other in hushed but excited tones, leaning into each other and swinging your baskets. When you walk back into the living room, you find the man awkwardly standing there. It's then you nudge Alexis.

(Mostly because she doesn't get to make sales often, she never was very good at talking to people. Some could say her personality was an acquired taste, she was blunt and awkward, however, luckily for her, the man in front of you both seemed even more awkward.)

(Typically cherry made all the sales, and if not her, than you. So- you wanted to give Alexis a chance to shine.)

“Oh yeah.” She blinks and then turns to the man.

“Uh- Hey mister.” She looks him directly in his eyes, he seems uncomfortable at the direct attention. “You want cookies?”

He blinks.

She blinks.

“...Cookies?”

“Yup.”

…The man is silent after that. So is Alexis. They both just stare at each other awkwardly. Well, you were proud of her for trying and that's all that mattered-! “Sure.” Wait what? That worked?

Alexis blinks, seemingly just as surprised as you. She shuffles with her cookie basket, “Okay.” She says, and then more silence ensues. You nudge her gently and she kickstarts again, “Uh- what flavor do you want?”

“What is good?” He inquires, tilting his head slightly to which Alexis looks at you at the same time you look at her. The two of you share a glance with meaning behind it. And then you’re pulling out boxes and doing what you did best: talking.

With your sales pitch, combined with the genuine occasional comments of Alexis, you end up talking for a whole 20 minutes. By the time you are finished, the man now has an armful of different cookie boxes. Everytime he would so much as make any sort of positive comment, or hum or “I see…” Alexis would silently bring him that flavor and hold it up to him. Too awkward to refuse, he simply took each box.

“Uh- kleines Mädchen- you gave me two of this one…” He says almost timidly at Alexis while you ramble about Trefoils. She stares up at him, unblinking.

“That ones my favorite.” She says simply, as if that explains everything. Konig can't find himself to protest against her absolute deadpan as she settles the box of Adventurfuls in his arms with the rest.

At some point he sat down in his armchair, making it much easier for Alexis to slowly yet surely add to the growing pile of cookies he holds.

“-It's a classic, these are based off of the original girl scout cookie recipe! You just gotta try em Mister- i mean the texture is just to die for-” You let Alexis take the Trefoils from your hands and replace it with a box of thin mints. She slowly and calmly goes to add the Trefoils to the pile.

“Oh! Now this one- lemme tell ya Mister- this is like the girl scout cookie, everyone loves a good thin mint!”

You don't even have to say more about that one before Alexis takes it and puts in his arms, patting the top of the box gently. Then she walks back over to you and holds her basket in both her hands, silent. She's pulling out a sheet of paper from her basket, and a pencil from her pocket, scribbling away as you finish your spiel.

“-And that concludes all the flavors!” He blinks, looking relieved to finally be free, alas you continue, “-Lets see for all that, that’a be…”

You turn towards Alexis who was calculating on her paper and cuts in with a casual, “372 dollars and 46 cents.”

To your delight, he simply shuffles, careful not to let any of the boxes fall as he dejectedly gets his wallet. He pulls out four 100 dollar bills and softly tells you to keep the change, you and Alexis’s eyes are wide as you stare at the money now in your hands. The two of you share a glance and then with your sweetest (now gap toothed) smile, you thank him.

Then with hardly any more words you and Alexis book it out of there, waving goodbye and leaving him stunned. Alexis is just staring at the money with wide, amazed eyes and you are excitedly chatting her ear off.

“Look at that! I can't believe you managed to get such a good sale- oh my god Cherry is gonna flip! You probably got us halfway to our quota already-!”

“I… I did that?” She says in slight amazement, technically you both did, but you'll let your friend have the win on this one.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah…” She says, a small smile growing on her face as you playfully shove her.

“See- i told you this would be worth it.”

She blinks and then looks very concerned all of a sudden. She says your name with a growing horror. You tilt your head, urging her to continue. She gestures to the sun which is starting to fade. Shit. And then the two of you end up frantically pedaling back to town, panickedly laughing all the way. It isn't until you are home and in bed that you remember why the large fellow was so familiar.

He's the guy you threatened to ban from your Pappy's shop a month ago!

[thisteaistoosweet]

A bunch of miscellaneous sketches of some vtm ocs that I never really shared outside of discord.

Read more down below:

In order: 

-Anton Lacroix: Toreador (yes he’s Sebastian Lacroix’ dad. Is extremely devoted to late wife Katia and attempts to collect every piece of artwork she’s ever done. His art is outfit design and doesn’t know Sebastian is alive)

-Willem: Venture (Anton’s best friend and depending on au is Sebastian’s sire. A lot of people mistake him for a toreador because he likes to make wine and metalsmith.)

- “Ume”: 4th gen Tzimische/ Tzimische adjacent antediluvian

(there’s a-lot to say about him , so for brevity’s sake, some fae sent him back to the past and he got turned into a vamp and hoping to save his vamp bf in the future from his final death)

-Izaya: Malkavian

(my second vtmb character and Ume’s bf. Again a lot to say but simply put his sire ate a Tremere, so izaya can do exactly two high level spells and anything else is a major flop. He likes to press every single button Sebastian has and is a menace to kindred and kind alike.)

-Jessica: Lasombra (v5)

(Again a lot to say but specifically in v5 Sabbat kinda thing. Is the bishop of Savanah Georgia, works at the local Waffle House, has a human roommate named Marcy who likes to role play as a Victorian vamp, and is in a pissing contest with the local head of the second inquisition. Her superior is trying to convert her to traditional Sabbat ideals through her fight with the SI. <I don’t care if her story isn’t lore accurate I’m the story teller here.>)

- Durante: Tremere

(A powerful player in the Tremere pyramid, rival to Oliver Thrace, and technically the sire to Preston Varrick. He’s sadistic, manipulative and likes toying with his ghoul at the time, Preston. Decides he going to eat the Salubri Dominico to one up Thrance, wins the dominance battle but mentally peaces out once he realizes he can’t take being more emotionally aware of people; leaving his body to be taken over by Dominico.)

-Dominico: Salubri

(there’s a lot for him again, but once he gets control of his new body he actively tries to hide that he’s a Salubri from the rest of the pyramid while attempting to teach Preston, his new childe, how to be a good little Tremere and how to use blood magic. <he sucks at both of these, blind leading the blind here.> and to figure out how to escape the pyramid. Thrace figures it out and after turning his own childe and their lover into a gargoyle, decides he wants Preston to be his new childe and proceeds to execute Dominico via beheading with wire. Preston never finds out Dominico died and was told he ran from the pyramid.

[madame-mongoose]

Uhm maybe sun/moon but monsters or some type of mystical creatures?? :0

Like ghouls, fae, werewolves, or something!! :D

How's ghostbusters au boys sound?

