#nameless ghouls x oc

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Just Witchy Stuff (Nameless Poly!Ghouls x OC) Part 1

Summary: As a witch, Ollie lives a quiet life. While most people find her stingy or eccentric in her beliefs and superstitions her presence is well known around the town as that 'witch' at the corner with her little witchy shop. But unlike what people think she has been around a very long time - never staying too long in one town for them to realize she never seems to age. Because of her moving around she wracks up a lot of favors. What she didn't expect was for one of her old favors to show up at her doorstep.

AN: Ollie is an old OC of mine based on a lot of myself that shows a glimpse of the writer behind the writings :) Enjoy!

Pairing: Nameless Ghouls Poly x OC

My Workshop!

-part 2

If you were to ask her what her favorite part of being a shop owner in this part of town was; she'd surprise you with the answer. While most people would say the foot traffic or tourism that comes through. Maybe they'd say it's just business and they love the money aspect of things; being able to do something to pass the time? Ollie would say she loved being a business owner because she loved to meet the people that would wander into her shop - the souls that would come in all clouded with whatever troubled them only to walk out with a precious part of them returned or uplifted with hope. To be able to make a difference even without them realizing it. Even when people often scoffed at her methods. She never batted an eye at them; perhaps when she was younger it bothered her. But when you were over 500 years old scathing comments and judgemental gazes did little to chip anything off her shoulder.

Ollie loved her small shop. She'd taken great pride in making it comfortable. As if one walked into another's home. Upon entry with the sound of a jingle bell above the door like a fairy chime to announce your arrival the first thing you'll most likely take in is the heady scent of Cedarwood, Sage, and Rosemary in the air around you that Ollie used in a homemade cleansing spray to clear the negativity and promote a protective cleaning aura upon entry to her small but protected domain. If you look at each corner of the room there are fresh sprigs of lavender and eucalyptus hanging from intricately intertwined leather cords that give the room an added layer to your senses also used for protection and calming. There are two areas in the large open space that is partially blocked off by a Japanese partition wall for a sense of privacy each section contained comfortable couches, an armchair, a low coffee table and some throw pillow to sit on to relax in with a single small bookshelf to each mini portioned privacy rooms with a bowl of crystals and some incense holders burning cones on top of the short bookshelves for others to choose from to indulge in. Beyond the closed-off rooms, it looked like any other small store; with rows of dark antique shelves lined with products - everything from spell books, bundles of herbs, and satchels of premade crystals charged and cleansed personally by the residential witch that owned the shop. There were loose leaf teas of all sorts of blends promoting different aspects of chakra, aura, and mental spell barriers to help the mind, body, and soul.

Other shelves were lined with different jars with spells within, jewelry made and blessed, and even a little bar area that offered complementary teas that were on display for sale as well. Signs offering personal spells made to order and other nicknacks only a witch or pagan would appreciate for she did not just delve into the surface of what people thought witchcraft was. There were things from all sorts of different religions as well as deities to work with. From candles, offerings, and little booklets she'd written and printed to help those who wanted to work with certain deities. Some items were....not for the faint of heart that involved voodoo and dark magic that she kept locked behind the checkout counter at her personal disposal. It would be bad if some unknowing wanderer were to get a hold of such items not knowing what it was.

Ollie prided herself in her cozy store. She had put a lot of work into it as well as money but mostly mental focus and energy to be able to keep everything up. No one would have realized that there were certain aspects of her store she was rather protective of and took seriously. Like the line of salt just inside the door of her shop. How there are lines of salt on the edges of window sills and any entry towards her home. Of how beneath the wildly colorful rugs scattered around her store there would be graphs and symbols carved or painted into the hardwood floor where no one else would see.

She was thorough if nothing else but despite the protection meant for not only herself but those who walk through her door, she is rather open and friendly to new faces. That was one thing she had going for her. So deceptively sweet, sassy, and kind that people did not see the beast that lurked beneath her violet eyes. Another signature trait of hers that people believed was contacts. The one thing people did not understand was that that kind person like Ollie who was sweet and open; giving without expecting anything in return their other sides are just as extreme and strong - god or whatever deity that person serves better protect them well if anyone gets on Ollie's bad side for there is nothing worse in this world and the next than a woman scorned - destructive if she's a witch; for she does not work alone.

After a long tiring day of smiles, spells, and emotional distress that her psyche took today, Ollie was more than happy to be able to flip the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed' on her door so that she may make herself a cup of tea and meditate but as she turned to walk back into her store a voice called from down the street sounding awfully familiar in it's over the top cheerfulness that no one should be having at midnight.

"Olivia, My dear! Won't you wait a moment?! We must see you, urgently!"

The woman spun on her heel and watched with furrowed brows as a group marched their way in a cluster down the deserted streets towards her quickly. Now because of her profession, Ollie kept her store open no later than midnight in case there was a wandering poor unfortunate soul that needed her help without the stares or judgment of others on the otherwise timely streets her store was located on but those were few and far in between. But the voice was certainly one she hadn't heard in many years - and she secretly grimaced at the realization of who was approaching.

The woman was tall and blond with her greying hair pulled up into a form of bun updo at the back of her head and her face although far more wrinkled than Ollie had last remembered her having was more prominent in the yellow light of the street lamps - no amount of concealer, foundation, or lipstick could conceal her age.

"Sister Imperator." Ollie's voice was even as she eyed the group while leaning against the open door. "I'm surprised you remember my shop after all these years." a wry smile tugged at her pink lips as her violet eyes gleamed in the light while she examined the ragtag group behind the imposing woman and the oddly dressed man trailing nervously.

