#fae!konig

[possibly-inhuman]

Well, Fae!AU by @ghouljams got me out of my months long art block. Idk man I don’t make the rules, I see awful terrible nasty man obsessed with his love and I’m ✨invested✨

[ghouljams]

Happy no more ban!!!! Fae!König and Liebling's first time having sex is here. I've been sitting on it for a while because I didn't know how to do it other than just jumping right in.

We all remember how König got in trouble for biting? Well... here's the biting.

You can't look at him like this. You think that might be for the best. You press your face further into your pillow, whining as his hand splays across your back pushing your shoulders firmly against the mattress. It's huge, he’s huge, as he grinds his cock into you, your hips held aloft by another huge hand. His fingers press into your skin, pumping you full of his magic, keeping you pliant and relaxed for him.

His cock stretches you impossibly, filling you fuller than you have ever been. He is monstrous, carving out space for himself where you didn’t think there was any. You clench around him, enjoying the indulgent way he drags his cock out of you. Slow and purposeful, letting you feel every inch just so he can slam it back in. You can feel him in the air, vibrating with excitement, filing your senses with him.

You peek at him over your shoulder, at the giant that hovers over you, around you, thrusts inside of you. He is awful in a biblical sense. Bigger than you can fathom, and hunched against your ceiling, his long limbs at odd angles to keep him close to you, he wasn’t this big when you started. You turn back to your pillow, burying the memory of his spines somewhere that doesn’t have him groaning at how wet it makes you.

“Do I scare you, liebling?” He asks, misreading your whimpering. You nod into your pillow and he hums. “Es tut mir leid, Liebling, lass es mich reparieren,” His voice whispers in your ear, you don’t understand it but it’s comforting.

You feel him butt his head against yours and your thoughts are filled with him. Filled with you, his adoration echoing through your mind, bouncing praise against your skin with each bruising thrust of his thick cock. As if he could fuck your brains out any better. You can feel yourself clench around him your gooey walls trying to hold onto his cock, just as you can feel him hit that lovely spongy spot that makes your toes curl and your hips buck.

Pretty, he repeats it over and over, mine to keep, mine to love, my pretty, pretty, pretty.

His fingers stroke over your stomach, pressing against the bulge of his cock. You keen against the pillow, feeling his fingers and his cock and you cunt and every little sensation that he can pump you full of sparking up your spine. The tips of his claws just kiss your skin as you shudder and try to push back against him for more.

“You’re taking me so well,” he tells you aloud, as his thoughts echo the sentiment, “made for me, gemacht für mich, meine liegender kleiner Schatz.”

You're starting to think he might be right. Your skin buzzing with his magic, making you sensitive to each brush of his fingers as he drags them over your stomach and circles your clit. Heat licking hot in your veins as his tongue rolls over your shoulder. You sink your teeth into your pillow, brows drawing together as you try to keep yourself from begging. He's holding his cock still in you, cockwarming himself as his fingers trace maddeningly over your clit. He's waiting, you don't know what he's waiting for.

For you, you think, for you to ask for him. You're wound so tight, just clenching desperately around him, trying to entice him to fucking move already. Doesn't he know? Do you have to say it?

"Sag, dass du mich willst, Liebling." He breathes, "Sag, du willst meinen Schwanz mehr als das Blut in deinen Adern." You whine and his claws dig into your skin, as he growls, "Say it."

"Please König, please," you shake just at the edge of not enough, "I want you, want your cock more than blood, more than any-" you squeak as his teeth sink into your shoulder, your skin hardly puts up a fight before letting him through, but you barely notice the pain past the snap of his hips. Your eyes roll back, the short desperate thrusts pushing you over the edge. He growls at the taste of your blood, teeth held firm as you gush around his cock. The tip of his cock slams against your cervix, every thick splitting inch of him dragging inside your squishy cunt. The sound of it wet and pornographic as the moan it forces out of you.

