#trans 141

[dragonnarrative-writes]

"Oh, d'n worry 'bout it, babe, I'm shootin' blanks," Kyle mocks through his nose in the uncomfortable waiting room chair. The woman sitting at the reception desk bites back a chuckle and shakes her head at him. He rolls his eyes. "I should let Price shoot you."

Simon at least has the decency to look sheepish. "Said I was sorry."

[thegreyjoyed]

Okay so thoughts on familiar!reader and witch!141….

Witch!141 x Familiar!Reader

TF141 were originally women(witches) but magically transitioned into men so mtf!141 as well!

Possible series maybe? I don’t know.. I love this idea though so possibly

> They all HAD pretty powerful familiars, maybe a orc for Soap, Harpy shifter for Gaz, a shadow demon for Ghost and a small drake for Price

> In terms of how powerful a familiar is it depends on what they are and how old they are. So their familiars would all be over 200 yrs old

> Maybe this coven of witches is about 150/200 years old themselves.. so they know what’s going on just about everywhere with their connections

> Maybe it’s Soap or Gaz who sent out their familiars on a “quest” to go collect something needed in a spell, only for them to feel like something is missing.. when they go to tug on that bond to their familiars….

> That bond is extremely weak, when they peer into their familiar’s eyes, they’re too slow. Their familiar is dead!

>Price is probably the one who made the wards and when Soap or Gaz goes up to price and tells them what happened, he’d try and tell them the same damn thing because all of the 141 familiars are fairly interconnected and price found out through his highly intelligent drake

>Soap is extremely distraught but luckily he can fall back on one of his husbands’ familiars, as they were all connected and can use each other’s magic

> Gaz’s familiar disappears next- this time within the wards, Price had already went to try and investigate the intrusion on their space because he couldn’t tell what it was even with the eyes everywhere or even through the magic of the wards

>Ghost accompanies Price because his is the strongest and the oldest. However.. they come across you. They’re shocked. Completely. Your form constantly changing, a REAL shapeshifter- a changeling.

>Changelings are extremely rare, only appearing after a certain age, they’re one of the most powerful types of familiars, and the oldest living ones. They only begin to show themselves after a thousand years of living.

> You, however look to be several thousands of years old. You’re changing and shifting at the blink of an eye, destroying the last two familiars of the 141 coven. You’ve left them completely powerless, completely useless as witches, Price can no longer enforce his wards, they’d dissipate soon.

> Price and Ghost are furious.. but they know better than to not fight a changeling, afterall Ghost had once almost lost his life to one when another witch had attempted to kill him with her familiar, a younger changeling.

>The four men regroup fully at their cottage, their home base. They’re completely shocked at what’s happened, unable to hardly defend themselves with true magic, only able to use the spells they’ve kept away and the runic magic Price could do

> They do the smart thing and contact a close friend, Laswell. She had a fairly powerful Changeling as a familiar. So that’s what they did. They spoke with the witch on the phone and so she planned out a visit to come to the coven’s home.

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New idea? Maybe a series?

[dragonnarrative-writes]

It's not that Kyle is nervous, per se. It's just that Simon is... big. He's got the kind of body that means he can sleep with whoever he wants, just about however he wants it. And it wouldn't be the first time a hook up looks at Kyle's setup and decides he can't bottom for a man slinging silicone.

But Simon just licks his lips, eyes locked on Kyle's cock like he doesn't even see the harness and dong on the bed. Then meets Kyle's eyes from under heavy brows. "C'n I 'ave a taste, sir?"

"Oh, fuck," Kyle groans. His fingers squeeze the back of Simon's neck, and he bites back another swear when the big man whimpers. "Yeah, baby, you can. Gonna be a good boy and suck them both?"

"Please," Simon whines against his mouth. "Please, Kyle, please let me."

[dragonnarrative-writes]

It takes Ghost no time at all to figure out that Gaz feels uncomfortable in his body. It's the way he flinches around the eyes when Price calls him a good man, the microsecond of hesitation before he enters a locker room. It's his careful avoidance of mirrors.

"Garrick," it calls, pulling Kyle from the door to the lockers. "Wi' me."

Ghost leads him down a service hall and around a corner, to a little storage room its claimed for itself. There's a bench and a half-wall of tall lockers.

"Far right is mine," Ghost tells him. "C'n 'ave the one next to it. Rest is f' the custodians, but they respect a locked door."

Gaz's face is pinched, the way it gets when he's miffed but biting his tongue. His eyes scan everything, before he says, "No shower."

"Service sink." Ghost points to the opposite corner from the door. "'s not perfect. But. It's better than bein' around all those... people."

"You don't like being perceived."

"Not as a man, no."

Gaz's eyes snap up to the mask. "No? How should you be perceived?"

"'m a weapon."

"Ah."

"'n you?" Ghost cocks its head, examines Gaz's closed off expression. "Not a weapon, then?"

They hold eye contact for a long moment, and the corner of Gaz's mouth tips up. "No. Not a weapon. I'm, ah... a woman."

Ghost takes a short moment to think. Nods. Points to her. "She." Points to itself. "It." He circles his finger in the air. "Our lockers, yeah?"

And Gaz's shoulders drop. She smiles. "Yeah, Ghost. Ours."

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Simon’s been in the service for a decade and a half the first time he smears eye black on his lips just to see what he’ll look like. He squints, puckers his lips, rolls them, and decides it’s a bit shite. He wipes his mouth, then pauses, and tries again, leaving his bottom lip clean. He turns his face this way and that, lets his jaw drop open, just a bit. Smiles.

Oh.

He’s never been less than thorough, so the next day he goes to the pharmacy and gets a handful of tubes of lip gloss in various colors. He doesn’t bother to come up with a justification, and the girl at the cash doesn’t ask for one. He goes home and tests them all out, following tutorials as best he can with a limited color pallet. Eye black and cotton swabs are a poor but serviceable substitute for eyeliner.

When he takes in the whole of his face, he feels... not pretty. He can see where his inexperience combines with the angles of his face to make something that he wouldn’t ever consider girlish. But he also can’t deny that he looks like himself in a way he never has before. Not more, or less, just different.

[moronic-validity]

Hey if anyone has fic recs for trans guy 141 (any of them, all of them, idc), please hit me with em