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 10.3

Lucy hesitated, taking it in.  It wasn’t a grand betrayal.  Toadswallow had his goals and whatever the nuances were, he hadn’t wanted to share them.

the fact that this isn't having an immediate impact is making me nervous it's part of a longer plan from Crooked Rook

The danger is exactly that. Pressure, inexorable, annoying, sapping away enough of your focus

taylorcore

The arrow for War, the forking branch for Nature, the hourglass arrangement of two triangles with points touching for Time, the angular C-shape for Fate, and the gateway, like a keyhole without a floor, for Death. There was another, and it sometimes replaced nature, sometimes overlapped with Fate, for Fortune, but that was a newer thing.

most of these are intuitive, but I'm curious about Fate and Death. Fate is the Threads and the woven object iirc, Death is the Pale and the skull. I'm guessing Fortune would have some kind of circle as a symbol to represent the coin?

she reached into her pocket, found her phone and coiled up earphones, and selected the first song that felt thematic, close to the top of her playlist. Au Rii – Dance Into Dark. A sultry, purring guy’s voice almost straining to push through a backdrop of throbbing, dark instrumentals and a back-backdrop of synths that were just biting enough that they could be hard to listen to.

You would think having these kinds of cues would make putting together a playlist for Pale easier. You would think!

She missed Verona.  The humor, the cleverness, the idea that no matter how bad it got, her friend could pull out an idea and salvage things.  Or partially salvage things.  Verona pushed things and kept them from never falling into a rut. She missed Avery. Avery, who could normally find her way to Lucy’s side even if she was nowhere nearby. Who was decent enough as a person that it felt like Lucy was better off for it.

🥹

When she’d been afraid that this would all mount up, and that everything would fall down in a way that put all the responsibility on her shoulders.  That she’d be essentially alone against a hostile world.

as she has felt everywhere outside her home for most of her life

The music throbbed, helping to center her and make her feel attuned to Death.  Death as something seductive to the guys, because Guilherme flirted with it to add spice to life and John kept on sacrificing his frigging self and Lucy was worried it would one day stick.  Death as dark and uncomfortable and intense as an idea.

queering the attracted-to-Death binary etc etc

Edith looked down at the beginnings of the diagram.  “Don’t.” “Any reason?” Lucy asked. “Because I said not to, Lucy."

don't pull the adult card on her

“An out of control ghoul getting at family members is something that could affect Matthew or me just as easily.  But you, as so many practitioners do, seem to treat binding diagrams and your ability to entrap us in a-” There were two more gunshots. “-cavalier way. It’s easy for you and life altering for us,” Edith finished.

maybe not the time!

“I have fire, she doesn’t like it.  Others have their own ideas.  I want you to trust us, Lucy.”

then stop planning on killing her!

She abandoned the rod, but kept the ring and hot lead ready.  She could spend a minute disarming this arrangement, but… instead she reached out to touch it, laying her hand flat against the side. The weapon ring transformed it into a weapon. A squat, rectangular shotgun. Ball bearings spilled out into the floor as she tipped it down to look at the handle.

clever way to disarm it

“You’re a clever girl, Lucy,” Guilherme said.  “You’ve learned many tricks when separated from your friends.  That’s a cleverness you need to embrace and capture.  You can do this.”

Fae teachers suck! Not the time!

She’d had other scares too.  Her fingers touched her arm where the Nettlewisp had been. You like it too much. Some small, subconscious part of herself had liked being prickly.  She’d liked that aesthetic, the twining vines, the spikes, the barbs.

the aesthetic slapped!

and once again Lucy is back to choosing whether or not to pick up the knife, between being the abrasive principled leader or the diplomat

Alexander had taught them about coup and claim.  She claimed this for herself.  She found the other connections to the other bells in this building and held them firm. Shadowy hands gripped the wire above and below the bell and held it fiercely taut. The bell jostled as smoke reached toward it from one direction, tugging, ready to pull away and jangle, but a reaching out of smoke from the opposite direction made it move back to center instead.

I am mentally pairing this scene with the one from earlier this arc of setting off the bells all at once for visuals for the Lucy song on my playlist

There were answering flashes without noise.  John.  Lucy had never meant for him to keep the silence rune on the gun.  She wondered for a moment if he’d want something more permanent-

awww

“Montague!” Matthew called out.  “Secure the remaining traps!  See if you can’t get the network!  Lucy, signal him!” There was a moment, brief, where it sure seemed like the Witch Hunter had looked at Lucy.

did the Witch Hunter have her name before? Because he seems like the kind of guy who's not averse to using mundane methods to track her down

Lucy had the feeling they’d let him pursue the ghouls, surrounded him from a very wide distance he couldn’t necessarily track, where bells and his influence were thinner, and treated the ghouls as a sacrifice or necessary risk to get the man under control.

the ghouls who are allied with Crooked Rook, not with Edith

Three things happened in the same moment, and there was nothing Lucy could do about it.  Chloe was fast, and Guilherme had taught Lucy about being fast, fighting against fast.  He knew well enough what to do. But Edith was ready, too. Fire erupted between Chloe and everyone else.

I wonder if Edith didn't want Lucy putting up barriers because using fire to contain Chloe instead would give Edith a chance to weaken or kill Chloe with plausible deniability?

She turned her attention to Edith instead. Another burst of flame and the emergence of the Girl by Candlelight made her change her mind. Lucy’s eyes widened as she realized who the most apparent target was.

Or that! Keeping Chloe feral and attacking lets Edith weaken Others (with her own allies not in range?), gives her a chance to get at Lucy, and maybe even deliberately keeps the Witch Hunter in play to whittle down those Others not allied with her

Lucy found the catch that served as the trigger for the little trap, then changed her mind.  She aimed down, twisting her lower body away, and pressed the muzzle against Chloe’s thigh.

kudos to Lucy for trying for non-lethal damage in a situation this dangerous

Her eyes adjusted to the light of the moonlight outside, magnified by the mask she wore, and she saw the chalk. Marred. Smudged out. Chloe leaped past it, catching Lucy. How much of this was intentional?

fuckfuckfuckfuck.

At this point Edith's only barely maintaining plausible deniability, she doesn't care anymore that Lucy knows to not trust her

The fact that the people who had gotten hurt were not their prime suspects.  John, the goblin riff-raff, Guilherme…

people who weren't warned... I guess this is a good sign for trusting Guilherme?

Melissa stopped running, skin tearing away in folds that reached around.  She lifted up off the ground, slender, tall, dark-haired Maricica, looking down at the encircled Witch Hunter. Lucy looked away, hand cupped so she couldn’t see the man. It was clear what would happen.

welp, guess that's dealt with

The sound of it all was too much.  Lucy turned away, walking, without looking at the aftermath. No, there was more aftermath to be had. This wasn’t the sort of thing that settled this easily. The Witch Hunter had friends, he had an employer, and…

GUESS THAT'S DEALT WITH

[hows-my-handwriting]

i need someone to take my brain away for at least another week if it comes up with one more spiderverse au that i think way too much about for the next month i will

hgdfahsdjgahsdjagheajfhejahge

anyway here's a list of all the ones i have so far. yell at me if you want to hear about them or yell at me if you want me to stop making them.

because i need to stop making them.

tokyo ghoul au

arcane au

little nightmares au

fae hobie au (yes just hobie. trust me its funny)

pacific rim au

jazz au

soul eater au

winged/avian au

im deranged. lock me up. put me back in my cage and ill be doing just fine gotta gotta get down-

do not say fantasy near me or my ass will medievalize them

[maelstrom007]

New Face, Who This?