You are made for him, you want to be made for him. You think that should be enough. It feels like enough when you can clench on his cock and feel every vein, as he fucks you through orgasm. He presses firmly into your fluttering cunt, and you feel the heat of his cum fill you. Should you be worried about that? He gives a shallow thrust, releases another thick spurt into you, and you don't care. God you really do not care.

König's tongue collects the blood spilling from his bite, you can hear his voice in your head. "Good girl," you press back against him, sensitive but still wanting, "we'll keep going until you're full, until you're mine inside and out."

[ghouljams]

Hi, I love your writing and am fully engrossed in the fae au :)

Could we please have the Konig version of the recent Ghost post about wearing his clothes and being scented by him?

*spraying you with the spray bottle*

Yeah let's do this.

Who needs more than 3 hours of sleep? Not you. You're totally absolutely fine, you actually love that your neighbors were up all night partying. Really.

You are so fucking tired. It was a long day at the shop, there were a lot of very annoying customers, and all you could think of was getting home and taking a nap. König fret over you the whole walk home, making soft inquisitive noises and hovering like you might collapse at any moment.

He follows you in when you unlock your door, concern apparently outweighing politeness. You toss your keys in the bowl and let him lock the door behind you as you toe off your shoes. König leaves you to go fuss around in the kitchen, you take the opportunity to strip and find more nap-able clothes. You slip on the biggest tee you can find and collapse on your bed. You are so fucking exhausted, maybe you'll skip dinner and just sleep.

You drift in the twilight in-between of sleep and wakefulness, listening to König make a mess of your kitchen, bemoaning the sun streaming through your window and directly onto your face. The kitchen noise stops and you get up to close your curtains, you should tell König to go home too. You're not great company right now.

You pad out of your room, determined to get your home to yourself and nearly bump into your giant. You blink slowly at his chest, hearing a deep rumble start up from it like an engine warming up. The sound threatens to drag you back into that sleepless twilight, and you waver lightly on your feet.

"Meine kleine liebling," he coos, scooping you up off your feet, "look at you." You don't want to say the sudden change in elevation has woken you up, but it certainly is attempting to restart your system. Your fingers twist and grip his shirt as you're moved from the hall back to the bedroom.

"Are you purring?" You can feel the rhythm of it under your fingers, gentle and sonorous. König doesn't answer, just flops both of you down onto your bed and arranges you how he likes. You let out a soft "oof" when he settles on top of you, his nose pressed against your neck and his hands roaming your body possessively.

The purring hasn't stopped, you can feel it against your chest now, pressing you insistently back towards your tired lull. Your head rolls against the pillow, as König grips your thigh and coaxes it against his hip.

"Too tired," you murmur, feeling him still before he gives a short nod against your neck. You can feel his teeth just hovering against your pulse, his tongue tasting your skin, his breathing is so deep and even. He's smelling you, your brain supplies helpfully, scenting you.

"Wearing my shirt," He fills in, you hum and wrap your arms around his shoulders, "Ich werde später meinen Geruch in dich ficken."

[ghouljams]

seeing fae!ghost mess with love's tethers makes me want liebling to use that against our resident nasty boy. make him suffer!! (in a good way)

In which the worst fae-touched woman in the world is just dying to help Liebling's relationship. Ghost please get a handle on your darling.

There's a low deep rumbling coming from König, he's growling you think. Warning whatever monster is in front of you to stay away. His hands bracket you on either side of the counter, shoulders hunched protectively over you. When you look up at him, you can just peek under his hood at his bared teeth. 

You glance at the door and sigh, great the specter of death is back. Love gives you a smile and a wave. She just about skips over to you while Ghost follows her. 

"Don't worry we're not here for long," she tells you, which you're thankful for. König is always weirder when they're in the shop.

"What's up? What do you need?" You ask, trying to lean out of König's shadow.

“I thought you might want to know a trick I learned," Love lights up gold all over, you've noticed that happening when she's excited. You have also noticed that she gets excited over weird stuff, like dead bugs and slasher movies, you usually try to proceed with caution.

"Hit me," you tell her. She grabs your hand and presses it against your chest, curling your fingers around some phantom thing with Intent. 

