#aeon fic

[thedecamerone]

AO3: Small Talk Fandom: Resident Evil Rating: Teen (for now) Pairing: Leon Kennedy/Ada Wong Characters: Ada Wong, Leon Kennedy, some original minor characters at the party Additional Tags: Post-RE4R, Character Study, Introspection, Romance, Undercover Missions, Reunions, Trauma, Awkward Party Talk Note: hello my audience of 3 people! <3 i don't expect this to get many views since I'm kind of a fandom ghost around here, but if you do end up reading this or leaving a comment, you are held in my heart and appreciated!!

Summary:

How many rooms to reach the bottom of this place, step by hallowed step to the innermost chamber, to infiltrate the heart where it was caged? Being in a stranger's home always filled Ada with the same desire. Not for the things themselves, but for a space as grand and as wide as this, somewhere permanent to live that wasn’t an isolated cabin or a hotel room in the city. She wanted to relish this house, to learn its floor plan like a language, to find the perfect opening.

Or: The world is a screen and desire is a dreamscape history of ghosts. An encounter at a celebrity mansion party in the Hollywood Hills brings Ada and Leon back together to contend with old silences, driving their relationship headlong toward an inevitable eruption.

[shelbyshoe]

Swallow the Dark

"Breathtaking. If he didn't know to fear her, he'd be on his knees to be beneath her."

Leon Kennedy is kept a prisoner in Wong Castle, awaiting his demise, when he is summoned to the devil's bed chamber. Lady Wong has her own secret plans, sensual and dark.

Lady Ada x prisoner Leon

Aeon One-shot

AO3

[aeonloves]

one more aeon week ⛱️💭

introducing.. aeon summer week 🏖️ from 18 to 24 July !!

planned with @cherrycelsius (pic made by her too)

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use #AeonSummerWeek when posting so it can be retweeted !

[ai “art” of any sort is NOT allowed]

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈 [complete]

(leon kennedy x ada wong) pregnancy AU

1 : familiarity, uncertainty, discovery ♡💋☁

2 : realization, budding, changes ♡☁

3: consequences, nurture, seeds of truth♡☁

4 : slow and steady, realities, routines ♡💋☁

5 : routines part II, babymoon, making memories♡💋☁

6 : blossoms, bad habits, new traditions ♡💋☁

7 : a simple favour, the roses, nesting ♡

8 : falling into place, best laid plans, a night to remember ♡☁[💋]

9 : so it goes, in this moment, moment like this ♡☁[💋]

epilogue ♡

postpartum ada fic!

𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈

(This series can exist as a continuation of this series but not necessarily "canon" in that universe, think of this as an extension if you want more of a backstory!)

also a part of day 2 - family @aeonweek

drawings by the girls :) by @maristarfish | the girls but grown up

[all release dates are subject to being delayed]

guide ♡ - fluff / 💋 - you'know [💋] implied woOOHOO / ☁ - angst

[my ao3] [my masterlist] [my artwork and moodboards]

Photo credits: top middle aeon pic @katshinigami

[kittenslady]

Headcanon

Ada and Carla find each other and start fighting, Leon appears, but he's not sure who the Real Ada Wong is, so Ada has to give him a signal only them would know so he won't shoot her by mistake (maybe is a word that reminds him of something they did). ❤️💙

[kenzerton]

Thinking about Phantom being such a shy and nervous and scared ghoul when he’s first summoned, then turning into the most sluttiest boy you’d ever meet. One moment he’s all sweet and shy, next moment he’s practically begging Swiss or Dew or anyone with a dick in the pack to fuck the shit out of him. (Spoiler alert: they do)

[miasmaghoul]

so, about those angsty swaeon thoughts...

It's later than usual by the time they make it to the hotel, and Dew's so tired he can barely stand up straight. He was already limping with the damn boot strapped to his leg, but the exhaustion makes it that much worse. He's more hobbling now, at the back of the pack while the others make their way to the lobby - all close enough to touch, yet draped in distance and dense quiet.

No one has spoken much since they watched Swiss be whisked away the moment they'd stepped off stage. Taken by the arm by a pair of men none of the ghouls knew by sight but who wore the clothes of the clergy, escorted down a long hall and around a corner before any of them could even call after him. They'd known he was leaving tonight, Copia's notice recalling him showed up two days ago, but the suddenness, the shock of seeing it? Well, none of them could have predicted that.