Besides Sister Imperator, there were 6 others. A man who was dressed in a scarlet red suit from head to foot and what looked like some kind of mask painted on his face that made him resemble a panda as he walked with a cane in one hand although he clearly didn't need it and a fedora hat on his slicked back black (but greying) hair. His eyes were mismatched she'd noted. One white eye and the other a normal green that looked almost grey in the shadows. Behind him were 5 others dressed all in the exact same black attire. Black skinny jeans with black suspenders while their skin-tight black button-down shirts tucked into the pants and black riding boots. What was curious was the fact they all wore what looked like a faceless silver mask with engraved hair and horns - a form of devil mask or something of the like. But the masks only covered their heads and faces down to the noses leaving the people's chins exposed; well would have been if they weren't covered in black fabric. They looked stoic and their stances were....unnatural; too stiff and detached. She wasn't too keen on their energy either; dark and foreboding - like swirling black smoke that only her eyes could see coming from them.

"Olivia, dear?" Sister Imperator's voice broke through the fog of the witch's thoughtful examination bringing her slowly back to the present as if she was slowly being pulled from the water.

"Hmm?" Ollie blinked and turned her attention back to the woman before her lips curled slightly. "Sorry, Sister. Of course, come on in." she swept her hand inside her store.

The blonde woman walked straight in with no problem and while the man began to follow he paused halfway in and turned awkwardly towards her. He pointed with a gloved hand at her face and she raised a brow curiously when he didn't say anything at first.

"Is that you're real hair color?" he asked in a tone of voice that clearly spoke volumes of his lack of social skills.

Ollie reached up to tug a piece of her pure white hair in front of her eyes in amusement as she looked closely at her own hair as if realizing it for the first time that it was snow white.

"Why, won't you look at this?" she murmured before meeting the man's gaze with a humorous one of her own.

"Yes, it's natural. I actually used to be a brunette but...it changed over time. One of the hazards of my profession" she replied truthfully which seemed to satisfy the man as he gave a little hum and began walking inside again.

Ollie watched as the bulkiest of the silver-masked fellows followed after the man and presses a hand to the door to keep it open to allow Ollie inside first and she began to turn away until she realized that...he wasn't moving. His foot was hovering over the edge of the door but it didn't go past the line of salt at her doorstep. Her gaze stared at the foot before slowly dragging her eyes back up to meet the pale purple behind the mask.

"Sister Imperator. I don't believe you introduced me to your friends." Ollie's gaze did not leave that of the masked figure.

"Oh, yes well..." the woman behind her cleared her throat uncomfortable as she looked around the store as if realizing for the first time where she was.

"They are safe, Olivia. I promise you on my life." the blonde said her tone leaving no room to argue but Ollie did not move for a hot minute.

"It's not your life I'm worried about." she finally shot over her shoulder before her foot moved forward carefully and brushed the toe of her boot across the salt line slowly.

"Don't touch anything," she warned the masked figures in a low voice that broached no argument before swiftly turning and heading deeper into the store.

The store itself was dimply lit. The lights above were shut off and only a few oil lamps on a few surfaces within the store gave light. She led the way to the partitioned area and moved to the small counter where she kept her complementary teas.

"Alright, now that you've invaded my holy space." her voice was only partly joking as she busied herself in preparing a personal blend of tea.

"Would you like to make the introductions?"

Sister Imperator sank into one of the armchairs and sighed. "Always with the pleasantries, Olivia."

"Ollie."

"Or should I call you The Arcane Priestess." there was a gleam in the other's eyes that made Ollie tense up.

"I haven't gone by that name in centuries. A name you should not even know. Now talk. You know damn well I don't enjoy these little visits of yours so let's stop with the pretense of friendship. I'm tired, I've had a long day." Ollie snapped her gaze sharp as she turned cooly towards the group.

"Touchy aren't we?"

Ollie's violet eyes flashed and her hand clenched around the edge of the counter. "Your crossing the line sister, do you want me to take back the youth I gave you?" one brow quirked up and that seemed to shut the other up if only for the moment as the older woman's jaw tensed and she flapped her hand around the group.

"This is my son, Papa Emeritus IV -"

"Please call me Copia, mi cara." The awkward man in the suit gave a little smile to the witch who merely flicked her gaze up and down his frame a few times as if seeing him differently.

"These are... Well, these are my ghouls." Copia motioned for the masked group that had yet to take a sit; they damn blended into the darkness of the room so silent and still she didn't even bat an eye at them.

"I know it may seem a little out of this world -" Copia began but Ollie raised a hand to him to stop his upchuck.

"The names Ollie." she interrupted with a tip of her head and outstretched hands. "I'm a witch. There is nothing from this world or the next that can surprise me Copia. I think you should have already known that - or at least realized upon coming to a witch shop in the middle of the night." she snorted.

Copia seemed to flounder for words as he idly tapped his fingertips together. "Si si..."

Ollie then turned to Sister Imperator. "Now, you delivered your charges in my care. You may go."

"I am not leaving Olivia this is-"

Ollie leaned forward towards her; violet eyes darkening into something dangerous; the threat within them was clear as day and dangerous. "I. Wasn't. Asking." her gaze flickered to the door.

"Copia can fill you in after the visit when he returns to you. You're aura is suffocating and I cannot work with you breathing down my neck, snake. Now leave."

Sister Imperator stared shocked at the younger woman. It was hard to think that a girl who looked no older than her early 20s was speaking in such a way to a woman old enough to her be mother; the lack of respect. But it was the look in those purple eyes that held such years in them. A power in them that radiated through her entire being so palpable that even Sister Imperator had to rise to her feet feeling like a caged and cornered animal in a cage with a predator that could rip her to shreds and then some.

"Papa, I will be waiting for word." the woman stated with a false smile and nod before she all but ran from the shop. The door clicked shut behind her with more force than needed.

Ollie inhaled deeply and raised her hands to her temples to rub at the throb that was beginning to form but when she felt the unnerving pairs of eyes on her she lifted her head to peer at the others in the room. There was a heavy silence before she let out a puff of air from her mouth and placed her hands on her hips.

"Sister Imperator and I have known each other since before you were born Copia." Ollie gave a slight smile. "I knew Papa Nihil when he was younger than you when the Clergy was first starting. Trust me, I know a lot more about you guys than I should; I just like pretending like I don't in front of your mother. Gotta keep my trick cards close hmm?" the witch gave a bit of a more genuine smile before straightening up and motioning around.