"Should be around here somewhere," she mumbles, she frowns and keeps smacking your hand against your chest. You almost feel something brush against your palm and you wrap your fingers around it instinctively. Love pulls back, crossing her arms and screwing her mouth to one side. "Maybe not," She says, leaning back against Ghost, "Damn, boring."

You really don't know what she's so upset about. You curl your fingers tighter into a fist against your chest. König vibrates behind you, still agitated you guess. You settle your fist back on the counter, feeling something pull like a loose string on a sweater. Something unraveling that you didn’t even know was strung tightly.

König's hand slams against your back, forcing you to bend over the counter. He hunches over you, breathing hard and ragged as his hips press against your ass. Your chest heaves against the counter, your eyes wide as you stare at Love's grin. König growls, and you feel his saliva drip wet against the back of your neck. Your fingers tighten around whatever invisible thread you were directed to grab and he grinds against you. 

He is absolutely filthy rocking against you. You try to push yourself up only to be pressed more firmly against the unyielding counter. König’s teeth scrape the top of your spine, possessive, dangerous, you try not to go boneless at the feeling.

"Alright, let's go." Ghost's arms wrap around Love's waist and hoist her up.

"Come on, it's just getting good!" Love groans, kicking against Ghost's hold. Ghost whispers something in her ear and she turns red. “Mmhm, yep, let’s go," she nods quickly, letting Ghost carry her out of the shop.

"König," you gasp, fuck that is- that is his cock sliding against you. God that feels big.

"Out," he snarls, making the other fae in the store jump and run for the exit, he rests his forehead against the counter next to you breathing hard, "Let go Liebling, or bitte-” his voice shakes, “-pull harder."

You don't know what he's talking about. Harder? You're not pulling anything, he pushed you down. You whine, your chest feels hot, and you are starting to get uncomfortably wet between your legs. You want- König's eyes dart to the gold lighting up in your chest -you want more. His stomach jumps, pulse thrumming, you smell so good. All of you so greedy for him, tethers pulling at desires he knows you won't say aloud. You are working him up and he is trying to avoid doing something you will regret.

He cannot get banned from the shop a second time.

You squirm under him, it feels absolutely, pathetically, pointless to try and fight out from under König. You should tell him to get off, that is the smart thing to do. You’re going to do just that as soon as you can think of anything but the desperate way your cunt clenches when he rubs his cock against it.

"You would look so cute on my cock Liebling," he sighs, somewhere between resignation and annoyance, "Ah, but you would be mad if I fucked you here, and I cannot have that."

“König,” You try again and he hums like he’s listening, you don’t think he is, “you need to get off.”

“I am trying, you are not very good at-”

“Off of me,” You specify, but you don’t really want him off do you? Your chest is so pleasantly warm and your fingers buzz with some strange magic that makes König’s hand slide down your back and over your hips.

“Then let go,” His voice is starting to get ragged at the edges, dangerous. You don’t want to let go. You very much want to keep holding on. If you let go he actually will pull away from you, he’ll stop letting you press your hips back against him, his breath won’t pant in your ear. 

You shake your head as his hand closes around yours.

"You are being very naughty, Liebling," he tells you, trying to pry your fingers apart. You squeeze your fist tighter and he growls at you, “Behave.” Funny that’s what you tell him, it’s strange to be on the other end of it, makes your stomach all flippy. You press back against him, away from his hand and the end of this. You feel all of him lurch forward before his teeth clamp down around the back of your neck. You freeze.

Big teeth, big König, you like big, you really like big. 

He pries your fingers loose and the tension snaps, the thread winding back into the sweater. You can’t control your breathing. All your muscles seem to shake and melt against the counter without whatever hold you had. König, fuck, you still want him but it’s gentler now. A low simmer in your stomach, not… whatever it was before that has you absolutely soaked.

“Ich werde diesen Märchenjunges töten,” König spits, and then he’s gone, and you are utterly, painfully, alone in the shop.

