#aeon week

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

@aeonweek day 4 - actors AU

i just recently watched this because i heard it had aeon vibes and i kinda got it??? but either way i loved the poster so hehehe

tag list @aeonloves @a-phantoms-shadow @fleurdelily @kittenslady @maristarfish @cutecherrykisses @poisonarrow98

[danganphobia]

i'm a (broken rose)

“You must be the lead,” Leon said with a small smile, sticking out his hand. “Ada.” Even the way her name rolled off his tongue sounded good. A name that would sound better as a moan. Pretty lips that would look good between her thighs. Bad, Ada, she scolded herself. Focus. “Yeah.” Ada answered, just as serene. Almost protective, even, the way all her friends greeted him without any preamble. Usually she thought that her supposed “leader of the house” status was unnecessary at times — but now, well, it made her feel empowered that Leon was singling her out since he himself knew she was the head bitch in charge running the show here. And all Ada had to do was glance at his hand and back up at Leon, not moving her arms from where they were folded at her chest. Leon removed his hand, letting it fall to his side. “I’m Leon." He said. “I already know who you are,” Ada replied dismissively, walking past him.

In which Ada decides that maybe a bodyguard following the band around wouldn't be a bad idea, until she ends up falling for him.

rated e. 21k. written for day 7 of @aeonweek: free day. band au (bodyguard leon x rockstar ada). fanart commissioned by @im-areth!

read on ao3.

[aeonweek]

Aeon Week may be over, but there has been so much love and support last week and beautiful creations you've all put such hard work in. As announced on twitter, Aeon Week will definitely be returning in 2024 October! But late entries starting from here on out will be shared to both platforms.

Thank you to everyone for your participation!

[coffeeghoulie]

aeon sends swiss a photo of their hand (with the finger tape on) wrapped around their dick and swiss nearly passes out send tweet

had too many thoughts about this and made it a 2k fic. I’m not sorry.

contains blowjobs, a facial, aeon being a Menace, Swiss being Down Bad, and Mountain ever "suffering" for his horny packmates.

tagging @belle--ofthebrawl for a completed wip wednesday fic.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

He’s expecting a text from Rain, something about uniform fittings and practices and the sort, so when Swiss’s phone buzzes in his back pocket, he wipes the dirt from his fingers on the apron he’s loaned from Mountain and picks it up without question.

It’s not Rain.

Instead, Swiss feels his throat catch just at the tiny thumbnail of the attached image.

Insect: got something for you for when you’re done with mount <3

Swiss swallows hard, heat blooming at the base of his spine from just the suggestion. Eyes locked onto the high contrast of black against skin. He’s rooted to the spot just like the young tomato plants he’s been helping Mountain repot.

“I- Mount, something came up,” Swiss says, not taking his eyes away from his phone screen. He hasn’t even opened the message yet, just staring at the notification on his lockscreen. “’M sorry to bail-”

The earth ghoul chuckles. Swiss jolts, turns to face him. There’s a knowing smirk written across his face, tail swishing good-naturedly behind him. “I can handle the rest of them,” he laughs. “Go on, then.”

“Thanks,” he says, all of the blood in his body rushing southward as he starts to leave, yelping as Mountain’s tail playfully smacks his ass as he goes. Grumbling lightheartedly, Swiss turns and rushes out of the greenhouse and back towards the Abbey.

Along the way, he realizes he should probably at least open Aeon’s message and not just leave them on delivered. Figure out what exactly he’s rushing into. Because while the thumbnail of the image gave him a pretty fucking good idea, he knows it pales to the full glory of the whole image.

He tucks himself into an alcove in the hall leading to the ghoul wing, turns the brightness on his phone down enough he’s not going to give himself away. Unlocks his phone and opens their message.

“Fuck,” he groans, bringing his hand up to his mouth to muffle the sound. His cock throbs hard against his zipper, pressure growing and fast, and he sinks his fangs into the meat of his palm.

Aeon’s got their hand curled around their cock, hard and ruddy against the pale lavender skin of their fingers. The black tape they wear during Rituals is wrapped around the first knuckle of their ring and pointer finger, the contrast sharp and severe. The tape catches the light from the flash of their phone the exact same way that the pearl of precum bubbling from their tip does. He notices his own bedspread under the creamy skin of their thighs, mouth watering at the thought of sinking his teeth into the delicate skin there.