Don't mind me, just playing in the sandbox that is @ghouldjams cod fae au. Mal switches things up, as they are wont to do, and trips up a certain fae in the process. Featuring ghouls oc Witch who I adore.

Mal looked at themselves in the mirror. They turned this way and that, but something just felt. . . off. Pursing their lips they sighed, changing into the fifth outfit that morning. Ugh, still not right. 

“Maybe it’s time for a change,” they murmured. When was the last time they did this? Twenty years ago? Maybe more? Yeah, it was time to switch things up. 

Stripping bare, they stared at the mirror once more. It was always easiest if they could see what they were doing. To start Mal focused on their face, studying the wide jaw and square face they had become accustomed to for the last however many years it’s been. Reaching forward toward their reflection, fingers splayed, they twisted their wrist. Mal’s reflection fractured, tesselating out in patterns and colors like a kaleidoscope, before suddenly snapping back into place. 

The face staring back at them was much softer, rounder around the cheeks with a charming mouth. Some things remained unchanged, like their fiery red hair and their bold eyebrows. For whatever reason they always stuck around. 

Moving on to the rest of their body, they wanted to move on from the sleek and slim rectangular build. In the end, they went for something a little more filled out, hints of muscle and practical strength within a sturdy frame. They’d have to workout to maintain it, they were using magic afterall, not working miracles.

With the excitement of a new canvas, finding an outfit was easy, opting for a long sundress. The lack of sleeves accentuated the new muscles in their arms nicely, while also complementing their new more feminine face. A last little splurge of magic allowed their hair to grow just long enough to place in a messy bun. 

As usual, the day was rather slow, mainly spent at their combination check out and consultation table project planning for recent clients. Creating patterns, planning dye lots, etc. etc. Their project ledger wasn’t completely full yet, so their curtains were pulled wide open, and a sign that said ‘Welcome, during business hours’ hung from the door. 

This meant that a certain handsome fae could slip in with no resistance, immediately waltzing up to the counter with a confidence that should have been annoying, if they weren’t in such a good mood. 

“Well hello, I - oh.” He started his greeting, but stumbled mid way through as Mal looked up from their ledger. 

They raised an eyebrow, “Hello to you too.”

Confusion was visible on his face, “Sorry, I was just expecting someone else.”

“And who would that be?”

“The last time I came in, maybe a little over a week ago, there was someone else here. Kind of small, very cute, with shaggy red hair almost the same color as yours.”

“Hunting for information, are we?”

A boyish glint sparkled in the others eyes as he leaned over the counter, “Now that I think of it you two look quite a bit alike. You two wouldn’t happen to be. . .siblings, would you?” 

Before Mal could even begin to think of a way to respond to that Witch glided in through the door, the wards tingling in delight and recognition of their clever creator. “Oh my gosh you will not believe the tea I have for you today, I heard that -” 

It only took Witch a second to notice the changes, and only a few more to piece together what Mal had done, “Wow!!!! You look great! I love what you’ve done with your hair, and that dress looks gorgeous on you, did you make it yourself?” 

Gossip forgotten, Witch ran up to dote on Mal, feeling the material and gushing over their new look. After a few minutes of this, the fae man coughed gently. 

“Shit! Sorry, I’ll let you finish up with your customer,” Witch said.

“Oh, I’m not a customer,” he said.

“Then what are you?”

“A nuisance,” Mal said, “a nosy one at that.”

Witch snorted, but said nothing. 

If he took offense to Mal’s comment, he didn’t show it, “All I want to know is who that fae is that I talked to a few weeks ago. About yea tall, pretty hands and shaggy red hair kind of like yours? Tell me, is red hair and attractiveness a job requirement? Or am I just incredibly lucky?” His lopsided grin would have been annoying if it didn’t look so good on his face.

Witch opened her mouth, “M-”

At the sound of their name starting in Witch’s mouth, Mal gave her a desperate look in warning. Even though ‘Mal’ wasn’t really their true name, it’s not something that they gave out left and right, let alone to loitering mystery fae. 

With barely a stumble in her speech, she corrected herself, “My friend here runs this shop by themselves. And damn well at that.”

He chuckled, “Well then, aren’t you full of surprises.” This time, Mal didn’t miss the once over he gave them. When their eyes met, his golden eyes looked molten hot. 

A blush rose to their cheeks unbidden, and Mal brought their hands together in a decisive clap, “Well! If you’re not a customer I must ask you to leave immediately as is shop policy,” a delicate line of fine print illuminated itself in recognition on the welcome sign, “Good day to you sir.”

The typically controlled and smooth wards were swift and erratic as they buffeted the mystery fae towards the door, however he resisted them as much as he could, “Tell me your name! What may I call you?” He called out frantically, attempting to brace himself against the wards unseen force. 

Mal raised their hand to aid in one final push to send him out the door, but paused as their eyes met once again. There was a desperation and sincerity in his features. Before Mal knew what they were doing they opened their mouth. 

“You may call me a fox, sir hunter, for that is all I am to you.” 

“And a lovely Fox you shall be,” he said, before he was sucked out of the door and summarily deposited on the street, curtains closing with a solid thwunk. 

The silence was thick in the shop before Witch broke it, voice strained with barely contained laughter “~You may call me a fox for that is all I am to you~”

“Shut upppp”

“Well, he’s a handsome hunter, I'll give him that.” 

Mal put their head in their hands, “He’s a nuisance and nothing more.” 

“Suuuure.”

They giggled desperately, “He is!! He comes waltzing in saying that he doesn’t want anything and then I kick him out cause he’s loitering!”

“God Mal you’re insufferable, he’s flirting with you you idiot.” 

“He is not.” 

“If you say so. But you best believe that I am going to bring this up over dinner because never in the time that I’ve known you have I seen your wards react like that.” 

Mal raised their head, eyebrows furrowed, “Dinner?”

Witch gave them a confused look, before letting out an exasperated sigh, “I forgot to say it out loud huh.”

“Yup.”

“Well, your ass, my house, I’m making dinner cause I haven’t had you over in ages. Be there or be square.” 

“I wonder if I could actually turn myself into a square.”

“Dammit Mal.”

[ghouljams]

Is fae könig actually a fae? Something you wrote made it seem like he isn't and just pretends he is to most of the population

That's pretty accurate actually.

König is what I have previously called "proto-fae" he's the first draft, the first story that humans started to tell, the oldest fear that there is: "there's a predator in the woods, it's big and bloodthirsty, and will use every manner of trickery to eat you alive." He's the legs of baba yaga's hut. He's the howling on the wind. He's the glowing eyes you dismiss as fireflies because to think otherwise...

The way fae society works in my au the fae consider most monsters to be their kin, but König is like a distant ancestor stepped out of fossil records. He's the uncanny Valley of fae. He pretends he's one of them, but he's closer to one of the fae's gods. He makes a good showing of playing fae, it's only old fae like Price that clock him. Even Witch is just guessing at what he is, she can feel the threat in her blood, some long long dead ancestor shaking at the sight of a creature they thought only existed to scare children away from wandering off the path, but she assumes he's just a powerful fae.

Honestly I think this makes the fact that Ghost routinely bullies König much more fun. Imagine you bump into God at the store and your partner immediately starts roasting them. Similarly this is why I think it's funny when Liebling is mean to him. König knows that he once held the continent in fear of his hunt, but liebling is rolling up a newspaper to bap his nose like he's a misbehaving dog.