[ghouljams]

Was looking online and saw this and was like Fae!Koing? Is that you????

That's him, that's the nasty boy right there officer.

[ghouljams]

So we’ve seen protective fae ghost! But I NEED to see protective Fae König! You don’t understand! Would it make Liebling more trusting of him? Or would it make them more weary? He seems pretty nervous all the time  and pretty willing to back down for someone in the court, so I need to see him MAD!  Please!

Anyways I LOVE your work! Your an amazing writer and I can’t wait to see what else that beautiful mind of yours comes up with ❤️

Oh goodie, let's make the nasty boy mad! Let's unban him from the shop and make sure Liebling knows he would do anything for her.

You think sometimes that your actual customers might be worse than the Fae that linger around your shop. At least the monsters are polite. At least they follow the rules you have pinned behind the counter.

There's a loud clatter as one of your displays is knocked over. Poppies and peonies rolling across the floor only to be smashed underfoot. You wince, your poor flowers. "Take it outside guys," You call, grabbing a mop to clean up the water starting to pool. The two men who are, unfortunately, human ignore you. Continuing to roughhouse and laugh at the annoyed looks the rest of your patrons shoot them. You glower at them as you try to right your bucket display.

One of them stops you, grinning at your less than pleased expression. "Oi, slag," you grimace, "how about you give me your number, yeah?"

"How about fuck off," You shoulder past him, only to be stopped by the other one.

"Now that's not very nice."

"I'm not very nice," You tell him plainly, "now kindly move."

They bark out a sarcastic laugh before grabbing your arm, "Listen here shop girl, my friend and I are-"

"Are you going to leave or do I have to make you?" You ask, unwilling to listen to whatever bullshit they have to say.

"Oh," One of them grins, "She's gonna make us. Pretty little thing like you, I'd like to see you try." Well, he's got you there. You don't really have anyone else working that could help you, and god only knows the monsters that haunt the place won't intervene without asking the world from you in return. Fuck, you wish that big mother fucker with the teeth was unbanned. His presence alone would probably scare these guys off. He is definitely getting unbanned.

König's head jerks to stare at the door to the shop. The threshold is gone. He doesn't waste time with curiosity, folding himself into the shop almost as quickly as he's allowed. He wonders what changed, what made you finally decide to let him in again. Then he sees them, feels his teeth and claws itch with the overwhelming urge to rip and tear, and wastes even less time.

You hear the low snarl before you see his hands wrap around the men's necks. Barely human as he lifts them up like ragdolls, their hands clawing at his fingers where he squeezes their throats. The deep black claws dig into the soft vulnerable -entirely human- flesh of the men’s necks, blood bubbling to the surface where the razor's edge of König’s claws press. One of them screams, legs kicking out to try and gain any semblance of leverage against the monster holding him tight. 

“They’re just assholes,” You tell him, voice edged with fear. You don’t know what to say to keep him from spilling blood in your shop.

“And soon they will be corpses,” König replies, like it’s that easy. You think it is that easy for him. His hood hardly seems to be in the way when he digs his wicked teeth to one of the men’s trapezius and rips.

A cool hand wraps over your eyes, shielding you from the violence. A gentle voice in your ear above the sickening gurgle of blood as it bursts from the torn musculature, “I know it’s against the rules, touching you, but you don’t want to see this.” 

You feel a sob grip your chest, and press a hand to your mouth out of instinct. The air tastes like iron, like blood, like the sound of splintering bone. You thought there’d be more pleading in death, something other than the animalistic panting and growling. The hand over your eyes shakes in the silence.

“Gib sie mir,” König growls, you can feel the shadow of him in front of you. The hand doesn’t move until you feel it ripped away from you with a shout of pain. König’s eyes stare into you, holding your face in blood stained hands. “It’s just a bad dream, Liebling,” He tells you firmly, his fingers pressing to your forehead as you try to keep your eyes on him and not the warmth soaking into your shoes, “that’s all.”