A soft, worn voice had sliced through the weight of their silence, heavy footfalls accompanying the words.

"He is...an incredible kisser."

V was softly caressing his own paint-smeared lips as he said it, and the five pairs of infernal eyes that flicked to focus on him all held different intent.

They're all still feeling out their new frontman - one who doesn't particularly enjoy being called Papa, something Dew and Mountain in particular have been struggling with - and while none of the ghouls bear him any ill will, it's true enough that there's a lot of trust still to build. They weren't looking at him with disdain, nothing so sharp - just the weighty stares of five ghouls who had all lost someone yet again, and far too soon.

Aeon, though, hadn't been looking with them. When Dew turned his attention from V, already headed down the hall, he'd found Aeon still staring at that distant corner. He hadn't so much as twitched since Swiss vanished beyond it from the look of things, and Dew's stomach had done an all-to-familiar flip.

Changing had happened in near-silence, and it's been much the same since then. The trek to the bus, the drive to the hotel and now this walk through the parking lot. Dew can at least ground himself with the pain in his foot and hip, but the others? They hardly seem present. Cirrus stumbles over her words at the concierge desk, keys get fumbled, Aurora can't stop bumping into anyone close to her. There's a faint buzzing in the air, one a human might hear and attribute to fluorescent lighting, but it's a sound Dew is intimately familiar with.

Interpreting the varying hums of quintessence is a skill Dew has honed over the years, but you wouldn't need to be an expert on the subject to read Aeon's mood. He's standing a few steps away, staring at nothing and radiating an invisible aura of discontent. The chill rolling off him would be enough to keep away damn near anyone.

Dew has never minded this particular brand of cold though. He shifts his duffel, readies himself, and -

"Need a lift?"

A large hand cups his shoulder, gives it a squeeze, and Dew leans easily into Mountain's familiar side. His eyes remain on Aeon as the taller ghoul rubs his back, holding up a plastic keycard between two fingers.

"We're roomies," Mountain rumbles, tucking the key into Dew's jacket pocket. "Seventh floor, far end. You can play backpack, if you want."

Dew snorts, looking away to gently headbutt the other ghoul's bicep.

"You know how to treat a girl," he teases, but he's already shuffling around to Mountain's back. As he's hoisted up, Dew catches Aeon trading a few words with Cirrus as he accepts his own keys. Well, one of them at least - he forces the other back into the ghoulette's hand. "You talk to the kid, Mount?"

"Not yet," he replies, getting his arms situated. "Rain was...not great when we were in the showers. He needed me."

Dew nods, rests his chin against Mountain's shoulder. Watches Aeon skulking off to the stairwell, bypassing the elevator bay entirely.

"Just wonderin'." He yawns into the taller ghoul's shirt, grunting at the ache in his foot as he's toted to the elevators. "Hey, catch Cir before we go. Got a question."

He does, Dew gets his answer, and the three of them share a long - if slightly awkward - hug and a series of cheek kisses. Mountain punches the number seven, and the doors close just as a damp-cheeked Aurora shuffles to Cirrus' side.

"Poor things," Mountain sighs, stroking the back of Dew's hand with a rough thumb. "Her and Aeon both."

Dew hums his agreement and nuzzles into the side of Mountain's throat. Inhales the green scent of his soap and the remnants of sweat stuck in his hairline. It's always impossible to really get clean in those venue showers, but Dew isn't complaining. It reminds him of better things. He lets out a long exhale, and Mountain gives his thighs a soft squeeze.

"How are you holding up, Dew?"

The low drone of his voice, familiar and full of too many emotions for Dew to parse right now, sinks straight into his skin. He sigh again, does a little half shrug.

"Shitty, but I did most of my mourning the night he got the notice from Co - I mean, from the Frater."

The silly bit of emphasis he puts on the title is solely to distract himself from the gnawing in his gut, but it has the lovely side effect of pulling a soft laugh from Mountain. They both miss Copia dearly, and they both know that any teasing is just a way to cope.

"How 'bout you, big guy?"

It's Mountain's turn to sigh, to give a half-nod.

"Is it good or bad that I'm getting used to this feeling?"

Dew's been wondering the same thing, but he doesn't know how to say so. He hugs Mountain's shoulders instead, and the rest of the ride passes without a word.