[elmaxlys]

First Crown

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witch!gabe au headcanons

✧ got funky hair coloring going on, blue-gray fading gradient ( almost looks purple in certain light ) while near the part stays a dark brown. shoulder-length as always

✧ has snake bites, industrial bar, lobe, and helix piercings, and a bridge / earl bar

✧ ( gonna keep liboiron as his fc for now )

✧ non-supernat people think he's got strange tribal lineart tattoos from elbow to wrist. nah, they're otherworldly markings, granting him pseudo longevity via "healing" -- siphoning his own mana reserves constantly ( takes a ton of naps to compensate )

✧ in the middle of his palms are eye tattoos that he can use to "see" into places & traverse beyond the veil betwixt mundane and non-mundane

✧ wood and metal's easier to be able to peer through. stone isn't, especially black onyx / volcanic-ash infused materials

✧ allergic to charcoal products

✧ his tats seem ( are ) sentient, telling him important things -- daily life tips alongside prophetic omens ( like that one comic strip with the woman getting possessed by a demon, but in actuality the demon is helping her out of a depressive funk )

✧ said patron 'deity' is one of those strange long-forgotten gods that everybody never gets the name right of. he just calls them steve.

✧ total whiz with spells, hexes and curses that have to do with words / wording ( e.g., a client walks around with a hexed stone / bag in their pocket, and their harasser goes to speak their dead name only to instead say their personal chosen one )

✧ finds out he can dreamwalk, which is another gift he isn't quite accustomed to yet

✧ also REALLY INTO plant magic, just fyi

✧ thinks social media "witches" are stupid and essentially all just money-hungry grifters

✧ is a "can't sit straight to save his life" bisexual and has a death-head hawkmoth familiar ( which can come alive from a tattoo across his throat / make smaller copies of itself )

✧ he likes humans, angels & angel-adjacent monsters, minotaurs, gnolls, kobolds, & cat types, orc and orc-types, werewolves & werebeasts in general, satyrs, centaurs. the fae occasionally veer into uncanny valley territory. not too much a fan of vampires, though. or zombies / ghouls / thralls

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Between Fire and Ice

Part 2

Witch x Rún X Price

After satisfying your lust driven hungry temporarily, you find yourself on you back at the mercy of two of the closest people to you..

This is part 2 of of the fic literally no one wanted or asked for. Apart from me, that one anon and perhaps Ghoul? This was inspired by a post by ghouljams that is linked in the first part to this fic. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams and this story is very much inspired by their writing. It's also the cause of my brainrot for Witch and Price. Thanks for all the help and feedback on this fic Ghoul love you lots - xoxo 💋

Witch is @ghouljams original character. Lio is the childhood nickname Ghoul gave to Witch.

Rún is a reader insert character

This isn't canon

(Pictures are for aesthetics only it does not indicate readers skin tone or hair)

Warnings: MDNI, Description of Witch, lots and lots of pining, accidental self-drugging, aphrodisiac smut, kissing, very fluffy, one use of the word slut, orgasm denial, a little bit of manhandling, little bit of cum play, threat of choking but no choking, dom/sub dynamic, praise kink, slight teasing, breast play, nipple pinching, more fluff, Witch and Price make Rún cry but they make up for it, low self esteem at times for Rún, hurt/comfort sorry if I missed any.

Part 1

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Everything felt fuzzy, fleeting, almost numb in a sense. Very similar to how your dreams felt when they were about to end. When you were about to wake, disappointed that the loving touches you felt weren't real. You keep your eyes closed praying to stay here a little longer. Praying that this dream was real this time around. You stretch your arms out, running your fingers through the soft duvet as your breaths come out in harsh pants. Let it last a little longer. Please, just a little longer. Your skin buzzes with need as you feel delicate fingers tracing up your shaky legs, leaving a heated trail behind while gently removing your cum stained stockings.

You keep your eyes closed desperately trying to keep your mind in this fever dream. Cementing feeling of the soft duvet that your burning hot body is placed on. You preserve the smell of lust and cum that was mixing with the familiar incense of Witch's room in your mind…as well as the scent of the two people holding your body. Two? Why were there two? It's always only been Lio in these dreams.

Mixed scents wafts through the air. Some familiar, others not so much. Roses, honey, medicinal herbs, musk, snow, pine, burning wood, it was beginning to get all too much for your overwhelmed mind. Your nerves were sparking alive while your skin was glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. Blood was rushing to all corners of your body, the thumping in your ear drowning out all other noise. Your heart was composing a symphony for everyone in the room to witness. It hammered against your ribs, fighting for a way to break through your chest. You gasp and flinch as two pairs of hands slowly find their way onto your exposed body again, the touch felt electrifying as they explored your heated skin. Yet they've been cruelly keeping away from the very place you needed their touch the most.

“Open your eyes Rún…I want to look into your pretty eyes while I play with you”, you hesitate. If this was a dream…why was Price here? You're not sure if your heart will be able to handle the embarrassment of being displayed between not only Witch but Price too. It was already embarrassing when you have your regular dreams with Lio, though in majority of them she's just holding and kissing you. You feel two sets of hands massaging your tender flesh in encouragement to do as you're told. Your dreams weren't usually this vivid though. 

When your breathing calms a bit, your eyes finally flutter open. Memories flood back the second your eyes lock onto a pair of steel blues. This wasn't a dream. You whimper out in embarrassment feeling their hands massage your tender muscles. Your tongue inadvertently goes out to lick your lips, chasing the taste you only just got to experience. You find yourself on your back, head resting on Price's muscular lap as he murmurs sweet encouragement. Your eyes bat up at him, getting the lust induced haze out before they flicker down to where Witch is situated in between your legs. Your vision finally clears, you meet her warm lust filled eyes while she places soft kisses on your inner thighs, drawing further moans from your lips. Her hands slowly leave a trail of heat over your skin as her lips find their way over your stomach to your supple breasts and then finally to your sensitive nipples.

“Lio…”, you gasp as her fingers find your other nipple to twist between her two fingers letting the pain ground your mind a bit. This definitely wasn't a dream. You wanted to hide somewhere, away from their red hot gaze. Liar..that's not what you wanted..

Right..You were more afraid of your own desire, the desperate need of wanting to drown in the heat of their lust. Was that all it was? Lust? Her hands trail back to your thighs completely ignoring the puddle forming between them, while you continue to whimper in frustration. You wanted this to be more than just lust…despite how the circumstances arose you wanted…more. No you shouldn't be so greedy…But you desperately wanted to be..

“Doing so well Rún, such a good girl…our good girl. You just needed a little encouragement isn't that right?”, your eyes flicker up to where Price is petting your hair. You watch as his warm calloused hands run down your collarbone making you shiver in anticipation. They finally move down to cup your supple breasts, making sure to give them a generous squeeze. One that had your breath catching in your throat. You hold his gaze hoping to communicate through your eyes the ever present need for release. The situation was embarrassing as it is, you didn't want to have to ask them to do explicit things to you. Realising this wasn't a dream was making things so much harder. At least if it was a dream you could voice your wants without feeling so guilty.