[ghouljams]

Hi can I pls make a request for our resident nasty boy König? Can we see him and Leibling on a date? She’s vehemently denying it’s a date while he’s just looking at her w heart eyes

Absolutely, absolutely you can. Here's their first date that Liebling insists was not a date.

"Fuck I am starved," You groan, laying your head against the counter. You shouldn't have skipped lunch, but the shop was so busy you didn't have a moment to sit down. König's big hand strokes your head sympathetically, warm and heavy, you pout so he doesn't think you're enjoying it.

"We could get dinner," He says, something silver and hopeful at the edge of his voice. Your hunger encourages you to ignore it. Dinner would be good, you like dinner. König hums like he can hear what you're thinking. He does that sometimes, makes you think he can read your mind.

You try to think of what would be good for him. König doesn't take his hood off, and though you're not sure the reasons behind that, you're not going to ask him to. So, something easy for him. You grumble to yourself, everything you want to eat seems like it would be a hassle for him. His thumb rubs the crease in your brow, easing you to stop scrunching your face.

"What do you want to eat?" You ask him, glancing up past his fingers. His eyes flash with something wild and dangerous before softening, you sort of like that, makes you feel all gooey inside.

"I'm not picky," He pulls his hand away, you almost miss the weight of it. "Let's get Chinese, you want noodles." König goes to turn the lights out in the back as you sit up to grab your keys. Bastard really is reading your mind, how often does he do that?

You get takeout, mostly because König looked nervous standing in the restaurant. You only laughed a little at his panic trying to figure out what to order, and insisted on paying because you're really not sure the fae even have human money. They never buy anything in your store, so you've made some assumptions.

You end up walking back to your flat on pure autopilot, too hungry to think of anything but getting seated and eating as fast as possible. König follows you, of course, which you'd be more concerned about if he didn't already know where you live and regularly follow you home. You should really talk to him about that, he doesn't really have stalker vibes but boundaries are still important. You'll do that later. You hold your door open for him and he freezes.

"Oh," you blink, not sure why you did that.

"Are you inviting me in?" His eyes are so big and hopeful, you feel like you can't say no.

"I guess I am." His hand presses over yours to hold the door as he passes through. You feel a slight pop in your ears, like a plane cabin being pressurized.

König swallows your entryway, impossibly big, an all encompassing presence that you can't take your eyes off of for fear it won't be the same when you look back. It's like he's trying to fill every corner, every speck of your vision, of your home. He smells like the forest after it rains, like wet dirt and decaying wood, like something earthy and primal that you lost when you moved to the city. You blink, and it's just König the same as he always is, staring at you like you hung the moon and every star in the sky.

"This is like a date," He says and you forget everything he just was in favor of your embarrassment. Your cheeks burn, your ears rapidly following them in lighting up red.

"It's not a date." You tell him quickly. He tips his head to the side, eyes smiling and patient.

"It could be."

"It's not."

[ghouljams]

Hmmm this has been rattling in my head for a little bit. Irl I’m very particular about who can call me what version of my name or nick name, so could we maybe get some feral Ghost and/or König who lose their shit when some other person refers to their darling as Love or Liebling? Cause essentially I feel like both of them have used those new names so much that they’re pretty much ingrained into their Darlings and have the potential for magic even by non magical folk? Akin to True Name vibes? I’m not sure. Here’s my idea, go wild!!

OOOOH I have been wanting to talk about their nicknames for a while, yes yes yes. I will do some fic(one for both Darling's names) and some authors notes under a read more because I have MANY thoughts.

You don't think you've ever seen König this mad. He is dripping with it, seething under his hood in a way you think you could see even if he wasn't holding a man by his neck.

König's fingers dig into the expose brick of the shop, fastening the man where he's held, threatening to give his neck the same treatment. Everything about him is unnaturally angled and sharp, positively vibrating malice. You've never been scared of him before --not properly at least-- but you're starting to think maybe you should be. The fae man he's caught certainly looks scared.