The ding of the door gives way to the warmth of the carpeted hall, and Mountain carries him to the juncture where it splits in two before he speaks again.

"Which way, fireball?"

Dew snakes a hand into his pocket, pulls out two keys - the one for their shared room, and the one he'd had no trouble snagging from Cirrus. The minute or so it's taken to get from the lobby to here hasn't really given him much time to think, but Mountain doesn't seem like he's in a rush so Dew takes some time to weogh his options. His conclusion makes him sigh, and Mountain chuckles.

"Careful, he'll think you're going soft." He nudges Dew’s head with his chin, and the little ghoul makes a dismissive sound.

"I can bully him again tomorrow," he mumbles, kissing Mountain's jaw and giving a squeeze with his thighs. "C'mon, lemme down."

"You sure?" He crouches, knees crackling, but doesn't adjust his grip. "I can do the detour, I don't mind."

"Nah, I can walk. Well, limp," he corrects, hissing as he gets his feet on the floor again. "Besides, it's the opposite direction. Let a guy keep some dignity."

Mountain chuffs out a laugh, leaning down to give Dew a quick peck. Dew gets both hands on his cheeks before he can pull away though, and that quick peck turns into a slow kiss that tastes of cinnamon gum and too many memories. Mountain's eyes look so heavy when they finally part, and Dew imagines his own look the same.

"Just text me if you change your mind," the taller ghoul says softly. "I might try to squirrel Rain away for the night. I think he might need it."

"Don't forget to put a sock on the door, Romeo," Dew quips with a wink and a wave, an attempt to lighten the mood that Mountain reaponds to with a snort, and down the hall he lumbers.

Every step is slower than it should be, and it gives him extra time to think. What should he do? What should he say? He's always had Aether to fall back on in times of loss, but now...he can't focus on that, it'll only make the tightness in his stomach worse. It doesn't help matters that, the closer he gets to Aeon's room, the more he can feel that icy energy pouring into the overwarm hall. It's worst when he's standing right in front of it, dark-stained wood and an electronic lock the only things left between them. Dew's surprised the damn thing isn't frozen over, even if this is a chill only a ghoul could feel.

Good thing he's made of fire.

With a deep breath a a quick beep, Dew lets himself into the pitch dark room - the one Aeon was meant to share with Swiss tonight, if he hadn't gotten that damn notice. Dew shivers, tucking his hands into his pockets at the frigid air bites his skin. The door clicks shut, the only light source a dull nightlight glowing from the bathroom, and it takes a few blinks for him to make out an Aeon-shaped lump on the bed nearest the window. Dew sighs, tossing his duffel on the free bed and sitting gingerly on the edge.

"Hey stardust," he says, soft and easy. "No need to pretend, I know you're awake."

Aeon doesn't answer, and Dew isn't surprised. He can see more clearly now, can see that the other ghoul has curled himself up into the tightest ball possible around one of the bed pillows. Part of Dew wants to just climb in behind him, wrap him up in his three good limbs without a word. Just silent reassurance, the kind he himself sometimes seeks when things are too much. But with how distant Aeon has been tonight - he'd even stayed on the bus instead of getting dinner - he doesn't want to risk it. Instead,

"If you want to be alone just say it," Dew mutters, unlacing his one shoe, shrugging off his jacket. "Otherwise I'm here for the night."

It's all he says, choosing instead to dig through his duffel for the painkillers he'd been given at the hospital. He shakes a couple pills into his palm, grunting as he drags himself to the bathroom. Takes the pills with a palmful of sink water, combs out his hair with his fingera, takes a leak - through it all, Aeon remains silent. Still. The knots in Dew’s stomach grow tighter.

But he doesn't push. Just heads back to the bed, setting his bag on the floor and moving to finally take the stupid boot off his stiff leg.

"Six hours and forty three minutes."

Aeon's voice barely breaks the silence, just loud enough for Dew to hear the hurt in it. He blinks over at the shape of him.

"Huh?"

Aeon doesn't so much move as he deflates, seeming to shrink before Dew's eyes.

"Six hours and forty three minutes," he repeats, jeans swishing against the duvet when he curls up even further. "Since I, uh," Aeon clears his throat, "since we met, I haven't -"

There's a pause, one that sounds a lot like a thick swallow. Then,

"Since I met Swiss, we haven't been apart for...for longer..."