Swiss swallows hard. He locks his phone after pressing the little star at the bottom of the screen. “Fucking- Lucifer, buggy,” he mumbles to himself, running a hand over his locs and pushing them from his face. “Trying to give me a fucking heart attack, I swear to Satan-”

He tries desperately to compose himself; while this may be a church of sin, there’s still something that feels a little crass about walking around with a boner visible from space. Smooths his hands down the front of his shirt, shuts his eyes and takes a breath. Though, above all else, Swiss does not want to keep his buggy waiting.

He doesn’t run the rest of the way to the ghoul wing but it is a very close thing. Dew greets him groggily from where he’s sprawled out on top of Aether, the pair napping on the common room couch, but Swiss can barely hear him over the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. He says hello, doesn’t even look over as he rushes down the hallway. Of course the door he wants is at the very end of the hall, and he growls a little under his breath at the slightest frustration.

The door is unlocked. The scent and sight of what’s waiting for him inside his own room both hit him at once like running straight into a brick wall.

Aeon’s laid out on his bed, wearing nothing but that black tape and the little silver earrings they always have in. One hand wrapped around their cock, painfully hard by the looks of it, the other tucked under their head. The rich scent of ozone and sweet blackberry hits him too, projecting smug arousal with pure force. The others must be able to smell it-

Aeon is his. They sent that picture to him. Swiss growls at the thought of the others seeing this.

Aeon turns languidly to take him in. “You sure got here fast,” they tease, giving themself a lazy stroke that they both know gives them no real pleasure. Too loose, all for show. “Thought you were helping Mounty in the greenhouse today?”

Swiss opens his mouth to throw their teasing tone right back at them, but finds himself unable to do much more than stammer. “He- He was just finishin’ up, bug.”

They raise an eyebrow in a near perfect arch, a laugh that sounds like a scoff ringing through Swiss’s skull. “Okay then, whatever you say, big guy,” they laugh. “I see you liked your gift.”

Swiss takes two steps towards the bed, their scent just getting stronger with every inch closer he gets to Aeon. “Liked it?” he says, swallowing hard as his mouth waters. Aeon squeezes around the base of their cock, another drip of precum spilling over the flare of their tip. Their eyes flutter for just a moment, teeth digging into their bottom lip and Swiss feels his cock kick, still trapped behind two layers of ever tightening fabric. “Buggy, baby, I don’t know if you know just how crazy you make me.”

“I know,” Aeon says, mismatched eyes bright even dilated dark with lust like this. Swiss wonders how long they’d been going before they decided to take a picture. ‘Believe me, I know. Could smell you the moment you walked into the den.”

Swiss groans, knees buckling. He makes it the rest of the way to the edge of the bed. His fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and caress the miles of smooth, lavender splotched skin on display. But he waits, meeting Aeon’s eyes.

“I’m yours, bug,” he says, flashing a boyish smile that Aeon eagerly returns. “Anything you want of me. Name it and it’s yours.”

Aeon runs the hand not loosely holding their dick through their hair, pushing their white forelock back. A little furrow forms in their brow, lips pursed in a pantomime of deep thought. Swiss and Aeon both know better though. Aeon wants, and Aeon hasn’t been shy about what they want for a very long time.

“I want your mouth on me,” they say, letting skinny thighs fall open, and they laugh as Swiss swallows, saliva flooding his mouth.

Swiss just smiles after he manages to compose himself some. “As my darling mate requests,” he says, finally allowing himself to reach forward and touch. The skin of Aeon’s thighs is soft and pale, and the flesh dimples as Swiss tightens his grip and pulls.

Aeon yelps, breaking into startled laughter as Swiss manhandles them how he’d like. Their ass just barely rests on the edge of the bed, and Swiss holds their legs open as he sinks fluidly to his knees. He doesn’t break eye contact the entire time.

Swiss sets one thigh and then the other over his shoulders, leans in to rub his cheek against their inner thigh. Aeon’s breath hitches, cock twitching as his stubble catches. “Smell so good, buggy,” he purrs, turning to nip at that spot until a dark bruise starts to bloom. Were he feeling a little more possessive, that bruise would have been a ring of toothmarks, a perfect print. But he’s content with this, scentdrunk after only a few moments.