"Alright, now let's go somewhere more private so we can talk. These walls have ears." she led the flabbergasted Papa and his ghouls from the room and behind the counter. She stood in front of a bookshelf and did an intricate sign with her hands. Seconds later the bookshelves parted to reveal a small well-lit tunnel.

She could tell as soon as they began to walk how the ghouls at her back visibly relaxed as the trap doors closed behind them - locking them inside as they walked. The tunnel was deceptively long in comparison to the building's structural making and if that itself was confusing the hellish creatures could feel the magic that palpitated from the very stone as they walked. Like honey coating the walls they soaked it up subconsciously basking in the magic energy like starving animals while they listened to the little witch and Papa talking ahead of them.

"You may have felt a difference," she shot her violet gaze back at the creatures with a small smile that held hundred years of secrets. "I don't like to practice my personal preferences in the common shop. That is more for show - for the customers that need the basics; it's for protection...for the light magic that people expect. Down here, gentlemen. This is where my true art takes form. Where the darkest of lies and secrets can be unfolded and the more...macabre and black magic can be done without the judging of others."

They came to an old-looking Victorian door with a brass knocker in the shape of a demonic-looking lion's head before she grasps the ring the head held within its menacing-looking jaws - knocking it loudly with a sound that vibrated the air around them it. And then with a start, the lion's head came to life - its golden eyes blinked open and they landed on the group.

"Sorry, Volrath. Didn't mean to wake you. May we enter?" Ollie spoke to the head.

The door knocker blinked slowly at her before its eyes closed again and the door clicked open allowing the group within the confinements of within.

"Oh...." Copia murmured as he stepped in looking around the vast space.

Ollie spun her arms around with a proud smile on her face as she pinned her guests with a look.

"Welcome to where the magic happens, boys."

The space was large. Looking like a two leveled warehouse filled to the brim with shelves of books, statues, and cases filled with items that looked older than time. A living area with comfortable couches covered in soft fabric with an old kitchen off to the side of the open floor space. The top level was guarded by archways made of stone and railings of iron that lead to a half circle wrapped around. One side was what looked to be a library or office space filled with all sorts of things up there that they couldn't make up while the other side looked like her personal living space and bedroom.

"This place is..." Copia began as he spun around feeling as if he'd stepped out of time for a moment.

"It's neat hmm? I like to contribute different eras I've lived through to my personal space. This is where I live. Below the shop. This space was designed to house and entertain different creatures and such that would pop down here for my services." Ollie looked visibly happier and more relaxed now that she was in her space as she idly pulled her snow-white hair up into a messy bun.

"What kind of magic work do you do?" the quiet voice of one of the ghouls spoke up causing her to look over her shoulder at the bunch.

"What do you think?" her lip curled up slightly but when no one replied she sighed out a chuckle. "To the world above," her voice was gentle and almost wistful as she pointed to the ceiling.

"I am just the crazy witchy lady that sells stuff people think is a hoax or a scam. Down here though, I practice far harder and more dangerous magic than some love spells, blessing crystals, and burning sage." she laughed

"There is a reason Sister Imperator calls me The Arcane Priestess. I've been around a lot longer than I look, boys. I've worked with so many deities, gods, creatures, and magic that you'd be surprised. So trust me when I say, my personal space is a safe space for you lot." she wagged a finger at the ghouls.

"Now drop the glamor. It gives a bittersweet taste to the air and I don't like it," she ordered placing her hands on her hips.

Heads tilted to look at each other silently but she was patient as she gave them time to adjust and instead look over to Copia. "Trust me, they aren't the first ghouls I've worked with or helped before. Now, what's going on that needs my help?"

Copia played with his cane as he nervously looked around. "Well..."

"Copia. I don't judge. I'm a freaking witch for crying out loud. Working with hellish creatures is child's play for me. Shit! That reminds me. I need to visit Luci." she clapped her hands and darted up the stairs towards her office workspace on the second floor; unbestowed to her that others followed behind her.

She was finishing lighting a black candle with a white marked seal on the side when she turned to find one of the ghouls reaching out to touch one of her other alters and she reached out sharply to grab their wrist.

"Don't." her voice was firm even when her grip was gentle as she guided the clawed fingers from the alters and shiny objects placed on that particular alter.

"Mother Hecate isn't very fond of others touching her stuff," Ollie stated softly before she turned away to view the others.

The ghouls were all standing there looking around but silent; deglamoured and their ashen skin and tails were flicking back and forth. She did not say anything about their masks figuring when they were ready and comfortable enough that they'd take it off when they were good and ready to do so. Instead, she guided everyone further into the room and motioned for Copia to take a seat on one of the couches situated inside the room.

"Sorry about that. Now. Go ahead and tell me what trouble you've gotten yourself into. Have you summoned a ghoul you can't control?"

"No....well not really. I mean si." Copia floundered waving his hands. "We did do a summoning but it backfired and well...it wasn't exactly a ghoul that we summoned - we sent it back of course but not before...well..." he looked towards the ghouls.

"Not without a scrape or few..."

AN: If you guys enjoyed this let me know if you'd like for me to make one shot series for Ollie and the Ghouls! I'd love to hear your thought. Did you like it? Would you like to see more of Ollie and the Ghouls outside of this series?

[whore-for-murdock]

Can’t You See That You’re Lost Without Me? - Chapter III

Nameless Ghouls(Ghost band) x Black!OC

Series Summary: Asteria is forced out of her home and old life, but maybe it’s for the better.

Chapter Summary: Asteria gains mountains trust, with flower crowns.

Warnings: Fluffy meeting, probably bad writing, and idk what else

I would love and very much appreciate any constructive criticism, please interact (like or comment, reposts if you really want to) if you enjoy. Comment or dm me if you want me to start a taglist.

Papa walks me back to my room so that I can read through liber ghoulius eorumque historia and prepare to meet the ghouls. I skim the table of contents, squinting to comprehend the small messy font, stopping when I find one titled Gaining a Ghoul’s Trust. Skip straight to that chapter, I learn that there are six different types of ghouls — air, quintessence, earth, water, multi, and fire.

