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Medhi LaRue 1,200 years old faerie Unclaimed Slave

[medhilarue]

Medhi’s Spring Mischief Magic Anon List 2022

Rule #63: Muse has found themselves in the body of the opposite sex. Effect lasts for 72 hours. (Adele Exarchopoulos)

Deliriously Drunk: Muse becomes excessively drunk for a specified amount of time, acting oddly and hallucinating occasionally. Muse may react to drunkenness however they please. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Perfect Insanity: Muse will be on a quest to make out with the one person they know they shouldn’t. Anon can decide who that person is or leave it up to mun. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Leather: Muse must wear a leash and collar, becoming extremely horny as a result. If another mun sends this off anon, the muse must be their character’s slave for the duration and do whatever they ask. Effect lasts for 48 hours.

Latent Desires: Muse will have dirty thoughts about anyone they interact with, whether they like the other muse or not. Effect lasts for 72 hours.

Sensitivity: Muse’s whole body becomes an erogenous zone. Clothes and touch do not help. Effect lasts for 48 hours.

Freaky Friday: Muse has found themselves swapping bodies with another character (both muns must agree to this FC swap). Effect lasts for 48 hours. (Wren Evenfall)

Body Mod: Muse has a specific physical trait changed, added, or removed by anon’s choice (eye color, height, scars, hair length or color, size, etc.). Anon can request anything as minor or as weird as they like. Effect lasts for 48 hours. (Horse dick)

Love’s Keen Sting: Muse becomes obsessively jealous of a person of the anon’s choosing, believing them to be a romantic rival. Effect lasts 24 hours. (Faust Highmore)

Kinky Boots: Muse is now dressed in some sort of fetish wear (crossdressing, bondage gear, chastity devices, body harnesses, anything leather or latex or other material, etc.) either at the anon’s specification or left to the mun’s choosing and can’t remove it. The longer they are dressed this way the more aroused they might feel. Effect lasts for 72 hours.

[medhilarue]

Freaky Friday (Wren)

"Now I understand why he's angry all the time," he grumbled, looking in the mirror. It had been a long time since he was this small, he'd be angry too if he had to look up at the world like this.

@wrenevenfall

[medhilarue]

familiar-finn​:

“Why who’s angry?” Finn asked, nosey as always as he approached Wren. He’d wanted to thank the faerie for earlier assistance with the one spell that’d ripped his scars open. Although his features twisted into a scowl when he realized that he was now so fucking tiny even Wren was taller than he was now. Fucking Romeo. “Well, that’s not fucking fair,” he said, looking up at the other slave. 

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“Short people,” he answered simply, looking over his shoulder at a familiar slave. While they weren’t all buddy buddy, he knew who Finn was from being at the castle for so long. It was amusing to see that he wasn’t the smallest person in the room. It surprisingly made him feel better though he still wanted to be about a foot taller. “Well now I feel better about this,” he mused, looking down at the teeny tiny version of the familiar. “I thought being short was bad but it’s not that bad.”

[medhilarue]

1000 words | wren & medhi

All the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could over think it or second guess himself. He was stunned once he finally stopped speaking, having said more than the fae would ever be comfortable with normally. Whoever cast this spell might be getting their ass kicked later if he found out who did it. Now he had to look at Wren’s stunned expression and hope that he wouldn’t run away.

The silence felt like it dragged on for forever and his gaze dropped, unable to meet Wren’s eyes. It was only when the other fae stood that he could drag his eyes up again. Although it might have been one of many possible futures, it was the one they saw. He couldn’t tell Wren that it wouldn’t happen again because he would always stand in front of him and protect him. “Wren...” he started but the words were cut off as he kept talking. It was true, Medhi always thought it was his purpose to die. To die for his kingdom, to die for his brother, to die for Wren. It was ingrained into him when he was young and he’d never shaken that feeling. 