Aeon, however, is not content. They huff, sitting up a little. Spindly fingers run through his braids. The edges of the tape, still a little tacky, catch a little on his hair. His attention flies back up to their face. “’M sure I taste better,” they say, guiding him to where they need him.

Swiss is happy to oblige. “Feed it to me, baby,” he says, letting his mouth fall open.

Aeon groans like they’ve been punched in the gut. Swiss’s cock throbs hard in time with his hammering pulse. He ignores it as Aeon wraps a hand around their shaft, so close that Swiss can almost taste them already.

They meet eyes as Aeon rests their tip on the flat of Swiss’s tongue. Pushes in until his nose presses against the sparse patch of hair between their thighs. He gags a little as the tip nestles into his throat, but he swallows around it just to draw another sweet noise from his mate’s lips.

“Fuck yes,” they groan, head lolling back as their fingers tighten in his hair. He swallows again, watching Aeon’s expression morph from mild impatience to sheer pleasure. “Love your fucking mouth.”

Swiss smiles the best he can with a mouthful of cock. He’s had a lot of practice doing so. His hands come up, worming their way under Aeon’s ass until he can get two good handfuls of fat and flesh.

He wants Aeon deeper. Needs them closer, needs them inside him so far that they tangle into one ghoul. He pushes their hips closer even though his lips are already sealed around the root of their cock, their balls pressed taut and tight against his chin. Precum drips straight down his throat as their dick twitches, and Swiss moans at the sensation, vibrating along sensitive skin.

Aeon’s fingers flex and tense in his hair, blunted claws scratching lightly at his scalp. Their hips buck, fucking their cock just the tiniest bit deeper down his throat until they physically can’t go any farther. “Lucifer, Swiss, baby,” they groan, a babbling mess. “Needed you so bad,” they admit. “Was gonna just get off but I wanted you.”

Swiss wants to respond with words, with “You have me” or “I’m here” or just “I love you,” but he’s admittedly too selfish to pull off of their cock to actually say them. He breathes deep through his nose, just getting drunker on their scent, and swallows again, keeping his eyes on theirs. Tears run down his cheeks as he fights what little gag reflex he has left.

It doesn’t take much longer, Aeon already so worked up from teasing themself for Lucifer knows how long. Their fingers tighten in Swiss’s hair almost to the point of real pain. He lets them pull him off of their dick, coughing a couple times. His chin is sopping wet with drool, their cock just as shiny with spit and pre.

“Baby?” he rasps, looking for anything in their expression. Worry seeps into his scent.

Aeon sits up, one hand still tight in Swiss’s braids, holding him in place. Their other flies to their spit-slick dick, jerking it furiously. “You- fuck- you mark me all the time, makin’ me yours and shit,” they huff, narrow chest heaving as they pant. “My turn.”

Aeon growls, and a bolt of pure heat shoots straight to Swiss’s neglected dick. It twitches hard, and he’s suddenly worried he’s about to cum just from having his throat fucked. But he can’t look away from their hand flying on their cock, eyes crossing as he tries to follow a single piece of tape. It’s a blur of motion against ruddy skin.

“Gonna fucking paint you,” Aeon groans. Swiss can see the way their balls draw up against their body. Without being told, he opens his mouth, lolls out his tongue. Doesn’t even look at their perfect cock or their perfect hands. Locks his eyes to theirs.

“Give it to me,” he whispers, soft and gentle like he hadn’t just been deepthroating them. “Cum f’r me, buggy.”

Aeon’s mouth falls open in a silent cry, eyes squeezing shut. Their body tenses, and relaxes, and tenses again. Swiss doesn’t flinch as the first rope of cum hits him, splatters thick and fire ghoul-hot between his eyes and over the bridge of his nose. The next one hits his cheek, the third catching in his eyebrow and starting to drip down.

Aeon’s hand never stops working their cock, and they find their voice with a low, panting moan. Their chest heaves as they aim their dick lower yet, and the next pulse stripes right over Swiss’s lips and tongue.

He moans as they paint him with their taste, rich and salty and bitter and perfect. He relaxes even as it pulls at the deathgrip Aeon has on his hair. He doesn’t swallow, not yet, holds himself there with the evidence of Aeon’s pleasure painted all over his face. Just stares up at his mate and watches them work through their long overdue orgasm.

When Aeon finally comes down, they ease their grip on Swiss’s hair. “Fuck, baby,” they laugh, still a little breathless. “Look so good covered in me.”