"Das ist nichts für dich, du sprichst diesen Namen nicht," You don't think König is speaking to him, he's talking to the shop. He says it loud enough for the rest of the patrons, magical and otherwise, to hear. It's strange, you don't recognize his voice. You know it's König, you can see him, but his voice is commanding, speaking word to law in a way that seems to write it in the very air you're breathing.

You didn't think it was so offensive when the guy called you Liebling, König calls you that all the time. It's as close to a name as any of the fae in your store have heard for you, of course they'd use it to try and be polite. Although, now that you think about it, this is the first time one of them has tried it.

The fae pinned to your wall is starting to look more insectoid than human. Eyes bulging and fingers long and awkwardly jointed as it claws at König's grip.

"You can't kill anyone in the store," You say, because you don't know what else to say. When König's turns his furious gaze on you, you know why. He is an unstoppable force of nature, and you are an ant he's taken a liking to.

-

"Did you hear me, Love?" You shudder, feeling your bones click together unpleasantly. You like the shop woman well enough, but that is really annoying.

"Find something else to call me." You tell her over your tea, unsure how to vocalize the wrongness that hearing her call you that inspires. She tips her head one way then another.

"But that's what Si-" You can feel yourself grit your teeth against the growl that wells in your throat. You cut her off quickly before your teeth start itching too badly and you end up biting someone.

"You don't get to call him that," She flinches back away from your tone, you can feel her overgrown pet staring at you. You recenter yourself, feeling the pleasant warmth of Simon's tethers as you calm your bite response. "Ghost," You tell her, "you call him Ghost."

"Names, right." She sighs, dragging a hand down her face, "We really need to write a guide or something."

"How to attract the obsession of your ideal man so he can never leave you." You agree, sipping your tea. You're thoroughly satisfied that you've avoided whatever crisis your bones were shuddering against.

"Babe, there is something deeply wrong with you."

Alright Author notes: Whew, I have so much to say on Names and the Darling's names. I will try to not be too rambly but also I doubt anyone is actually going to read this note lol

Love and Ghost's story is about change: as Ghost becomes more human for Love, she becomes more fae for him. I think Love absolutely becomes a part of her "true" name, and she becomes very protective of it. That's a name that Ghost has given her so she's protective of that aspect for sure, but it also becomes her. Also in a very meta-textual narrative sense she is Love. She's the embodiment of the actual emotion for Ghost. In the context of the story she's very much made for him, the universe's way of balancing him out as he's lost his connection to humanity. She's also sort of our portal into the fae au, if that makes sense, so she's the embodiment of love in that sense as well.

Love and Ghost are two people that sort of don't have a choice in loving each other. They're truly soulmates. Even with all the brain-be-gone and magical fuckery that Ghost puts Love through, she is very willing and very much finding her own ways to trap him. They're two deeply broken people that are making their way towards being whole together. Although I feel like I haven't done a good job of showing that just due to the nature of the moments in their relationship I've been showing.

This is also like, I don't want to say a spoiler but sort of, Ghost has not always been a Fae! I think his mother was fae, or had the blood at least, but Ghost was stolen and "created" in the fae wild from a semi-human child. I think this is the major debt Price holds on him: rescuing him from whatever held him in the fae wild long enough to create what Ghost became. This is also why Ghost has never created tethers, and why he's sort of overdoing it with Love. She's his first(and last) love.

Anyway on to Liebling and König: Liebling's nickname is König's Name for her. It is his. It's a part of him and his tether to her. Unlike Love, Liebling doesn't really recognize his pet name as her name so it doesn't have the same true name power over her. It does however have that sort of power for König. If he says that name and tugs on a tether it does the same thing as Love speaking Simon's full name. BUT this also means König is VERY protective of the name. It's like someone else calling her their wife, no, that's his wife.

It helps that this is the only name König has for her, and it does have an effect on her. I think Liebling very quickly really likes the pet names. They make her feel held, they make the tethers happy, they're her connection to König, and as much as she complains about the horrible nuisance he is she really does grow to love him so much. I actually think the first and last time that they say/learn each others true names are when they get fae married. But they don't really need them, they have names for each other and those feel more true than any other could.