“Show us how you like pleasuring yourself Rún…We want to watch you make yourself cum..”, Your pleading eyes move back to Witch as you don't think you'll be able to handle that much embarrassment in one day. When she shows you no respite from her evasive hands, you end up hiding your face in your own.

“I-Its too embarrassing…it's my first time doing this in front of someone…”, you whine out pathetically, still continuing to hide your face. But it seems Price is having none of that as he grabs your arms to pin on either side of you as Witch trails her nails over your sensitive body. Goosebumps break out all over your skin when they manhandle you into the position they want you in. Your arms are pinned to your sides as they marvel at your delicate skin, preventing you from escaping from their heated gaze. 

“How are we going to learn to pleasure you if we don't know how you like to touch yourself? If you won't tell us what feels good you'll have to show us in some way”, you whine louder at his words not wanting to do as they say. But all Price does is smirk at you. You could feel his magic vibrating off him as his smoke filled the space around you. Notes of burning wood were entering your senses making your skin prickle and your mind go numb but Witch brushed it away just as quickly as it touched you. Making sure she gave Price a look that screamed ‘no’. 

“I know love I know it's hard …my precious star…my Vega…I want you to feel good…really I do…I want to make you feel good…but I can't do that if you won't say anything to me…please… be my good girl..be our good girl..tell us where you want to be touched.. show us how..”, you gaze at her and listen to the sincerity of her voice. Be good Rún..be good for her..you can do it..you can be good for her..

Your breath comes out labored, as your eyes lock with theirs. The skin where they touched you felt hot and prickly yet all you wanted from them was to be held closer to them. But you also wanted to be good for them. You wanted to earn their praise. 

“Ok…I-I'll try…I'll try to be good for you…”, They smile at you softly before releasing your arms so you can move again. 

Your body felt feverish, like it was burning you from the inside. Yet you could do little about it. Your need was building and there was a sticky mess forming between your spread legs. Your slick pussy was practically drooling from the attention they were giving you. But you wanted Witch's hands on you instead of your own, she even seemed eager to do so. Which you thought was something that would never happen. Maybe if you did a good job showing her what felt good she'll touch you too. 

You feel Price move his arms away from your collarbone to your kneecaps to push them further apart. You whimper at the compromising position you’re put in but decide you can't back out without trying to be good for Witch. They coo and encourage you as you move your hands to where you wanted to be touched most, their keen eyes watching your every move with Witch trailing her hands from your stomach to your breast to roll your nipples between her fingers. 

You gasp at the slight pain as you run your fingers up your slit. Fuck…you were sensitive... The first few touches on your clit were tentative, experimental almost since you didn't know how your body was going to react to the drug. You’re given your answer immediately as your body jolts at the gentle feather-light touches. You watch them both smile as you do as you're told. But you can't handle their inquisitive gaze as you watch them study you so intensely. Your eyes flutter shut as you try to drown out the embarrassment with the electric pleasure you were experiencing through your fingers. Witch's hands abandon your sore nipples the second your eyes closed to instead gently snake a hand around your throat in warning. You let out a low whimper in your throat but still refuse to open them. The hold wasn't enough to cut airflow, not yet anyways. You found that you liked the danger of the threat, that you liked the possibility of a punishment. But only because it was them. You take it as a serious warning when you hear Price growl low in your ear. 

“Eyes on me or Witch, pretty girl…I can be quite mean with disobedient sluts…you wouldn't want to stop now would you?”, you open your eyes hastily when you feel her squeeze your throat tighter at Price's words. The pain felt nice, felt grounding. You felt safe with them.

The sensation was foreign but you found that you liked it. Your eyes dilate when they meet hers, you soak in the most mischievous but gentle expression you've never seen on her face. She could probably tell you liked the impending danger of his warning. She seems to be enjoying having you at her mercy too. You liked being at her mercy, being told what to do. You wanted to shut your brain off for a while, wanted to drift off to a cozy little headspace, somewhere safe.

“You either keep your eyes on Witch or me. If that's too much for you we'll stop, understand?”, a moan slips out first but you end up nodding your head at Price's words. Your eyes stay glued on Witch and her movements as you watch her hands return to the sensitive flesh of your nipples while yours disappear between your shaky legs. Price holds them open to make sure he's soaking in all the information he'll need for later but you're too focused on Witch and your own pleasure to care too much about what he's doing. 

You gaze at Witch's features as you imagine it's her stroking the entrance of your virgin cunt. You imagine her biting her lips when she finally dips two fingers into the tight hole. You imagine her taking her time kissing and caressing every inch of your sensitive body while she looks at you with her gentle eyes. You imagine her long eyelashes fluttering shut when her soft lips finally descend onto yours, determined in stealing your breath away as her tongue clashes with yours. You feel the light stretch and burn of your fingers going in but you keep the thrusts shallow before you curl them to find your weak spot. You needed to cum…like right now before the images leave your mind. Your legs squirm and buck trying to close but Price stays vigilant in his role and keeps your legs spread open on the bed. Your eyes are becoming dazed with your fantasies but despite this you keep them open to gaze at Witch.

"It's like a fountain down here…”, you bite back a moan at Witch's words while continuing to curl your fingers as you bring your other hand down to tap your wet swollen clit before rubbing gentle circles over it. Witch watched on in amusement as the wet sounds of your tight cunt filled the room.  Making sure it was drowning everyone's senses in your sound and smell. Price continued to whisper praises in your ear but it seemed like he was talking to your pussy rather than to you. Going as far as to call ‘her’ a ‘good girl’. You feel yourself gushing further at his words, making the squelch of your juices so much louder. You never had someone talk to your pussy directly like that. 

“Aww look at your pussy gushing at the slightest praise. She's a needy girl isn't she? She's doing such a good job getting wet like that, isn't that right Darlin?”, Price looks directly at Witch when he says that only for her to smirk back at him while her head comes closer to place kisses all over your neck and jawline, occasionally nipping at the skin. More��you needed more…you wanted to be marked… you wanted them to mark you. You wanted to be covered in their claim. 

“Oh it seems this pretty pussy likes Price talking to her”, you gasp as you feel her move away from your marked neck to crouch down and blow cold air onto your clit making your back arch and your legs shake. God..you need more of her attention on you, their attention on you… Price goes from petting your hair to caressing the side of your neck with his thick fingers, making sure to fondly run them over the marks Witch left. 

You feel Witch spread your pussy lips to get a better look at you fingerings yourself. You jolt and involuntarily try to move away but you're held back down by Price as she does it again. Price takes on stroking your face to comfort you while you shiver in his hold. Your clit tingles from the cold air being blown on it, yet it wasn't enough, not nearly enough. You wanted more, needed more. Your head felt fuzzy, your mind drowning in the images of Witch playing with you. At this point you weren't even paying attention to what was happening, something Witch wasn't happy about. But you weren't able to pick up on it, your mind was too cum drunk to think about anything else. 