"Than six hours and forty three minutes," Dew finishes for him, fishing for his phone in the pocket of his joggers. Curse the poor kid's photographic memory. "And it's been -"

"Not even eight," Aeon interrupts, with the air of someone who feels awful and absolutely ridiculous at the same time. Dew knows that one well too, but Aeon doesn't need to know it. "Not even eight fuckin' hours, Dew."

He can hear Aeon plucking at something, stitches popping on the hem of his sleeve or maybe the edge of a sheet. This time, Dew doesn't ignore the little voice in his head saying touch. He hops on one foot, scoots up onto Aeon's mattress and it's only at the last second that he pauses, with an open palm hovering over the other ghoul's hip.

"I know the feeling," he says with half a laugh, settling his hand on the bed instead. "S'like you're going insane, isn't it? Like your head's on backwards and the world is upside down?"

Silence. Dew's fingers start to itch. It goes on for too long, and for a second he worries that Aeon is going to lock up on him. The same way he did, back when -

"Why do I already miss him so much?"

Dew's stomach lurches at the words, ones that would feel so at home on his own tongue and yet still hit like a mean right hook. His hand does find Aeon's body then, warm and solid against his spine. He's so cold.

"Because love is pain, bat boy." Dew funnels syrupy warmth through the thin cotton of Aeon's tee, pours it into the pale skin hidden beneath. Aeon doesn't respond, and Dew feels a crease form between his brows. "Hey, I'm being serious here. Can you at least look at me?"

Aeon lets out a mighty huff, but Dew knows he's on the right track when the other ghoul listens. He brings that squished up pillow with him, but he turns over. Dew can see his eyes shimmering even in the dark, and he offers a gentle smile as a reward.

"There you are."

He reaches up, tucks a chunk of hair behind Aeon's pointed ear. Cups his cheek after, just enough to let him feel that cozy heat. Aeon sighs, burying his face into his pillow and looking up at Dew with something between hesitancy and expectation.

"Did..." he chews his lip where Dew can see it, but he's learned how the kid's face scrunches up when he does it. He hears fabric shift, watches Aeon move one hand to his own chest. Right over his heart. "...did it hurt this much when it happened to you?"

So much pain carried in so few words, so much longing that Dew's own heart aches. A flash of memory makes his throat tight, but this isn't about him. This is about Aeon. A long moment passes, heavy and silent, and at long last Dew sighs. He gestures at the bed, and after another breath or two Aeon nods.

"Did I ever tell you -" he murmurs, getting his good leg under him and laying on his side. Propping his head up on an elbow so he can look down at the other ghoul. "- about our first show after Aether retired?"

Aeon shakes his head, and Dew's free hand finds his arm. Rubs a slow back-and-forth while Dew takes a deep breath.

"I was a fuckin' mess," he confesses, thumb swiping under Aeon's sleeve. "Angry, bitter, lonely...didn't matter that everyone else was there, didn't matter that they'd all been around for years. I felt...betrayed, I think is the word? Maybe. I dunno, but it fuckin' sucked is the point."

Aeon blinks at him, and Dew feels him slowly stretch his legs out. Their knees touch, and Dew carefully laces his good leg between both of Aeon's, bleeding heat there too. The air around them has already started to warm, and Dew takes that as a good sign.

"I was an ass to everyone and I have no problem admitting it," he continues, feeling the fingers Aeon had dug into the pillow between them begin to fiddle with his shirt instead. "Because, no matter who was there, Aether wasn't. And I didn't know how to deal."

"I don't remember you being a jerk," Aeon murmurs, and Dew barks out a laugh so sudden it jostles the bed.

"Aeon, I didn't even talk to you first the first two weeks of that tour."

He can practically see the kid blush, even in the dark.

"...oh," comes his sheepish response, and Dew can't help his smile. Just for a second.

"Anger isn't always loud," he says, and the hand on Aeon's arm drifts up towards his face. Long fingers stroking his brow. "And you don't have to be quiet because you're sad. You aren't alone, y'know."

Aeon stares at him for a long, long while. Probably not for as long as Dew thinks he does, but the steady eye contact makes everything feel slower. He can hear every breath they share, the subtle crackle of Aeon's quintessence, the dull thud of someone walking down the hallway. It's all so distant, so distorted, and for a heartbeat the sparkle in Aeon's eyes makes Dew think he's about to be shoved from the bed.