I skimmed through the information, making it through the first three ghouls and how to gain their trust when a knock rang through my new room. After resting the book on my desk, I open my door to see Papa standing before me.

“Ah, Asteria, are you ready to have a short introduction to the ghouls?” He asks me smoothly.

“Sure.”

-- --

“I’ll go in first, and just be careful the ghouls are often wary of new presences. Even the ones who brought you here may end up feeling threatened by you, now that you are in better shape and conscious,” he warns me, concern and worry prominent on his features. I only nod, watching as he slowly pushes open the heavy door and walks inside. I slip in behind him, his taller stature shielding me from the gazes of the ghouls.

Papa briefly informs the ghouls of my presence, before stepping aside, allowing me to be seen. I glance around the eight tall figures scattered around the large room. After a few short moments of staring at all of them and being stared at in return, the shortest masked being charged at me, their red iris narrowed into slits. Their eyes now seem cat-like as I back up quickly, he is, however, grabbed quickly by two of the much taller ghouls. I recognize one of them as the purple-eyed ghoul who had found me in the woods, the other had light-blue eyes. This one seemed shy as he avoids eye contact with me the entire time I watch them hold the red-eyes ghoul back.

The aggressive being calms down rapidly, as though all of their energy is zapped out of them. I stare on, wide-eyed, as they drag the, now, unconscious person out of the room. With a few of them gone and less attention placed on me, I took some time to look around the room. It has a large stage in the furthest part of the room, various instruments scattered around, and a few large couches are placed in front of the stage. A half kitchen with a fridge, microwave, and sink, the walls lined with soundproofing foam.

“Um… Hi, I’m Asteria.” I introduced myself with a small wave. Only two ghouls return my wave, seeming to be the least wary of my presence. Papa then takes my hand and begins leading me back to the door I came through.

“You will have just over a week to get used to them and gain their trust, before beginning the full extent of your job. I find it best you start with the air ghouls, they are the most open and easily trusting.” Papa informs me, holding the door open for me. Before leaving, I calmly wave the white-eyed and dark blue-eyed ghouls over to me, as they had been the only ones to wave back.

-- --

As I walk through cool halls, passing large windows with a lattice pattern, looking out into a vast garden. As I observe the warm autumn colors, the leaves begin to change and grass withers away slowly, only to notice an out-of-place patch of vibrant green plants as well as a few vivid colored flowers. My steps come to a halt as I move closer to the window, the new growth occurring in the transition season that is fall sticks out like a sore thumb.

Upon closer inspection, I notice a ghoul at the epicenter of the lively plants, seeming to be in its element. At this, I realize it’s the abbey’s earth ghoul. I find the nearest door and slowly make my way outside, making sure to keep my hands in front of me to appear as less of a threat. The ghoul doesn’t pick up on my presence until I step into the patch of green, their eyes shooting open quickly as their head turns to me. I raise my hands in front of me, my palms toward them, halting my approach. I recall the information on gaining an earth ghoul's trust as the ghoul sitting before me calmed slightly.

It is best to start outside, where they feel calmest and grounded. As with gaining any ghoul's trust, approach slowly, and just stay in their presence for some time. They will trust that you aren’t a threat any more if you also respect personal space and any parts of nature around you. A small gift or trinket that resembles nature in any way and you will have fully gained their trust.

I slowly inched my way closer to him, my hands still extended in front of me. I sit beside him with a good three feet between us, my legs crossed beneath me. I feel his eyes on me, but I keep my eyes on the vibrant flowers and plants surrounding me, some out-of-season vegetation flourishes around, no doubt a result of the earth ghoul’s powers.

Noticing some daisies and chamomile flowers near me, I realize the perfect gift to give to him. I calmly reach towards the beautifully growing flowers and weave them together in an alternating manner. As I do I think of the meanings of the two flowers and how they coordinate perfectly what I am using them for.

I soon run out of chamomile flowers near me, so I place down the partially made flower crown to get some that had grown farther away. However, before I could stand more of the bright white flowers rapidly grow before me. I glance beside me to see the ghoul’s eyes staring at me curiously from behind his mask, his hand motioning for me to continue what I was doing.

I pluck the last flower I need and close the crown, although it’s missing something. I glance around searching for something to tie it all together, when some ivy vines catch my eye. I quickly wrap the vine around the tied flowers loosely before turning to the ghoul beside me and presenting the crown to him. He only stares at it with his head tilted to the side slightly. ‘Adorable.’ I shake my head just slightly to remind myself to focus on the task at hand.

I begin to raise the crown placed on his head, but he flinches back before I can, my actions seeming to have startled him. I pause, and gesture to show him what I’m trying to do with the crown. He loosens the tension in his shoulders and moves back to how he was, allowing me to place the flowers on top of his silver mask.

I smile at him, the flowers complementing his vibrant green eyes greatly. The corners of his eyes crinkle leading me to believe he was smiling back at me.

“What’s your name?” I ask curiously.

“Mountain.”

[kabukiaku]

bunch of ko-fi commissions! 💜

[doodleshrimps]

she knows how to lure in her lab rats alpha's design by @kabukiaku

[anamelessfool]

the sun goes down, another dreamless night

"In the years they've known each other and worked together, it was quickly discovered how much of a sleep cuddler Primo is." Fic Link

[kllypsooo]

And what if I told you Terzo and Omega had a baby..

This is Lucius, a Terzomega fan child my friend and I came up with! Credits to Crimson blood cosplay, the one who designed him. We love him like he's our own 🤧

The cat's name is Bella!! She's like an older sister to him

[nocturnal-bishop]

Wanted to draw Desert with Aurora, just doing Ghoulette things 🖤

[yesandpeeps]

Ghost band OCs I’ve had since November 2022 🫣🫣

Doctor Uccello: he/him, primary care physician, ghoul specialist.

Whisper Ghoul: they/it, summoned during Impera era, ministry’s organist.