Swiss chuffs happily. Every sense is reduced to just Aeon, their taste, touch, scent, the sight and sound of them burnt into his brain. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he asks, fingers smoothing down the backs of their thighs. His voice sounds completely shot to his own ears. At least he doesn’t have to sing anytime soon. “This what you wanted when you sent me that picture?”

Aeon throws their head back and laughs, and Swiss wouldn’t trade this for anything. “This was better than anything I could have wanted.”

“You know I aim to please,” he says, some of his normal confidence seeping back into his tone.

“You always do,” Aeon shrugs. They reach down for Swiss’s hands, helping him up off of his knees. If Swiss struggles to get up for a moment, neither of them mention it. Aeon arranges him laying next to them, eyes still locked onto the mess they’d made of him. “Now, baby. Let me return the favor.”

[yasssarts]

The Darkest Star :: Aeon Angst Week

Based on the song The Darkest Star by Depeche Mode

[haunted-girlyy]

Week 1

As you can see, Rain obviously didn't cope well with not being the nice ghoul of the week...

Check here for Week 2

[forlorn-crows]

𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 11: 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒎

pairing(s): aeon/swiss words: 1619

Swiss mouths at him, pressing his full lips right over the pretty bow that adorns the bulge in his panties. A simple pair Cirrus had bought for him: dark blue with a blush pink bow, silky to the touch with a small line of lace trim around the waistband. Immediately boner-inducing the moment he’d slipped them on, and every time since. 

“Such a cute little thing, baby,” he mumbles against Aeon’s chubbed cock. “So perfect under these little panties.”

Aeon bites his lip. Rucks his shirt up a bit higher, exposing the tiny line of happy trail over his navel. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Swiss rumbles. He smooths over that hair, watching goosebumps rise as he pets. “Should wear these more often. Keep that cock nice and snug.” 

It twitches at his words, quickly working its way to fully erect. Never able to stay even a little soft around Swiss. 

“Oh, it likes that idea, baby. Should’ve tucked it between your thighs before you got hard so it could pop out from between them.” He gets an almost wistful look on his face then, clearly picturing it—how he’d see the drip of pre against the inside of his thighs before the shaft plumped up, pulling tighter and tighter until his legs could no longer hold the sticky head hostage. 

It puts a different sort of picture in Aeon’s mind. And he just can’t keep it to himself.

He bites his tongue, the sweet lilac tip poking out between his pearly teeth. Aeon wriggles, pulling his shirt a little higher, exposing tummy. “Don’t you think I’d make a pretty girl, Swiss?” he muses.

Swiss grins, predatory. Clearly, he was picturing the same: a smaller thing growing plump between skin that isn’t his thighs. Panties concealing a creamy slit instead of the ridge of his cock. It takes no convincing at all on Aeon’s end to get Swiss on board the fantasy that’s rapidly taking off between them.

“The prettiest girl, baby,” the multi agrees. His hands pet at the soft hair on Aeon’s thighs, tongue darting out to lick at him again. When he pulls back again, there’s a spot of precum soaked into the silk along with his spit. “Fuck. I’d eat you out for hours. Worship that pretty pussy like it deserves.”

Aeon hums, walking his fingers down his dappled happy trail. “Would you?”

A pause. Aeon’s eyes flick between his mouth and the wet spot, and Swiss has to huff a laugh. “Would I what?” He catches that gaze, sly and knowing. 

Aeon’s eyes sparkle as he looks down at Swiss. He raises an eyebrow and pokes his tongue between his teeth again, cocking his head coquettishly. He spreads his legs, careful to keep himself contained within the small stretch of fabric. He trails the hand playing with the hem of his shirt down to his crotch instead and spreads his pointer and middle finger over top of his shaft. Parting the digits as if parting folds, the vee of them framing the head of his cock—his clit—which stands in aching relief beneath the fabric.

“Eat me out,” he says simply, “like a girl.”

Swiss groans long and low, immediately pressing his nose in between Aeon’s fingers. The swell of his cockhead nuzzles into the bridge of it as he scents him with great flourish. Shoving his nose as deep as it will go into the dampened fabric, rubbing the tip of it and his parted lips up and down the line of his dick. 

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he rumbles, warm eyes sparkling with mischief as he looks up through dark lashes, “if you’re a good girl for me.”