“I wouldn’t be gone from your life, I’d just stand on the sidelines for someone else,” he murmured, knowing it wasn’t what Wren wanted to hear. “I’ve lost everything I cared about, everything I was meant to protect. I can’t lose you too. I’d die a hundred times over if it meant that you survived and kept living. I can’t live without knowing you’re okay.

for: @wrenevenfall cont from here

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hashut​:

Now that he’d been given the chance to handle some of the more personal affairs he had waiting for him upon his return to the castle, Hadrian was finally getting to settle into his new role. Standing at the window that looked out upon the courtyard of the castle, a view of the mountains in the distance - he had an iPad in hand. Clucking his tongue against the inside of his cheek, he was making mental notes of as many faces as he could, trying to commit as much to memory as possible. It would make things easier in the long run. 

He also knew he didn’t have a terrible amount of time. A slave was being brought up, he wasn’t briefed on the ‘why’ as of yet and decided on letting the slave tell his side of the story before he got the official complaint passed to him. Glancing to the side, he took stock of the playroom adjacent to his office and made sure to close the door leading to it before the slave had a chance to get spooked. 

Just as the lock clicked into place, he heard a knock of his office door. “Bring him in!” He called as he moved to sit down at his desk. He lit a cigarette as soon as the door opened.

@krovscastlestarters​​

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Medhi would argue that it wasn’t his fault that a young master had gotten drunk from his blood. The master had passed out after drinking too much and Medhi had a left them in the bath, uncaring if they drowned or not. Apparently that was frowned upon because once the master was awake again, he was dragged down to the enforcer’s office with a guard on either side of him. He sat impatiently at the door, waiting until he was allowed in. 

When he was ushered inside, he stood in front of the man’s desk and looked around the room nonchalantly. Medhi had been at the castle since it’s inception, there was nothing an enforcer could do to scare him anymore. “So, can we skip all this fun and get straight to the punishment?” he asked. 

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noblenikolas​:

With a nod she motioned so the man could get himself something. “Take what you like. I restock every week.” She took a seat after grabbing a bottle of blood wine and pouring into a glass. “Yes I gathered you two go way back. Seems fond of you.” A little smile formed on her lips as Medhi spoke. So it seemed Wren had his eyes on the male for centuries. Cute. She knew what that was like and what it could do to another. “You two are lovers no? I assume it started in the realm? I’d like to hear more about that part of your story.” 

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Nodding his head, he went and picked out a glass of scotch since the master had given him permission to drink what he liked. Mumbling his thanks, he took a seat opposite the master again. It seemed like they had a lot of questions and, for some reason, Medhi felt willing to answer them all. “I’d say we’re fond of each other. We’re the last bits of home each other have,” he explained. The part of Medhi that hated vampires was warning him to stop talking but he wasn’t able to. “No... not yet,” he replied, his brow furrowed. “That dream... whatever it was... we had been lovers in that future,” he explained. “But I was also dead.”

[medhilarue]

1000 words

As fun as some of the spells could be, Medhi was starting to tire of all the different changes he was going through. When he was hit with yet another spell, he took note of his body, trying to find what change had been made but it wasn't a spell that affected his body. From across the Undercroft, he could see Wren sitting with a book in his lap and he felt magic tug him in the fae's direction. Whatever the spell was, it wouldn't let him resist and he was soon closing the space between the pair.

They hadn't ended things in the best way when the last spoke but Medhi couldn't ignore him anymore, or ignore what he was feeling. As the fae looked up, words and thoughts spilled from his lips. "I keep avoiding you because I don't want to hurt you anymore. I love you so much and knowing I'll die and that someone will be there for you makes it so hard," he said, speaking without his normal walls up. "If I can let you be happy with someone now, I won't hurt you in the future."

for: @wrenevenfall

[medhilarue]

wrenevenfall​:

“Medhi, we don’t even know if that future is going to happen. And even if it did…” Wren paused. The thought of having to lose Medhi all over again brought Wren unimaginable pain, but he didn’t know that would come to pass. And if it did, he would rather have Medhi for those four hundred years than not at all. “It wouldn’t have stopped me from wanting to love you for the next four hundred years.” Dropping those massive words into conversation when previously they couldn’t have even handled a drunken kiss without worrying if someone would take advantage of their feelings seemed like a massive shift, but Wren found those visions of the future had really had him questioning what they were doing and why. If a vampire was going to kill him or purchase him again, Wren would rather it happen having told Medhi the truth. “I was awake when you said whispered those words to me at Christmas. And I guess I thought I deserved more than you ignoring me. But I guess you just matter more to me than I matter to you though, hm?” Wren sounded more hurt than angry. He exhaled, the spell making him want to kiss the man in a way that definitely did not fit the tone of the conversation. “Enjoy your rentals.” Wren muttered, turning to leave, where he hoped someone would hit him with the spell to make him very drunk.

“You don’t think I wouldn’t stand in front of Lovell to save you?” he asked. Even if it didn’t happen in the way Wren had experienced, it felt likely to happen again. Medhi would take that death again if it meant keeping Wren safe. It wouldn’t be what Wren would want but Medhi wouldn’t let that asshole vampire touch him. He could still see the pain in Wren’s eyes even though he was alive in front of him and that was why he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t hurt him. Hearing the other fae speak of love made his heart ache. If he kept pushing Wren away, he would never get to experience that love. The future gave them a glimpse of what they could have but it came with all the consequences. Wren should have just skipped over him and moved onto Faust, the person he would end up. 

Medhi was stunned into silence, his mouth dropping open before he could pull up the walls of his nonchalant attitude. “Wren,” he started, still too stunned to find the right words to tell him how he felt. It was too late though because Wren was already turning and leaving and Medhi didn’t pull him back. He had told himself that this was for Wren’s benefit, that a relationship would just hurt them both in the end. It turned out he was only hurting himself. 

[medhilarue]

wrenevenfall​:

Continue from here

“You know exactly what I meant, Medhi.” Wren snapped in response to Medhi’s usual wit. Except Wren wasn’t in the mood for jokes, not when he’d spent the last three weeks with absolutely no word from the other Fae after everything they had been through in that vision of the potential future. He’d just been left to churn the same thoughts around in his mind, over and over again. “So, what? Were you just planning on avoiding me forever? Did you hope that maybe I had gotten stuck in that future or something? Or would just rather spend your time with vampires than you would face me?”

@medhilarue​

His normal jokes and deflection weren’t working and for once, he decided not to push further. “I would prefer to just go back to kissing so we don’t have to talk about this anymore,” he muttered. Wren was too tenacious to allow that to happen and Medhi broke apart from him, even if the spell compelled him to stay close. “I was trying,” he started, unsure how to finish the sentence. Wren could fight and yell and hit him all he wanted but Medhi had no real excuse for what he had been doing, at least not one that the other fae would approve of. “I would rather you spend time with the person of your future and we both know that it’s not me.” He had seen the pain his death had caused and Medhi couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t happen in the future. 

[medhilarue]

Sensitivity

already answered here ~

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noblenikolas​:

Nikolas walked the other down the halls and back to her suite. This would be perfect. Entering she dropped the leash and let the other enter. “Take a seat, would you like any food or drinks?” She motioned to the bar with a gentle smile. “I invited you here for a talk. I’d like to know more about you. And about your history with our mutual friend Wren.”

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Something about this woman made it easy for Medhi to follow along without his normal arguments or quips to the mistress. Once inside the suite, he glanced around, trying to decipher if he had been in there before. “If it is allowed, I wouldn’t mind a drink,” he hummed happily. He was still feeling giddy and drunk so another drink on top would not hurt now. “Wren?” he asked, raising a brow. He didn’t know how this mistress knew of the other fae and he felt his suspicions grow. “Wren is an old friend,” he answered. Even if he didn’t want to speak the truth, he felt compelled too. “He used to tend to the wounds of the upper class in the fae realm. He wasn’t supposed to but he used to tend to mine as well, even though I was just a soldier.”

[medhilarue]

Body Mod: horse dick

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[medhilarue]

Rule 63

"Someone is having too much fun with these spells."