[mercurysketches]

Sister Lucretia may have a favorite…✨💙☁️

[quaildoodle]

commission i did for @/sammykingslayer on instagram :3c

[raz0rvampire]

Copia the type of dog to get excited to see you after you’re gone for 2 minutes

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Just Witchy Stuff (Nameless Poly!Ghouls x OC) Part 4

Summary: As a witch, Ollie lives a quiet life. While most people find her stingy or eccentric in her beliefs and superstitions her presence is well known around the town as that 'witch' at the corner with her little witchy shop. But unlike what people think she has been around a very long time - never staying too long in one town for them to realize she never seems to age. Because of her moving around she wracks up a lot of favors. What she didn't expect was for one of her old favors to show up at her doorstep. This is her adventure!

AN: Ollie is an old OC of mine based on a lot of myself that shows a glimpse of the writer behind the writings :) Enjoy!

Pairing: Nameless Ghouls Poly x OC

My Workshop

Part 3

[With Mountain]

He worried he wouldn't make it in time. Ollie hadn't given Mountain instructions on where to find Moss. Only that she was needed for 'the mirror' and that Moss knew what that meant. But from his previous interactions with the Fae she had mentioned she enjoyed most of her time at the antique store that she worked at. But would she be there? It was awful late and Mountain knew little of the habits of non-hellish creatures besides humans.

The streets were empty and the cool air chilled the sweat that clung to his black shirt cooling him off but making him feel icky at the same time as it stuck to his skin - it was fine though. His packmate was in danger to himself and to others...and he would never forgive himself if he took too long to find the fae; to return with her only to find Ollie dead.

The very idea stung his heart more than he cared to admit. He refused to find anything but admiration for the witch but he could not deny deep down that perhaps the admiration was something more than it seemed. Her knowledge of herbology intrigued him and he wanted to see another day that he could drag her away from her store to show her all the wonders of the garden he kept pristine and flourishing in Primo's garden back at the Abbey.

His packmates too felt the pull that little witch seemed to not realize was so evident among them. Was it her magic that called to them, her beauty, or maybe the depth of the mystery of boundless knowledge that swam in her gaze? He was afraid to find out. He was more afraid of not having the chance to find out.

So he searched; racing with an inhuman speed he did not use often towards the old-looking window store a block away from Ollie's shop. The windows were dark and the door was locked with the 'closed' sign displayed on the window of the door. He should have figured out as much since it was so early in the morning. Did the Fae live here like Ollie lived in her store or did she live elsewhere? Should he find a way in and find out?

He paced around the shop trying to find a window or a door he could get through. There was a back door but it was locked tight and beside the front window there were no other windows to go through. He was stumped and his tail lashed in frustration. He normally never lost his cool - always prided himself on being the calmest and most rational of his pack mates but this was an emergency. He didn't have the luxury of time!

"Mountain? What a surprise." a light voice spoke up from behind him and he spun feeling his hackles raise.

He was greeted with the smaller form of the fae he had been searching for; her attire was casual in a pretty floor-length floral dress, cardigan, and flats despite the chill of October - the weather seemed to not affect her in the least as it idly picked up a few strays of her pale purple locks to float in front of her far too green eyes.

"Moss." he forced his body to relax from its position of guard but he still felt the tension in his shoulders as he tipped his head at her in greetings.

Moss tilted her head back at him as she watched him curiously. "What is it? What is the matter?" she asked softly in the same proper and polite voice he had come to associate with her regal demeanor despite her down to earth girl look she was giving off at first glance.

She was too sweet. Too kind. Too oblivious to what chaos he had seen not hours before; or perhaps she wasn't. What did he know about the Faes anyway? Nothing but if she was friends with the chaotic witch then she must not be as innocent as she portrays herself to be. Still, Mountain had come on a mission and he would not fail Ollie.

"There's no real time to explain. Ollie needs the mirror." he stated firmly.

At the mention of the mirror her brows furrowed and her posture changed; there was a tension about her now - a seriousness as she registered his words.

"How bad are we talking?"

Mountain grunted and looked back at her shop. "Ollie's in trouble. Dewdrop's in trouble. She asked for the mirror and for Evangeline."

This seemed to spur her into motion as she gave a curt nod and pulled out her keys swiftly from her purse. "I was afraid of that. It is not often she needs us. But when she does; it's bad. Come. The mirror is inside. Have you found Evangaline yet?" she asked as she unlocked the door and swiftly entered.

Unlike Ollie's shop, the antique store was filled to the brim with all sorts of items. From old trinkets to furniture. Old dolls and vases. Shelves of old dusty books and things that any other normal person would have thought were junk. But Moss knew her way around the store like it was the back of her hand. Allowing him entry after her as she swept through on quick feet towards the back of the store to the register where she snuck behind and knelt to open a cabinet with another key that hung from her neck.

"Rain went to go find her." Mountain finally said as he peered over the countertop to watch as the Fae unlocked the cabinet and withdrew a wooden chest.

But instead of using another key to open the chest she withdrew the brooch that she had pinned into her hair and unclasped it until the needle point was pulled from its clasp. She pricked her finger until a drop of blood gathered at the tip which she then pressed against the emblem that should have held a keyhole. It opened after a few seconds and from within she grasped an ordinary-looking hand mirror. It was gold but the polish was chipping away and the mirror was cracked. It was old - much older than anything else in this store by the looks of it.

She rose and placed it in her bag instead of giving it to him. At Mountain's disgruntled noise of confusion, she faced him with a firm expression on her face.

"This item is far too precious to allow in just anyone's hands, I'm afraid. I'm coming with you."

The tall ghoul shook his head quickly. "Too dangerous."

Moss placed a hand on her hip and took a step forward. "That wasn't a question Mountain. If Ollie is asking for her items that means she also needs us. She can't do this without us and knowing her....if she's asking for her artifacts...she's not strong enough to banish this threat alone."

She brushed past him quickly and headed for the door. "Come on! We don't have much time."