You feel a knot forming in your lower abdomen. You feel the high impending, getting closer to push you over the edge, to engulf your body in euphoric flames. You work your finger faster anticipating your building climax. Your eyes stay locked with Witch as she whispers things to you but you're too far gone to understand. You're too focused on the shape of her perfect lips, too focused on how they would taste. You wanted them on you, wanted to taste the nectar off them, wanted to drown in her sweetness. You continue working your hand, building up your desire to drown you instead. Your skin felt feverishly hot despite Witch blowing cold air over your leaking cunt. Your legs begin to tremble as your climax nears, your juices gush over your two fingers making them extremely sloppy and uncoordinated, despite this you continue. The squelching sound of your leaking cunt was drowning out any other noise in your head. You try to give your needy clit some attention to push yourself over the edge. But your hands get pulled away gently just as you're about to tap it, just as your about to sent yourself into pure euphoric bliss. You let out a pathetic sob in mostly shock but also hurt. Why did they stop you?

“I’m sorry love..I know I'm sorry.. don't cry Starlight…we'll make you feel better..just hold off a little longer ok…we’ll make it worth the while”, Price whispers down at you while you're on the verge of crying louder. Why did they stop you? Did you do something wrong? Your magic floats around you in betrayal and the pain of being denied release. The air was becoming pressurised and oppressive with your hurt feelings. 

Your eyes flicker from Price to Witch as you try your best to keep the tear at bay. They look at you sympathetically while you try to stop the little hiccups from coming out. But little sniffles come out anyway as you try to understand why they had stopped you from cumming, especially when you were so close. Your skin continues to buzz as the need skyrockets but you have no outlet to relieve the ache. So you're left to squirm in their hold as they continue to soothe you. 

“Im sorry love…I know…I'm sorry..just wait a little longer…We just want you present for this moment…you're too in your head…stay with us luvie…focus on us...”, you watch Witch bring your cum soaked fingers to her lips while you continue to whine. But Price runs his hand down your sternum to help regulate your breathing again. You feel his magic overpower yours to settle your emotions, as he continues to whisper sweet praise in your ear...Maybe you were too in your head… You try to calm your breathing as you focus on Witch enjoying your nectar. You watch her put on a show for you as she works her tongue between the sticky goodness on your fingers, making sure to suckle on them for emphasis. Both you and Price moan at her antics..

“Please I'll be good..promise I'll listen…please let me cum..please”, you beg through your sniffles and tears yet all Price does is coo at you while Witch continues to enjoy your essence on her tongue. You lay there rubbing you thighs together in need, trying to get the pounding in your heart to lessen. You were being good right?...They weren't mad at you right?  Watching her lick your cum off your fingers was a dream come true so at least you had that. You felt her warm wet tongue lap at your cum stained fingers making your neglected cunt clench and drool even further for her. What was she saying before you were about to come? You should have been listening better…idiot…you always fuck things up…

“Let's try this again”, your ears perk up at her words as you watch as she places your clean fingers back onto your clit while Price encourages you to start thrusting your fingers in and out again. Stray tears slip down your face blurring your vision but you follow their movements exactly. Hoping this time you'd do everything they ask of you without fail. Price is back in your ear cooing at your tightly wound up cunt. Giving her much more praise than he's ever given you. Which is slightly upsetting but you can't complain right now. You watch as her loving eyes find yours again. That provided some relief to your heart..She wasn't mad…

“Now…when I ask you a question Rún you answer it ok? My good girl, I know you can do it. Remember to keep your eyes on me”, Witch's hand returns to rub circles around your nipples as she places kisses over your tear stained cheeks.

“Yes ma’am…”, you hiccup through the tremors running across your body while Witch smiles at your response. You watch as she takes Price's place beside your ear while trailing kisses and suckling on your sensitive skin along the way. Price moves away to give her room to leave hickies while he watches on in amusement petting both your head and Witch’s. You get back into a rhythm but everything felt so tightly wound and sore. You were extremely emotional from overthinking and being denied release, to the point where you felt you'd say yes to anything as long as you got to cum, as long as they praised you for being good. If they asked you for your heart you'd rip it out this instant. Your mind, body, soul, everything, you'd give them everything. You just wanted to be good…

“What are you thinking about pretty girl? What's gotten you so deep in thought? Who's the lucky man your eyes are glazed for?”, Witch murmurs in your ear, making sure you hear her this time. You gasp and whimper as she finds a sensitive spot on your neck to suckle on while your mind works overtime to answer her questions. Price watches you both interact with a smirk. Even now Witch didn't believe it was her image your mind was conjuring. Your breath comes out labored gasps at her questions but you still manage to answer. You wanted to be good for her. You will be good for her.

“Not a man…not.. a man”, that's all you can manage for now while your fingers work your orgasm up again. Your tears have dried but your eyes still felt glassy as if you'd start crying again at any second. You hear Price huff out a laugh as he pushes your legs out further giving Witch a better view of your dripping cunt from where she sat. Her nails skimmed from your nipples to your stomach. Leaving a pleasant pain in their wake. But you recognise a threat when you see it. She was going to pull your hand off again if you didn't answer properly.

“Who's the lucky woman then?”, Price chuckles as he leans his toned body over to capture Witch's lips. The image stung your eyes. you wanted it to be you. You wanted Witch's lips on your mouth. You wanted her to be kissing you gently as her fingers found themselves inside you. But it wasn't you, it was never going to be you. Your chest hurts watching them twist their tongues together, you wished you could join them. It felt as if you didn't exist beneath them. Maybe you shouldn't be here..They seem so perfect together, there was no need for you to be here..

The kiss finally breaks with a string of saliva falling between them and onto your chest, which Price rubs into your skin as he smiles at you softly. Witch's eyes find yours and they're just as sweet, you watch here eyes drift to your lips before returning to your eyes. Why was she so good to you?…You only ever cause trouble for her…Your hand had retreated because you were in awe of her beauty. In awe of how lucky you were to be a part of her life. You just wanted to be closer..wanted to be scorched under her heated gaze if that's what it took. She looked as radiant as the sun sitting next to you with her fluffy hair framing her face, falling in beautiful curls down to her waist. 

But your heart still ached and you didn't know when but tears slipped past your waterline again. Maybe it was because you realised you could never truly be with her romantically, not like Price can. She felt like something far out of your reach. The many thousands of times you've dreamt of confessing to Lio you never imagined you'd be compelled to do it while you were drugged. It's not the most romantic thing is it? Yet all you wanted to do right now was pour your heart out for her. The words left your mouth before you could stop them. 

“Lio…I think about loving her…I dream about holding her…”, it's a whisper but you know she heard you because of the shock written all over her face. Her hands freeze on your skin and the seed of regrets enters your heart. But you push it down. It didn't matter if she didn't reciprocate your feelings. She had Price so obviously she didn't need you. But you wanted her to know you loved her. You'll probably never have her gentle hands on your naked body again. But that was ok at least you got to experience it once in your life. You wanted to experience her warmth to the fullest today, despite her not returning your feelings. You just prayed this wasn't the end of your friendship. Not yet.. you weren't ready to leave her just yet..a little longer…just a little longer…

“What exactly about Witch?”, Price asks shifting his position to get better access to you, replacing your hand on your clit while bringing the other towards the breast Witch had stopped playing with. You jolt at his touch as your breathing quickens. He navigated your sensitive areas with precision and ease, like he was an expert in your anatomy. He must have been paying attention..