[medhilarue]

Freaky Friday (Wren)

"Now I understand why he's angry all the time," he grumbled, looking in the mirror. It had been a long time since he was this small, he'd be angry too if he had to look up at the world like this.

@wrenevenfall

[medhilarue]

Love’s Keen Sting (Faust)

"Ah, so nothing has really changed then."

@fausthighmore

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noblenikolas​:

“Hello little darling. You look a bit lost, like you need supervision. Let me just… take that.” Nikolas reached out and took of the leash attached to the collar which sat around Medhi’s neck. The master had been keeping tabs on the male since their return from the future. She wanted to know who this mystery man was that would die for Wren and trigger the boy killing Lovell. “I’d like to have a wee little chat if you don’t mind.” She intended to get to the bottom of it all.

@medhilarue

Originally posted by wolfwars

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After being hit with so many spells, he was almost disorientated from giggling like a drunken sprite at a fae ball. “Hello there,” he greeted, far more happily than he normally was but he suspected that was the spell. A leash appeared seemingly out of nowhere and then his drunken mind found a singular focus for the woman before him. “Yes, mistress. I will do as you please,” he answered, feeling the pull of the spell cast on him. The leash around his neck made him easy to persuade and he followed her without question. 

[wrenevenfall]

Perfect Insanity

There were a couple people Wren probably shouldn’t be thinking about kissing, and yet right now it suddenly seemed to be the only thing he could think about and he marched out into the chaos the castle had once again crumbled into, in search of one of them.

*cough* @fausthighmore @medhilarue *cough*

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wrenevenfall​:

Wren had already stormed out of the Undercroft, suddenly determined above all else that he was going to find Medhi for his kiss, among other things. When the two literally walked into one another, Wren didn’t give Medhi much time, his fingers twining in the material of his shirt to bring the taller Fae down to him and into a long, passionate kiss. Wren’s fingers splayed out, pushing Medhi up against the closest wall to continue to steamy kiss for a little longer, a soft noise of pleasure ghosting against Medhi’s lips, before he was pulling back. His fair cheeks had flushed pink from it all, but having achieved what the spell wanted —for now— it left him with a little more sanity to think straight. Straight enough to slap Medhi in the face. “Where have you been?” He demanded after the stinging slap, expression thunderous to hide the hurt he had been feeling for the past three weeks. “After everything and I don’t even deserve a damn ‘hello’ to let me know you’re safe?” Wren glared at him, “Is that what I’m worth to you?”

He had not expected to walk head first into the one person he was avoiding and the one person he wanted to see right now. Wren gave him no time to react, his back was against the wall and his hands moved instinctively to the fae’s hips to hold him close. They had kissed once before but they had been drinking. This was different, it was full of all the passion and need they shared for each other but that was left unspoken. It was gone just as quickly as it started and he stared at the other breathlessly, ready to make a remark. That thought was broken by a hard slap, leaving his skin stinging with the fae’s hand print. Medhi absently rubbed his cheek, feeling that he had gone through ten seconds of whiplash very quickly. “I just said hello,” he pointed out. “You’re the one who jumped be before I could say anything else.” Medhi wasn’t in the mood to play this game with the other fae. He had wanted desperately to kiss him and hold him but that desire had simmered under the surface with their reality once again. 

[wrenevenfall]

Perfect Insanity

There were a couple people Wren probably shouldn’t be thinking about kissing, and yet right now it suddenly seemed to be the only thing he could think about and he marched out into the chaos the castle had once again crumbled into, in search of one of them.

*cough* @fausthighmore @medhilarue *cough*

[medhilarue]

Despite Wren’s best efforts, the fae had managed to avoid any alone time with him so they would not have to talk about what happened. Medhi saw that glimpse of the future and knew he didn’t want to get in the way. Not when his inevitable death would just bring the other fae a lot of pain. That was until he was hit with a spell that made his desire to kiss and touch someone (or more specifically Wren) had been cast on him. He almost bumped straight into the other when he froze. The urge was still there and he had to dig his nails into his palm to stop him from jumping him. “... hello little bird.”