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[With Rain]

How do you find someone who you never met before? Any normal person wouldn't be able to without some serious help. But Rain had a name and a location; that was good enough for him. His only concern was the fact that it was so early in the morning. The sky was starting to lighten with the coming sun and that meant people would be on the streets soon. He had to get to this Pixie quickly for Ollie's sake.

But was it for Ollie's sake or for Dew's? Both were in danger right now. Whatever creature Papa had summoned was dangerous. More than just some mishap mistake of summoning the wrong kind of demon. Whatever this Vinashesk creature was it was not something Rain had ever heard of. Not even when he was down in hell himself. This supernatural demon was dangerous and it was something Ollie feared.

He did not know much about the human witch but he had seen the way his packmates reacted to her presence; how Mountain seemed instantly intrigued by her, how Swiss couldn't seem to take his gaze from her - how Aether seemed overly protective of the area she was in...how Dewdrop seemed to study her in a way the water ghoul hadn't seen him interested in another thing; except maybe his guitar. He had felt it too even when he hadn't interacted with her much. She had a certain calm energy among the chaoticness of her aura that reminded him of a safe place. A form of light in her that came with knowledge and unknown mystery that his curious personality could not quite detach himself from. She had done so much to help them already...to help Dewdrop that he wouldn't allow himself the thought that he could lose her. He wanted to get to know her better and see what kind of stories she had to tell.

And so he searched. He followed the path back toward Ollie's shop. Catching a scent of Mountain on the way as well along the floral he'd come to recognize as Moss - Ollie's friend they had briefly met. But he passed the shops and went further still until he stopped at the sign that read 'Pixie's Reads.'

A cute name befitting the pixie herself no doubt. But the bookstore was closed; obviously and he didn't know if he should look around. Feeling jittery and lost he scanned the front of the building. It looked old - well-aged with time but well-loved if the decor had anything to say about it. But there was a light in the interior he could make out in the windows up front so he knocked on the wooden door. Well, actually he banged more like it. Scared that he was wasting precious time and not willing to risk time he did not have.

He banged once and when there was no answer he banged again, and then again for good measure. Inwardly begging that the aforementioned Pixie was inside the book store. When he was beginning to panic thinking perhaps it was just a light left on before she had gone home that night the door unlocked and swung open.

Rain was stunned for a moment as he stared down at the figure standing in the doorway. She was small, smaller than even Dew with warm bronzed skin and big doe-like brown eyes peeking up at him from under thick lashes. Not black...but green. Frosty green fucking lashes that matched the pretty green of her hair and peaking from the thick waves of her hair were two pointed elf ears that had little flower earrings dangling from the tips. Her button nose speckled with snowy white freckles like the backside of a baby fawn wrinkled up a bit as she pouted with full lips while she assessed the masked figure on her doorstep.

"Well, sugar, I'm sorry but I think you got Halloween night a few days early." her voice was a gentle southern drawl as she cocked a hip against the doorframe and clasped her dainty hands together in front of her.

"Are yer lost?"

Rain blinked and shook his head quickly before clearing his throat trying to find his voice. She was too cute and sweet that it literally caught him off guard for a moment.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Evangline. But Ollie sent me...she's in trouble and she needs her black grimoire."

This big brown doe eyes widened impossibly bigger and her lips parted in surprise before they suddenly narrowed and she squinted up at him.

"How do I know yer aint tryin' fool me?" she demanded placing her hands on her hips like a scolding mother. "Aint nobody supposed to know about her grimoire now."

Rain fidgeted with his hands. "We don't have much time. Please. I can explain on the way! But she's in danger...my packmate is in danger and Ollie needs her grimoire!"

Evangeline huffed and crossed her arms. "That's all yah got, honey? Please, do yah know how many demons come knocking on my door asking for a witch's artifact pretending they need it for good?! Aint nobody trusts a demon who claims to be up to good."

Rain blew out a breath and he slammed his hands against either side of the doorframe - his body bent looming over the tiny creature in front of him as he bore down at her with his silvery baby blues from behind his mask.

"Please!" Rain sighed hanging his head. "She needs it to help with the Vinashesk."

The pixie jolted backward as if that word alone was more scary than his sudden aggressiveness. Her eyes widened like saucers and she shook her head quickly as she clasped a hand to her heart.

"The Vinashesk? What in heaven's name got her tangled up with one of them creatures?!" she demanded breathlessly.

"It's a long story...will you help?"

"Of course I'll help! Ollie is one of my closest friends! No fae creature alive would deny that gurl!" she huffed while spinning on her heel and rushing back into the darkness of her bookshop.

Rain was left hanging at the door peering into the darkness as he watched her scramble for something inside of a locked chest behind the counter. He couldn't see her opening it because her slight frame was in the way but he wasn't left for long as she was quick on her feet to race back to him with a bundle wrapped in a brown cloth clutched tightly in her hands.

"Come on now! Ollie needs us!" the pixie demanded as she ducked beneath his arms and was racing down the street before the demonic creature could even move.

[At the Abbey]

Copia watched anxiously from the window as the sun began to shine. The curtains were still drawn tight though besides the small sliver he had pulled back to watch the corridors beyond. Any light beside a candle made Dew go into an absolute frenzy. But currently, he was calm; well as calm as he could be. According to Swiss and Aether the fire ghoul was currently rocking back and forth in the corner of his room having some sort of internal breakdown as he coped; the room he had trashed to bits in minutes after Ollie had been dragged out of it. The multi-ghoul had to grab Dew's precious instruments before he had a chance to destroy those too and regret it later when he was back to normal.

Copia had returned back to the ghoul den with some food and fresh clothing he'd borrowed from one of the sisters for Ollie to change into when he'd watched as Aether dragged the girl out of the hazard zone and back into the anxious tense atmosphere of the common room where the ghoulettes were currently making the witch as comfortable as they could.

Sunshine had bathed the girl to the best of her abilities in the current state the human was in with some wet towels to clean up the blood and used Mountain's stash of ointments to bind her wounds while Cumuls and Cirrus helped redress her into clothes that were not torn and blooded; making sure she was comfortable in her comatose state. Yes, a comatose state.