The pillow dividing them sails over him, thuds against the wall, and before Dew knows what's happening he's got a chestful of Aeon. Hands fisted in his shirt, his face buried between them, and Dew wastes no time in wrapping him up in both arms. Pouring as much heat into the poor ghoul's quivering form as he can, combating the cage of ice no doubt working to encase his heart.

"I just...I miss him so much."

"I know, bug." He drops a kiss in Aeon's mussed curls. "I know."

He can feel the moment Aeon breaks, the exact second his paper-thin shield shatters and everything comes pouring out. The tears soak into his shirt, the sound of his sobs muffled by Dew's chest, and all the little ghoul can do is hold him tight and let it happen.

Slowly, the knots in his stomach untie. With every heaved breath and shuddering cry, Dew holds him tighter. Rubs Aeon's back and hums against the top of his head, the way he remembers a certain multi ghoul did for him back in those first days without Aether. He sucks in a deep breath to fight the pressure suddenly building behind his own eyes, and shoves his face into Aeon's hair to distract himself. This isn't about him, after all.

It's a long while before Aeon calms, before his breathing evens out and the fine tremors wracking his surely exhausted body wear off. He's reduced to sniffles now, stuffy-nosed but considerably looser than he has been for the past couple of days. Dew pulls back, just enough to look down at the top of his head.

"You okay?"

It takes a beat, but Aeon nods.

"D'you want me to stay or -"

"Please don't go!" Aeon blurts, looking up at him with wide, puffy eyes. "Dew, you...please, I don't -"

"It's okay," he assures, giving the other ghoul a tight squeeze. "I was planning on staying no matter what you said."

Dew shrugs, gives Aeon a wink, and the tiny, soft smile he gets in return is worth every soaked inch of his shirt. Aeon yawns then, sudden and deep, and he snuggles in close. Dew reaches over to grab the corner of the duvet, dragging it over them burrito style.

"Get some sleep, kid." He presses a soft kiss to Aeon's forehead. "You've earned it."

"But what if -"

"No buts." Dew lets go just long enough to fix a pillow under his neck, gathering him back up easily. "I'll wake you if he calls, I promise." Aeon gives him an owlish blink.

"Wait, how did -"

"Shush, bat boy." Dew bumps their foreheads together. "And sleep."

Aeon doesn't argue further, just smushes his face back into Dew's chest and huffs out an exhausted sound. He nods, says something Dew can't quite make out, and in no time at all his deep breaths morph into soft snores.

It's only then that Dew lets the memory from earlier rear its head.

One of a similar shared room, but filled with a lot more shredded curtains and bloodied sheets. Dew hadn't wanted a soft touch, and Swiss hadn't given it to him. Instead, he'd given him a place to funnel all that pent up frustration, all the misplaced aggression he'd just never known where to put. He wasn't mad at Aether, never had been. Wasn't mad at Copia for approving the retirement either. He was just...alone. For the first time since he'd met Aether, Dew had been without him. Somehow, Swiss had known exactly what he needed. A few choice words were all it took, and after beating the ever-loving shit out of one another Dew remembers crying it out just like Aeon did tonight. Loud and gross and unrestrained, and wrapped in a cage of Swiss' strong arms.

"Gonna miss you, asshole," Dew whispers into the dark, a sniffle not far behind. He looks at the one crack in the heavy curtains, watching the stars sparkling in the midnight sky. "Gonna fuckin' miss you."

His own tears track silently down his cheeks, and Dew holds Aeon so very tight.

[ghoul-slime]

Ok, but how about Dr. Aether performing hole inspections on all the ghouls returning home from the first leg of tour. He slips on a pair of gloves and is very pleased to find that of all the ghouls, Dew is still nice and tight - just as tight as the day he left, in fact.

Phantom, on the other hand, not so much. He slides a finger inside and is surprised to find him wet and loose. His little bug has clearly been very well-used throughout the tour. And Phantom, sitting there with his legs in the stirrups, completely bare from the waist down, is red-faced and blushing and so very ashamed. He’s sure that Aether is disappointed in him, that he’s going to scold him and tell him that he’s completely let them all down with his bad behavior.