Aeon’s breath hitches. “Over the panties?” His voice is hushed, sharp, eager—like he’s sharing a secret he shouldn’t be. “Could get me so wet.”

The multi ghoul pulls back and gives a pointed look at the darkened fabric between Aeon’s fingers. “Already pretty wet, sweetheart,” Swiss comments, swirling the tip of his tongue over the imprint of Aeon’s slit. 

The sensation of the warm, wet silk rubbing over the frenulum makes his eyes unfocus, rolling back into his head with a wanton moan.

“Yeah, baby? Like when I kiss it?”

“Fu-huh-uck, more, please; more,” he half laughs half groans. “Feels good.”

“Move that hand, lemme do all the work. That’s it, that’s my girl.” Swiss guides Aeon’s hand to rest back on his stomach, hem of his shirt catching between his fingers as it draws upward. “Want me to suck on this pretty clit, don't you? Fuck, look how fat it is for me—”

Aeon keens as Swiss’ mouth returns, this time to suck. His thighs twitch under the multi-ghoul’s hands. Muscles jumping and trying to close. Whether to keep Swiss in or squeeze him out, he doesn’t have enough brain power to decipher. As soon as that talented tongue swirls around the tip of his cock, all coherent thought fizzles out.

“Shit, Swiss,” he curses. Aeon grabs a handful of his locs and grinds up into his mouth. “Yes, that’s—yeah.”

“Yeah? That the spot?” Swiss goads. 

Aeon nods, keening again as the multi ghoul sucks again. “T-tell me how it tastes . . . how my pussy tastes,” he groans.

“Sinful, baby,” Swiss rumbles against him. “Just throbbing for this, isn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

“So full; just fuckin’ begging to be touched and sucked.” 

“Fuck yeah, suck i-i-i-it.”

Swiss chuckles as he swirls around the head of his cock, around and around until the fabric soaks all the way through. He presses the flat of his tongue to the slit and wiggles it back and forth. Teasing before closing his mouth around it once more. Aeon can’t contain the lavish moan that escapes his throat, so instantly sensitive that he can’t help but buck his hips and toss his head against the sheets. 

“Easy,” the multi ghoul hushes him. He pushes a firm hand into Aeon’s stomach, stilling his eager hips. “There ya go, good girl. Try to keep ‘em still for me.”

Aeon bites his lip. “Making my—” Swiss sucks hard and his jaw drops, eyes rolling back. “Ssshhit, making my clit so hard.”

“‘N wet,” Swiss mumbles. “You’re cunt wet, too?”

Swiss slides his hand down the front of the panties, fingers poised like they could go . . .  inside. Instead, he presses over the ridge of his balls and tucks them under, curling his fingers up and into his taint as he takes the head into his mouth again. 

“Fuck—!” Aeon can feel a fat glob of pre soak into the underwear and smear over Swiss’ tongue. “Oh, finger me, put ‘em in deep.” 

That’s right, Swiss presses into his mind, the rich timbre of his voice rumbling through his brain. Lemme hear how good it feels. 

Aeon groans. He really should have known better. “Lucifer, you’re going to kill me.”

He loses track of himself, then. Gets lost in the firm press of Swiss’ fingers, petting at his prostate from the outside in; in the suction of his lips and tongue as they work over his soaked cockhead, the texture of the silk only adding to his rapidly crumbling resolve; and, in the way Swiss gets into it, gripping his thigh to keep him spread, pulling his fingers from underneath his balls to spread his saliva and pre over the tip as if it were slick, moaning into his crotch like he really has a mouthful of cunt. 

It’s sexy, and the fantasy makes Aeon’s stomach clench in a horrible, delicious way. 

“Close,” he warns all too soon. “Fuck, Swiss, you’re gonna make me cum like this, oh fuck.”

Yeah, atta girl, Swiss projects, sucking harder. Wanna see it. Wanna see you squirt for me.

Aeon’s cock kicks hard against his mouth, balls drawing tight in his hand. “‘M gonna,” he whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. “Oh oh oh, ‘m gonna cum for you, gonna make this pussy cum—” He cuts off wordlessly, mouth dropping all the way open as the pleasure in his gut erupts in a plume of shivers. Spreading until it has nowhere to go but out, and Aeon’s cock kicks and spurts like it’s been waiting to do since he first slipped the underwear on. Cum bubbles up through the silky fabric and dribbles over the front of the panties in little rivulets, dragging down the soaked line of Aeon’s cock as Swiss works him through it with the flat of his tongue. Hard, long licks that make the quint ghoul’s toes curl. 