According to Aether, Copia had been informed, that Ollie had hashed out a plan to retract her from Dewdrop's clutches and inform him of what had happened. The fresh bite mark on her shoulder was a nasty bit and his only fear was that whatever poison the hellish creature had gotten Dew had poisoned Ollie as well. But there were no signs at all of distress from the knocked-out woman.

"She's going to be alright...won't she, Papa?" Sunshine asked looking up at the man with worried yellow eyes.

"Of course, tesero! Ollie is a strong witch. She has faced worse I'm sure...she knows what she's doing." but did she? Did Copia believe it? He had to for everybody's sake - especially Ollie's.

Sister Imperator had been breathing down his neck wondering what all the fuss was. Wondering what was wrong with the fire ghoul. Their tour was coming up soon and instead of practicing as they should be. One ghoul was out of commission and the others refused to make a replacement so that practice could continue. Even Copia threw the tour out the window in favor of this chaos. If there was one thing Sister Imperator hated it was a change of unwelcoming plans. Of her schedule and expectations being thrown off the rail like a speeding out-of-control train.

"Is Mountain and Rain back yet?" Aether asked looking up from where he sat silently on the couch. Ollie's head resting comfortably on his lap as he eased more of his quintessence into her to keep her stabilized.

"I don't see signs of them yet but I'm sure-"

The door burst open with the mixed scent of the familiar ghouls and two unfamiliar females. Mountain and Rain ushered their respective tasks inside before locking the door behind them.

Moss and Evangaline took in the scene around them with equal parts concern and wariness before their eyes fell on the pale woman lying in a ghoul's lap.

"Oh, sweetheart." Evangeline rushed forward and knelt by the woman's side and took her cold hand. "What have yah gotten yerself into?"

Moss braced herself at the back of the couch staring down at the unusually pale and sunken face of her friend and her features deepened into a frown.

"She isn't going to be much use if she's a husk." she commented receiving a disapproving glare from the pixie on the floor.

"So do something and restore her energy!" she quipped back.

"In a minute." Moss turned her back to them and instead addressed Copia. "I've been informed that you had summoned a Vinashesk, and that it started all of this?" she waved her hands around the room.

"Si si...." Copia looked awkwardly at the floor so that he didn't have the meet the disapproving glare of the Fae staring him down.

"Is it contained?"

"Si...we sent it back already...this is us...it had gotten to one of our ghouls beforehand."

Moss pinched the bridge of her nose. "And do you know what a Vinashesk is?"

a group of silent head shakes all around causing another upheaval of frustration of the Fae as she brushed her hair back from her face and turned to look at everybody else.

"A Vinashesk is an energy feeder. Similar to Banshees. While Banshees don't take victims they do cipher the grief and sadness of those they warn of their or their loved ones impending demise. A Vinashesk is a curropted form of a banshee...They are like..." she waved her hands around trying to find words to describe them when Evangeline piped up.

"They are the residue husk of what a vanquished banshee is. Banshees are spirits you see but even spirits and ghosts are able to be vanquished. They are simply souls who passed tragically unable to move on and eventually become Harolds of mourning and grief. If a banshee is vanquished without fulfilling it's basic human desire that tethers them to the astral plain they decay...and turn into a Vinashesk. Those nasty buggers are energy feeders. They feed off of the auras and energies of any living creature - A witch is...my," the pixie shook her head flustered.

"A witch is the golden ticket to return topside." Moss muttered crossing her arms.

"That's what Dew was doing then? he was feeding off of her magic? But why? He's already a demon." Rain shook his head in confusion.

"Because it's the will of the Vinashesk. They're decaying spirits. Desperate and hungry. Always so hungry. If they do not feed on substantial energy or magic they literally just....fade away and die. Every spirit or soul wants to live and with a vengeful entity like a Vinashesk they want nothing more." Moss explained looking down at Ollie with a troubled look.

The room fell into silence until Aether finally spoke up. "So are you telling us that...Dewdrop is turning into one of them? Because of the poison that thing injected him with?"

"I'm afraid so honey. They use poison they contain in their claws to the bloodstream like spores. Decaying and twisting the mind of its host until there is nothing left but the mind and instinct of a Vinashesk in the body of someone you may have once known ." Evangaline murmured almost apologetically.

"So what do we do? We can't lose Dew...or Ollie." Mountain stated from his position by the door.

"Oh, yah won't lose them, honey. That's why Ollie sent yah for us! She's been around such a long time..she has a trick or two up her sleeve." Evangeline smiled warmly up at the giant before she grabbed the cloth-wrapped book she'd left on the floor upon entry.

"What's that?" Sunshine asked peering over at the bundle.

The pixie unraveled the bundle to reveal an old tattered black leather journal just as Moss grabbed the cracked mirror from her purse.

"These, these are Ollie's secret weapons."

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Part 5 The End

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Can’t You See That You’re Lost Without Me? - Chapter 1

Nameless ghouls (Ghost band) x Black!OC

Series Summary: Asteria is forced out of her home and old life, but maybe it’s for the better.

Chapter Summary: When her mother reaches her last straw with Asteria, Asteria is forced to come to terms with a new, strange environment. One that presents a stark contrast to that of her previous one.

Warning: Abuse, probably bad writing, potentially unrealistic portrayal of seeing a ghoul first thing when you wake up with a concussion, idk what else.

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I quietly exit the cabinet, grabbing the few bags I had in my room and filling them with my things. I managed to sneak into my bathroom to grab other necessities such as a toothbrush and deodorant. I quickly tossed the bags just outside the dark window, before grabbing my secret stash of money amounting to about a hundred-fifty dollars. Just as I finish grabbing it, my door slams open, my mother fuming in its wake.

I scramble to my feet, as she approaches me quickly, sprinting to the front door. I fumble with the locks for a moment, allowing her time to catch up to me. Just as I get the door fully unlocked and begin to pull it open, my mother pulls my head back by my hair, with a deadly grip once more, and slams my forehead into the door pushing it closed. Black dots fill my vision as I crumble to the floor. Fighting the urge to slip into unconsciousness, I reach for the door handle again. Opening the door successfully and doing my best to crawl out of the doorway.