The pressure was building and you were caged between two warm bodies. It was everything you ever wanted to experience. The warmth and love of someone you care about being reciprocated. Despite the shock, Witch's eyes still held yours gently, while Price continued to do the work for everyone. It didn't seem like he minded though. He kissed your neck while encouraging you to continue voicing your thoughts. While imploring Witch to continue to touch you, which she does without question but her mind was still catching up with her movements. 

“Her warm eyes…I imagine them looking at me…*gasp*”, Price pinches your nipple but you continue as if a dam broke and your words couldn't get out fast enough. Your eyes stay glued to Witch through your spaced out breaths hoping to show your sincerity through them. And also admiring the beauty of her flushed complexion and her rosy lips. 

But your eyes were rapidly becoming blurry again as Price's thick fingers found themselves inside your tight cunt without warning. It was a shock since you weren't expecting it, despite this your body welcomed him greedily. Your walls wrapped around him like a vice, making sure to coat his fingers in your cum. The stretch burned deliciously, much more than your fingers ever have. You buck your hips against his hand trying to gain more friction, trying to get them hit your sweet spot. You wanted to smash your lips on Lio so badly but this wasn't how you wanted your kiss to be like. You wanted it to be more special than this, wanted it to be tender and sweet. Not that you'd get the chance. 

“I imagine her smiling at me as she kisses…fuck!…my lips”, this time the pinch came to the clit almost sending you over the edge but you continued on despite trying to slow Price's fingers down a little so you could think straight for a second. You weren't used to feeling so full, so stuffed. You wondered if your body could ever handle an actual cock or toy. They would be much bigger wouldn't they? Price continues to whisper his encouragement to you while also trying to keep Witch in the present. It seems like her mind was drifting with your words. Her movements were getting sloppy and Price could tell.

“I imagine her…laying me on her bed.. making..love to…me”, your body was on fire just like your mind, but the words just kept spilling from your mouth. Everything was moving too quickly for you to really understand the consequences of what you were saying. You just wanted release. You wanted redemption for all the time you've lost denying yourself love. Tears slip past your waterline again and your vision clears for a second when they fall before more stream down your face. You catch glimpses of Witch looking at you gently but also extremely conflicted. She brought her body closer to yours as you felt Price working you to the edge. Working you to completion by his rough fingers playing with your delicate body. You wanted it, wanted to fall apart, wanted to break completely for them. But you wanted to do it with their permission. Wanted to do it with their approval..

“Please…please can I come?.. *sob* please.. I'll be good.. I swear..*sob..I promise I'll listen.. please…please let me cum?”, your eyes plead to Witch while she caresses you, Price's fingers feverishly try to unravel the knot inside you. Your words brings Witch out of her thoughts as she smiles down at you so sweetly, 

“Cum Rún..you deserve it…my good girl…you did such a good job..our sweet girl..”, you sob as her hand replaces Price's on your clit.”

“Our good girl…cum all over my fingers luv”, Price says, working his fingers much deeper into your sloppy cunt, if that was even possible. Apart from your fast approaching orgasm you felt so soft placed between them. It felt like there was nothing that could truly hurt when you lay in their loving embrace. It's been so long since you felt this all-encompassing form of love, perhaps you did have a place in this world. Even if it was temporary..You wanted to stay here so badly. You wanted to bind yourself to them, even if it was only for a while longer. Please keep me…Please let me stay…Just a little longer..a little longer.. Your mouth moves to cement your wishes before your heart can change its tune.

“Thank you thank you thank you….”, you whisper out in delirium. The first hook that embeds into you is rhapsodic, the warmth lights up your heart like a beacon. Yet you can't get enough. You want more, you needed more. The words drip from your tongue like it's second nature. With each utterance of the words you find your cold heart warming to unbelievable degrees. As if a miniature solar system was forming in your heart with the sun in the center of it. It wasn't enough..you needed more…more…more. You wanted the warmth to submerge you, for it to become unbearable. 

Price watches the gold tethers hook into all of them whilst he helps by keeping your legs open for Witch. He watches your juices spilling out of your fluttering cunt more and more as each tether takes hold in their hearts. Your dazed, mind completely shattered as thank yous roll off your tongue with ease. Your body shakes, twitching from the pinch of the tethers as you try to find something, someone, anyone to hold onto while you fall apart. He takes one hand to the tethers connecting you three to give a gentle tug to help you over the edge.

You feel the tug at your heartstrings. The all encompassing heat that rained down on your flesh and bones. You feel your sanity slipping as the ecstasy floods your senses. As it infects every nerve ending, tugging and pulling until the knot your lower abdomen is wound too tight. Your nerves are burning, sparking like a live wire. You're so close. So incredibly close. 

You feel the second tug shaper this time and so does Witch because she grinds her fingers harder onto your poor sensitive clit giving it a tap as you shudder in their hold. Price isn't happy though, he wanted you to shatter completely for them, wanted you so broken only they could put you together again. You feel him smirk beside your cheek, making sure to give a particularly mean tug this time around, one that he knew would send you over the edge. 

The sharp pain wipes your mind of any coherent thought, blinding white heat engulfs every nerve on your body. Fuck…fuck..fuck! It sends you over the edge as expected. Your body folds, shivering from the intensity. A sob leaves your mouth as you feel your cum soaked walls clamping around his thick fingers trying to push them out. You hear them moan as your shuddering body makes a mess on Price's fingers. As you tremble in their hold, with more thanks yous falling from your lips.

The pain of hooks embedding into your heart was making your body convulse. The knot unwinds and your legs clamp shut with your body seizing. Your body collapses in on itself from the sheer power of your orgasm and pain from the hooks you couldn't stop creating. Your cunt gushes around his fingers like never before, squeezing them as tight as you could. You feel Price removing them rather quickly, his hand instead finding one of yours to steady you. You feel two bodies surrounding you, whispering to you, kissing you while you ride out your high. You never had an orgasm this intense. 

Their gentle hands were keeping your twitching body between them, making sure to hold you close as you cried from release in their arms. The pain only stops when a hand is placed over your mouth to prevent anything from coming out, forcing you to breathe through your nose. Your heart felt full, it felt bound, it felt tied down to your chest. It felt warm. It's been so long since you felt warm. You didn't know what to do with yourself so you just clung to them out of sheer desperation. Your body continued to twitch but hands soon found their way to you trying to caress the tremors away. 

Eventually you go limp in their warm embrace, you feel your eyes drooping, fighting to stay awake. Your body was spent from that single mind shattering orgasm, you don't think you'd be able to handle another one even if you wanted to continue. You cling to them chasing the warmth, not wanting to let go so soon but sleep was invading your mind and you could do little to fight it off. 

“Go to sleep Starlight.. we'll be here when you wake up”, you feel the last few kisses to your skin as they tuck you into bed with them. Gentle whispers are exchanged above you as your eyes finally flutter shut. You wished you could stay here forever…or maybe just a little longer…

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MCYTBLR AU FEST - The Gifts by the Numbers

How Many Gifts? 

Over the course of the event, we saw gifts delivered from 133 gifters, of which 24 were pinch hits. Some of these gifters gave multiple gifts, because you are all just incredibly dedicated!

What Gifts?

The most commonly given gift was writing, but we also saw a considerable amount of art, and a good amount of other types of gifts. 