“Fuck, you had a lot to give me, baby,” Swiss groans, lapping it up. “Didn’t know my girl could squirt like this.” Aeon whines at that. If he had half a mind, he’d crane his neck up to see the streaks of white in Swiss’ beard that shot out first. Instead, he goes completely boneless, save for his hips that can’t stop arching up into the multi ghoul’s face. 

“Lucifer,” he rasps, covering his face with both his hands but peeking through his fingers. “How’d you do that?” 

Swiss just shrugs. “Just usin’ what the Dark Lord gave me.” He smiles wide and licks across his fangs, showy. Picking up the last bit of spend off his top lip. “Should get you next to Aurora, show her how pretty my girl sounds.”

Aeon’s cock gives a feeble twitch right underneath that pretty pink bow. “I’m sure she sounds better,” he mumbles, omitting the fact that he knows and hears how she begs and giggles and screams for Swiss when he’s got his mouth on her, the multi ghoul ravenous and nothing short of a generous lover.

Swiss shrugs. “We’ll just have to find out, then; won’t we, sweetheart?”

[earthykinous]

Farmer Dee and Nurse Dee meets Sky Knight! (Sky Knight belongs to @hermitcrabstar )

The farmer seems to be more intimidated by his dragon form, he gets more comfortable around his knight form, his sister is not that intimidated like him since she had treated some creatures before, she is quite the reliable one.

[oumarice]

role swap in which Ada is Special Agent, Leon is a Spy, and they haven't seen each other in six years

u alr know

[aeonloves]

Love on the run

where ... 🏖💭

aeon undercover on a cruise ship

⛱️ aeon undercover au

🛳 2k words

☀️ aeon summer week day 2 & 3 - sunburns and cruise ship

[thedevillionaire]

Chosen

Much shorter than it has any right to be, given how long it's taken me to actually finish. Plot? Uh, no, not really. But anyhow... She's been away. He's been unwell.

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He looks at her like she’s the most welcome hallucination he’s ever had.

Kia closes the door slowly behind her as she takes in this chaos of a makeshift apothecary, the loungeroom in an utter state of disarray and her beloved not faring much better, red-nosed and unshaven and dressed in a black silken pyjama and robe ensemble which, while inarguably stylish, was very definitely not his usual late afternoon wear.

And not at all what she had been expecting to come home to.

A miscellany of potions and concoctions and gods-know-what-elses lie scattered across the coffee table. A teacup, mostly empty. Two tissue boxes, one apparently even emptier than the teacup. Some sort of book...no, manual. Looks instructional. A wilderness of failed curatives.

Oh my god.

She walks further into the room. The air smells of menthol and embers.

“Babe, what are… Are you… What have you even been doing h…?”

You absolute beautiful total disaster.

“Trying not to… hh-HH …let thi…this-damn-cold…” Cerberus turns from her as his sentence dissolves, the syllables collapsing against one another in a desperate rush to give way to greater need and deep breath of purpose, and he raises a finger in urgent, undeniable pause. "Huh-TSSCH-uu!" Hurriedly claiming a series of tissues in a brief, expectant hiatus, he surrenders completely and sneezes again. "Hh-AATSCHH-uu! *snff-FF!*" A quiet groan in the aftermath. He excuses himself, adds another tissue to the set, blows his nose and immolates the lot. "Pardon me." He sighs. "Trying not to let this godsdamned cold win,” he manages, with an accompanying sharp sniffle. Neither heavy congestion nor the way his voice cracks slightly lessens any of the seething distaste in his tone.

“Oh, honey.” Kia brushes some errant hair back from his face. :Bless you.: She touches a tender kiss to his temple. “You’re getting your ass kicked.”

She offers him a soft smile to hopefully lessen a little bit of truth's sting. "C'mon, shift over," she says gently as she joins her beloved on the couch, nestling up beside him, resolutely ignoring every caution he tries to give her advising against doing so. Notably half-hearted as those cautions are.