But instead, Aether slips two more fingers inside and tells him what a good boy he’s been. How proud of him he is for clearly servicing their pack so well and so often throughout a long, hard tour. And now, Phantom is lightheaded and blushing at Aether’s praise, so, so proud of himself for doing such a good job. In fact, he’s done such a good job that Aether rewards him with another nice, big cock up his ass right then and there.

[nihildenial]

the ghouls are very interesting because they refuse to run on a treadmill (swiss says its too bouncy, sunny hates the noise, and the frequency of the electricity bothers phantom) so copia had to literally buy a human sized hamster wheel.

however, because of mountain and aether's large stride length, it had to be XXL large so the ghouls could run on all fours.

so the only place to put it...is in the main sanctuary:

"Blessed Dark Lord, today we raise our sins as an offering--"

*squeak squeak squeak*

Phantom scuttles on the giant wheel on the far side of the room, but the acoustics of the nave only amplify the sounds.

Copia sighs and continues on, reraising his incense burner. A sibling giggles, but everyone in the pews looks back at their unholy bibles.

"We give our sins as an offering for the deconsecration of this unholy cathedral that we call home. Let us be cursed by happiness, embraced by community, and--"

*squeak squeak THUMP thump-thump*

Everyone turns to see that Phantom lost his momentum and was forcefully tumbled around like an armadillo caught in a hurricane. He sits up, smiles brightly and starts to run on the wheel again.

[ghuleh-recs]

swiss keeping his man (re: actual puppy) in line.

[iamthecomet]

Phantom/Aeon and Cirrus like to roleplay and they especially like when Cirrus is a sweet innocent sister of sin confessing her feelings of lust

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."

UH HUH OK YEAH I CAN WORK WITH THIS. I leaned a little more toward them roleplaying actual christianity for this one--because why not. Also, please more Cirrus/Aeon they're so fun.

700ish words of blasphemy and heresy, under the cut.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."

Aeon tries not to shudder. Tries not to move as Cirrus sinks to her knees in front of him. Borrowed sibling of sin robe pooling onto the floor as she settles. Her hands fall onto her thighs, draped in miles of silky black fabric. Aeon tries not to think about the way it will feel to touch her--he fails. The collar feels tight. How do priests do this? Right, they don't feel desire like this, or at least they aren't supposed to. This, is certainly, not what the catholic church had in mind when they created confession.

Aeon swallows, his mouth dry, as Cirrus peers up at him from under her veil. Gray eyes softer than he's used to, wide, innocent, an act that Aeon can't help but buy. Aeon almost forgets his line--his role. He's too preoccupied with Cirrus--who can blame him really? Even in a shapeless robe she's immaculate. She finds a way to make everything sensual. Aeon peers down at her, tilts his head, tries to appear thoughtful--merciful--disappointed. "Go on then," he says, waving a hand at her. Feigning disinterest. Cirrus looks up at him, blinks big wide eyes and Aeon's cock stirs underneath the black robes he stole out of Copia's wardrobe. "I've had...lustful thoughts." "Have you? About what?" Cirrus inches closer, close enough to touch. One warm palm finds its way to Aeon's thigh, too high to be casual. He jolts, eyes threatening to flutter closed. Gone already and all she's done is look at him. "I--oh Father it's embarassing." Cirrus' voice is all wrong like this. Breathy. Sweet. Aeon falls into it, lets himself be carried away by her innocence--by his desire to divest her of it. "I cannot absolve you if you don't tell me." She looks at her knees, the hand on his thigh drops away and Aeon mourns it. He catches her fallen hand in both of his, pins it, warm and soft between his calloused palms. "Let me help you," he whispers and is rewarded by the shudder that rolls through Cirrus' body. Her fingers twitch in his. "Well, it's....it's about you, Father." "About me?" Aeon raises his eyebrows, his head tilts deeper. "What about me?" Cirrus meets his eyes--and for a moment Aeon swears he sees the real her, the predator. It's gone in a flash, replaced by uncertainty, innocence, desire. "Well--Father--I--" she hitches closer. Her free hand finds his robes again, seeking to part them in the middle, searching for a hem. Aeon lets her. "Maybe it would be better if you showed me?" He says, voice low, dipping toward gravel, the game dissolving around him as he lowers her trapped hand and places it over his cock, already hard and aching, beneath the robes. Cirrus gasps, makes to pull away but Aeon holds her firm. Her fingers squeeze around him and he hisses, bucking up toward her hand, trying to keep a hold on his role and how good it feels for her to touch him like this. "I've had the same thoughts," he continues. "I've seen you--the way you look at me. I've thought of you too. I've thought of making your penance into pleasure. I've wanted to--I--" Cirrus squeezes and Aeon swears, character breaking. Fuck, how does anyone do this well? How can you play a priest while getting jacked off? Cirrus' fingers break free of his and then both her hands are under his robes, finding flesh. He's hot and so hard his stomach aches. When she drags her palm over the head of his cock she finds it sticky. She licks her lips, Aeon can't take his eyes away from the path of her tongue, the sweep of it. "I want--give me your mouth--please." Cirrus grins, predator back for a little longer this time, a breath that Aeon thinks must last a lifetime. "Is that my penance?" She asks sweetly, already hiking the robes up with one hand while the other circles his cock. Aeon's head drops back eyes fluttering closed.