Writing: 78 gifts

Art: 46 gifts

Web Weave: 12 gifts

Playlist: 8 gifts

Stimboard: 2 gifts

What AUs?

We had a LOT of different AUs. A number of the gifts were tagged with several different tags to properly sum them up, but still— just look at all the AUs!

Fantasy: 32 gifts

Modern: 21 gifts

Paranormal: 13 gifts

Science Fiction: 13 gifts

Crossover: 7 gifts

Magic: 6 gifts

Superheros: 6 gifts

Cyberpunk: 5 gifts

Dungeons & Dragons: 5 gifts

Gods and Goddesses: 5 gifts

High School: 5 gifts

Mob Hybrids: 4 gifts

Royalty: 4 gifts

Coffee shops & Cafes: 3 gifts

Different Ending: 3 gifts

Dimensional Travel: 3 gifts

Fae: 3 gifts

Mermaid: 3 gifts

Soulmates: 3 gifts

Urban Fantasy: 3 gifts

Werewolf: 3 gifts

Assassin: 2 gifts

College/University: 2 gifts

Family Dynamic: 2 gifts

Horror: 2 gifts

LOTR: 2 gifts

Mafia: 2 gifts

Magical Girls: 2 gifts

Mystery: 2 gifts

Phantom of the Opera: 2 gifts

Pirates: 2 gifts

Post-apocalyptic: 2 gifts

Prank War: 2 gift

Sports: 2 gifts

Theatre: 2 gifts

Time Travel: 2 gifts

Vampire: 2 gifts

Villains: 2 gifts

30000 leagues under the sea: 1 gift

Age of Sail: 1 gift

Apocalypse: 1 gift

Age Reversal: 1 gift

ARK: Survival Evolved: 1 gift

Bad Guys Won: 1 gift

The Breakfast Club: 1 gift

Canon Divergence: 1 gift

Circus: 1 gift

Cowboys: 1 gift

Cryptid: 1 gift

Dinosaurs: 1 gift

Dystopian: 1 gift

Fairy Tail: 1 gift

Farm/Ranch: 1 gift

Forest Spirit: 1 gift

Heist: 1 gift

Historical: 1 gift

Idols: 1 gift

Isekai: 1 gift

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell: 1 gift

Mechanic: 1 gift

Minimum Wage: 1 gift

Monsters: 1 gift

Musuem: 1 gift

Over the Garden Wall: 1 gift

The Owl House: 1 gift

Pokemon: 1 gift

Prequel: 1 gift

Roller Blading: 1 gift

Raft: 1 gift

Robots: 1 gift

Road Trip: 1 gift

Room of Swords: 1 gift

Sacrifice: 1 gift

Science: 1 gift

Shapeshifter: 1 gift

Shop: 1 gift

Slime Rancher: 1 gift

Small town: 1 gift

Soul Reapers: 1 gift

Space: 1 gift

Space Opera: 1 gift

Speedrunning: 1 gift

Spies and Secret Agents: 1 gift

StarCraft: 1 gift

Summer Camp: 1 gift

Supernatural: 1 gift

Teacher: 1 gift

Tokyo Ghoul: 1 gift

Twitch Streamers: 1 gift

Vegas: 1 gift

Warlock: 1 gift

Warrior Cats: 1 gift

Winx: 1 gift

Witches: 1 gift

Wings: 1 gift

Zombie: 1 gift

What Servers?

As above, we had several crossovers! DSMP was the most popular server, but 3rd LIfe, Hermitcraft, Origins and Empires all made a good showing, and we had several smaller servers that people still made gifts for. 

DSMP: 85 gifts

3L/LL/DL: 23 gifts

Hermitcraft: 21 gifts

Origins: 21 gifts

Empires: 13 gifts

30 Day SMP: 2 gifts

Afterlife: 2 gifts

Mianite: 1 gift

MCSR: 1 gift

SMP Live: 1 gift

Vault Hunters: 1 gift

What Characters?

Who did people choose to put in AUs? Well TommyInnit, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Grian led the leaderboards, but there were a lot of different characters who had the spotlight, even if for a little bit. 

TommyInnit: 34 gifts

Ranboo: 31 gifts

Tubbo: 25 gifts

Grian: 24 gifts

Wilbur Soot: 23 gifts

Technoblade: 21 gifts

GoodTimesWithScar: 19 gifts

Philza: 19 gifts

Dream (tagged as Dreamwastaken): 15 gifts

Quackity: 15 gifts

Sapnap: 13 gifts

PearlescentMoon: 12 gifts

Charlie Slimecicle: 10 gifts

GeorgeNotFound: 10 gifts

Jschlatt: 10 gifts

Jimmy Solidarity: 10 gifts

Joel Smallishbeans: 9 gifts

Niki Nihachu: 8 gifts

Mumbo Jumbo: 8 gifts

Karl Jacobs: 7 gifts

Scott Smajor: 7 gifts

Fundy: 6 gifts

GeminiTay: 6 gifts

Rendog: 6 gifts

Awesamdude: 5 gifts

Ethoslab: 5 gifts

ImpulseSV: 5 gifts

LD Shadowlady: 5 gifts

Zombie Cleo: 5 gifts

Captain Sparkelz: 3 gifts

DocM77: 3 gifts

Eret: 3 gifts

fWhip: 3 gifts

Foolish Gamers: 3 gifts

Jack Manifold: 3 gifts

Jellie: 3 gifts

Joe Hills: 3 gifts

Martyn InTheLittleWood: 3 gifts

Purpled: 3 gifts

TangoTek: 3 gifts

Bdoubleo100: 2 gifts

Friend the Sheep: 2 gifts

Iskall: 2 gifts

Ghostbur: 2 gifts

MythicalSausage: 2 gifts

Ponk: 2 gifts

Sneegsnag: 2 gifts

Xornoth: 2 gifts

Zedaph: 2 gifts

Aimsey: 1 gift

Boatem: 1 gift

BadBoyHalo: 1 gift

Captain Puffy: 1 gift

Chat: 1 gift

Couriway: 1 gift

ConnorEatsPants: 1 gift

Dr. Renstein: 1 gift

Evil Xisuma: 1 gift

FalseSymmetry: 1 gift

Feinberg: 1 gift

Granola the Fox: 1 gift

Hannahxxrose: 1 gift

Hbomb94: 1 gift

Joey Graceffa: 1 gift

Katherine Elizabeth: 1 gift

iijerichoii: 1 gift

Ianite: 1 gift

Michael _Beloved: 1 gift

omgitsfirefox: 1 gift

PeteZahHutt: 1 gift

Pixlriffs: 1 gift

Poundcake: 1 gift

Punz: 1 gift

Renbob: 1 gift

Ranboo’s Mother: 1 gift

Sam Nook: 1 gift

Skizzleman: 1 gift

SynHD: 1 gift

StressMonster101: 1 gift

The Red King: 1 gift

TinaKitten: 1 gift

VintageBeef: 1 gift

Yogurt the Fox: 1 gift

Xisumavoid: 1 gift

Check out the blog for more of the art and playlists, and you can check out the Ao3 collection for the fics! (73 submitted fics on the Archive, of which four broke 20k, and one was a twine game!) Thank you all for participating, this was tons of fun.