As I slowly push myself up, nearly out of the house, my mother's foot makes contact with my back, making me fall and tumble down the porch steps. I barely open my eyes to see her glaring at me, as the ringing in my ears grows louder, I can just barely hear her say, “You are no daughter of mine.” I black out soon after she slams the door shut.

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I groan softly as I slowly open my eyes, my head pounding, my body stiff and aching from the abuse it endured not long ago. I pushed myself up slowly, though every part of my body protested at the movement. I walked around the house to where my bags were, grabbing them and setting off to anywhere but that wretched house. I continue to walk slowly, not only due to my aching limbs but also because of the darkness that still surrounds me. I had slept for a few hours before coming to, waking in the early hours of the morning.

I walk till the sun peaks from behind the trees, stopping at the edge of town where the houses lessen to meet a dense forest that residents of the small town make a clear point to avoid. I take a deep breath before stepping into the forest, not wishing to see the stares of people I have known my entire life. The same people who had shunned me and ridiculed me. My eyelids grow heavy as I pass the identical trees knowing that I am very lost. I stop next to a large tree, knowing mindlessly walking through the dense foliage will do me no good, and sit against the tree as I quickly close my eyes, falling asleep.

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I hear a soft conversation near me as I begin waking up once more for the day. The voices grow closer as I slowly open my eyes and look toward where the conversation was coming from. I make eye contact with vibrant purple eyes, staring at me closely with concern filling them as they glance around my face. I am confused when I see the concerned look in their eyes, as they are the only feature of theirs that I can see. Memories of last night fill my head quickly and I realize that bruises have begun to form on my dark skin.

I bring my hand up and gently rub my forehead, as I survey the silver facial coverings the person in front of me adorns. Though there is a cut out for the person's mouth, it can’t be seen, hidden by a black mask of sorts. Silver hair is depicted on the mask, along with two horns poking out at the top of their head. A deep voice comes from behind the slightly unsettling mask before me.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, as his eyes continue to stare at my (visible) injuries. I go to respond but am caught off guard by movement behind the figure in front of me. Having forgotten the other person's presence, I glanced at them quickly, noticing light blue eyes behind an identical mask. Instead of responding, I attempted to stand, finally coming to my senses and realizing the potential danger I could be in with the two masked men, alone, deep in the woods.

However, once I am standing fully, blood rushes to my head quickly, and a headache instantly forms, causing me to stumble. My head, clearly unable to take more blood, shuts down, forcing me to pass out and fall forward. Before completely losing consciousness, I feel two strong arms catch me. The last thing I see is those purple eyes framed by the strange silver mask staring down at me.

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I slowly open my eyes to find myself in a dimly lit room. I look to my right to find a large window, the forest I was in not long ago lying behind tall stone walls and iron gates. I jolt up, realizing I didn’t know where I was exactly. Looking to my left, a tall figure stands in the doorway, dressed in all black, a black button, black dress pants with suspenders, and black dress shoes to complete the ensemble. A silver mask rests on their face, similar to the two men I had encountered in the forest. I recognize the stark purple eyes from the day before, however, I still push myself into the far corner of the bed. He raises both his hands in front of him to present himself as non-threatening as he fully enters the room.

“Glad you’re awake. How are you feeling?” He asks, pulling out a chair from a desk I hadn’t noticed. I remained in the farthest corner from him as I shrugged slightly, avoiding eye contact, my throat dried out after the numerous naps I’d taken for the day. My head was still foggy from what may be a concussion, my ribs screamed for me not to move and calm my breathing. He sighs, standing and leaving the room.

In his absence, I take in the rest of the room. Taking note of the large wardrobe next to the desk, a door leading to what I assume to be a bathroom, the small desk on the same wall as the door into this room, and my bags sitting beside the desk. All the furniture is made of the same dark wood that resembles that of the trees in the surrounding forest. The walls are made of stone just like the walls outside. In the corner of the room across from the bed is a fireplace and a small loveseat made of a dark fabric. The room has a very cozy, dark academia aesthetic that I would enjoy more if I knew how I got here and if I knew where she was.

I slowly stand from the bed, swaying only slightly before fully gaining my balance. I walk into the bathroom, taking in my appearance in the mirror. A dark bruise from being punched on my left cheek, my bottom lip split but the blood was gone as it glistens with some sort of ointment, my right eyebrow also split from my collision with the door, my forehead also darkening from the forming bruise. I turn on the sink, leaning down to sip the cool water, sighing in relief as the cool liquid runs down my throat.

A woman walks into the room as I exit the bathroom, she’s dressed in a simple long-sleeved black dress that stops just before her knees, accompanied by knee-high socks and Mary Janes. She smiles softly at me, seeming surprised that I wasn’t in the bed.

“Hi. I’m Jessica, Jess for short,” she greets, staring at me kindly. “Two of our ghouls found you in the woods, they brought you here so we could help with your injuries. I understand if you’re scared and you are welcome to leave at any time, but you can stay until you heal. Longer if you so wish,” She reassured me, calming me just slightly knowing that I am not trapped here.

“I’m Asteria,” I state meekly, my shyness shining through. She smiles wider at my response.

“Well, Asteria, there are clothes in the wardrobe if you want to shower and change. I’ll come back in an hour so you can adjust a bit.” She says starting to leave the room. I reach for her arm quickly before she can reach the door. She turns back to me, clearly confused.

“What are ghouls?” I question, settling on the first coherent question that ran through my head as I thought of the mysterious masked figures I had encountered. She smiles at me, patting my arm before walking to the door again.

“I’ll explain everything when I give you the tour.” She says from outside the door just before closing it. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

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Gifts of the Sabbath (Part 1)

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Flurries and Flirtations (Part 1)

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The Dreams Lives Are Made Of Once Thought Impossible

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Movie Night (kabukiaku AU)

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