He searches his brain for the right thing--for something in character--anything he can say. Her breath fans out over his cock and he groans with it. It kicks in her hand, pre dribbling out to leak down and over her knuckles. "Swallow what I give you," he settles on, each word a struggle. "and you will be absolved." He feels Cirrus' smile against the head of his cock just before her tongue darts out to lap at another bead of pre.

"Amen," she whispers.

[whatwhywhowherewhen]

SVSSS au in which in denial trans woman Shen Yuan transmigrates into a not medically but very much always has been socially transitioned trans man Shen Qingqiu. Shen Yuan internalized transphobia double reach-arounds him(...her?)self into coming out to all the Peak Lords and the sect and the cultivation world because "he" (she?) can't just not reveal the Scum Villain was a woman all along?! What a plot twist that is definitely the most important and relevant thing.... she... is meant to discover. System: *side eyes*

They do not have transphobia in PIDW, but the only person who knows Shen Qingqiu isn't cis is Yue Qingyuan. The Peak Lords all think Shen Qingqiu has just come out as a trans woman, and are mostly just surprised Shen Qingqiu has a gender that isn't Rage and Spite. Yue Qingyuan is surprised Xiao Jiu has switched genders??? Somehow?? Qi divinations can do that now???? Mu Qingfang is surprised when Shen Qingqiu refuses the Ever Blossoming Transformation Peony on the basis of "of course not! Haven't I already said I have one of... those things..." and now neither Mu Qingfang or Shen Yuan have any idea what conversation they're having

Shen Yuan expects this to massively change the plot, and is actually prepared when Binghe goes goo-goo eyed. However, she fully believes she will be a plot-relevant but mostly ignored redeemed villain wife, and is still shocked when Binghe is heartbroken and pleading rather than just betrayed and seductive. "Binghe why do you care more about this old crone than all the pretty little sisters vying for your attention huh?!?! And if you want me so bad why am I still in the dungeon!?" The treatment (which she doesn't know is how Binghe acts when actually hurt and caring about a person rather than just wanting to win) leads her to fear she might have imagined Binghe's feelings and have an angst session about it, leading to the escape attempt and the self-sacrifice

She also has to contend with sexism and heteronormativity in the trial. Every motivation is attributed to romance and irrationality. Shen Qingqiu is being accused of being in love with Qiu Jianluo and murdering him out of jealousy when she was engaged to Qiu Haitang instead. Shen Yuan: "that doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about Shen Jiu to argue"

During the years when Binghe's in the abyss, Yue Qingyuan tries to talk to her about what she's comfortable with now compared to before the "qi divination", during which she gets the big hint that Shen Jiu was not, in fact, secretly a woman. Confirmation comes from a chaotic and mutually politically incorrect conversation with Shang Qinghua (tentatively, he would be a trans man in his first life who was happy with his gender presentation, but cis in the second. He feels weird about it and is on his own journey to realize gender identity and presentation do not have to match up to societal expectations. He/him gender-exploring queen.)

Shen Yuan, rather than having to accept being gay with and for the protagonist, has to accept that she is a woman even though the Scum Villain wasn't. She still grows a mushroom body with Shang Qinghua, meant to look like "Shen Yuan The Boy", in order to get back to her "real" gender (and escape all the awkwardness of Being Perceived, both as Shen Jiu (oof) and as a woman (which she really is? Isn't? Can't be??? (...always was?))). As "peerles cucumber", she then has to accept it doesn't feel right anymore, and with some deeper reflection maybe never did (but that's just because [excuse excuse excuse]!!!). Anyway she willingly returns to the Shen Qingqiu body to live as a woman, peak lord, and the only wife of Luo Binghe. The end is just her beginning.

All this chaos and Shen Jiu is just in the modern world staring at the "Peerless Cucumber" like "...nice"

[shelbyshoe]

Take a Walk With Me

Aeon Fluff Week Day Five: Domestic Morning

Leon and Ada retire to a charming harbor town. He has a day off from his job at the docks and takes advantage of the time he has with Ada, far away from the rest of the world, where they can finally grow old together and live in peace.

AO3

[tinyluvs]

something about phantom being so obsessed with his pretty cunt and constantly begging swiss to pay him some attention, just until swiss is trained well enough to start playing with him absentmindedly, without phantom having to ask for him for it

something about swiss brushing his fingertips over phantom’s fat little clit, swirling through the puddle of slick pooling in his tight little hole before dipping in, all without realising what he’s doing. always using phantom like his own personal fidget toy

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

[link]

some outfit ideas I have written/plan to write in my aeon au fic i'll hopefully start posting soon

(i'll also update with the fic here if you happen to stumble onto this before finding the fic)

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 25: Idiots in Love

Mushy May put together by the lovely @forlorn-crows <3

Rain tries to make Dew recognize his feelings for the new bug. Dew, of course, is too stubborn to accept it. No warnings, 500 words.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

“You like the bug, don’t you, Dew?” Rain teases, running long fingers through Dew’s copper hair. The fire ghoul scowls, settling into Rain’s arms with a huff.

“No, I fucking don’t. Knock it off or I won’t warm your hands for you ever again,” Dew snaps.

Rain makes a wounded noise, fingers conveniently finding a knot in Dew’s hair and tugging. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” Dew says, hissing, though they both know he’s lying. They’re tucked into Rain’s bunk, feeling the bus move under them, listening to most of their packmates talking in the kitchenette, in the main bedroom in the back. Rain had pulled him aside for an afternoon, pre-Ritual nap.

“You know I’ve seen the way you look at Aeon, though,” Rain prods, smiling smugly. “I heard you inviting them into your bunk last night.”

Dew rolls his eyes, even as Rain sweeps his hair back into a soft braid. “Little freak had a nightmare. I’m one of the only ghouls who fits in a bunk with them. It is not what you think.”

Rain raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “Okayyyy,” he trails off. “Whatever you say, Dewey. I saw how you were in the greenroom last night. Took their makeup off for them. That was awful sweet of you.”

“Aeon cut their finger on a string and didn’t get all the greasepaint off. Copia would have had their head if they stained anything and we can’t exactly get a new quint ghoul in the middle of fucking nowhere. Unless we got Aether or Meg,” Dew explains, picking at a hangnail as he curls into Rain’s arms.

“Another point in their favor,” Rain says, threading his hands into Dew’s own, stopping him from pulling the hangnail. “You’d do anything to get Aeth here, and you didn’t, for Aeon.”

“Okay. Too far,” Dew says quietly. “’M done.” Rain nods, pulling Dew into his chest.

“Sorry,” Rain whispers, real and soft.

“I know you didn’t mean it like that,” Dew shrugs, but Rain nuzzles into his hair anyways, avoiding the obsidian spikes of his horns. Breathes in the scent of cinnamon and campfire and… blackberry?

Rain smiles into the crown of Dew’s head, curling his tail around him. “Dewey,” he whispers, and Rain feels more than hears the groan Dew lets out into his chest.

“I don’t like them like that, knock it off.”

“Was just gonna say you smell like them,” Rain whispers, rubbing a big hand up and down Dew’s spine.

“I have taste.” Dew complains weakly. “I don’t like them like that.”

“Sure thing. We’ll see how the two of you play on stage tonight, and then we can talk. Wonder if you’ll lean over them when they get on their knees or bend over backwards for you.” Rain laughs. “But for now, naptime?”

“You’re so fucking lucky I love you, froggy,” Dew mumbles, hunkering down between Rain and the wall of the bunk.

“I love you too, Dewey,” Rain coos, wrapping his arms around him and following him to sleep.