Because while it’s true that he very much doesn’t want her to catch this, he’s also well aware it’s more than likely already too late for such concerns. The entire house is probably some sort of incubation epicentre. And, sincerity of expressed warnings aside, the entire sorry vista surely constitutes warning enough. He's fairly certain he couldn't look more biohazardous if he tried.

Cerberus sighs again, sniffling again immediately afterwards, and gives his bonded a look of resignation.

Further elaboration hardly seems necessary.

But also he doesn’t press the issue because in truth the last thing he wants is to send her away. He’s not even sure he has the energy to insist on it, anyway; he’d be infuriated about this entire ridiculous circumstance if he wasn’t so damn exhausted. So, small obligatory protests done, with another damp sniffle Cerberus shifts some disarrayed blanketry out of the way and wraps an arm around Kia’s waist, drawing her close.

Her soft perfume of violet, strawberry and vanilla is lost on him anywhere outside of memory right now, but her presence is more than enough and he closes his eyes for a moment, just appreciating the simple fact of her being here beside him at last; he's missed her immensely, constantly.

“You know, you could’ve just asked me to come back, if you wanted me here,” Kia muses as she nestles further into his heat, adding, “It wouldn't have been a big deal,” without accusation. She leans her head against his shoulder and looks up at him with gentle azure gaze, her unspoken thoughts of I’d always choose you. How do you still not know that? readable despite her not voicing them.

And he does, of course, know that – in fact, it’s the very reason he wouldn’t ask. Cerberus sniffles thickly, wiping his nose. “Ah, love. I'd hardly ask you to put yourself anywhere near this—" He gestures around the room in a general presentation of contempt for the whole situation. "—vortex of infectious absurdity,” he concludes, thick congestion lacing his words. He clears his throat but it doesn’t make any notable impact against the wreckery his voice has become. "And it's about your... *SNFF!* ...your autodoby."

Kia peers at him. “My…what?”

“Your au…” Cerberus, all too aware that several critical consonants are unequivocally not working for him, rolls his eyes at himself. Honestly. Taking another fresh succession of tissues from a very rapidly depleting supply, he blows his nose forcefully but completely ineffectively.

He excuses himself once more and tries again; it goes equally badly.

Kia, baffled, raises her hands in a friendly but very clear nope sorry babe no idea expression, accompanied by a gentle little laugh that she just can’t help.

A long-suffering and immensely frustrated look comes her way, followed by a resigned, defeated sigh as her beloved entirely gives up. “Free will.”

For a moment, this makes even less sense to Kia. “Why would…” she begins, but cuts herself off in triumphant realisation. “Oh, autonomy!” She laughs. "Oh, sweetheart."

“That’s what I s… hh-hh! I...” And even this is hijacked, and the Demon king capitulates entirely, doubling over desperate into crooked elbow, “Huh-TSCHH-uu! Ah-HEHTSCHuu!” 

He takes some moments of bleary recovery, Kia's heartrate spiking alongside the :Gods, forgive me: Cerberus Mindsends her.

"Oh, bless you, babe." Kia doesn't try to fight the thrill that flashes through her and she wraps herself around her bonded to kiss him again; a kiss deeper, more needful, than is probably wise. But wisdom isn't what she's craving right now.

“You know what? You’re going to stop talking and let me make my own choices.” She brushes a stray lock of hair from his eyes, touches the softest of lingering kisses to his forehead and meets his gaze. :Talking really isn't working out for you anyway.: "And besides—" Another kiss, deeper again, and she presses her arousal against his, salacious, wanton.

:—you know we both want the same thing.:

---

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

@aeonweek day 3 - injury

kinda half thinking about my wolfie fic hehe he's just sleeping, he's fine

tag list @aeonloves @a-phantoms-shadow @fleurdelily @kittenslady @maristarfish @cutecherrykisses @poisonarrow98

[ghostieagere]

this is partially inspired by @tinymoon-beam's regressed french rain ficlet (as well as all her other french rain fics !!!) so please go check those out, she's a really incredible writer <3

also just a general disclaimer that french is not my first language, i am very much still learning !!! some of the weird grammar/spelling things are to mirror the way i write the english-speaking regressed ghouls, but if you spot any other mistakes then i welcome gentle corrections <3

cw: regressed rain, regressed aeon, caregiver dewdrop, french rain, language confusion, rain not understanding english, aeon not understanding french, multilingual dew, a few tears of frustration but it's all okay in the end

~

“Arrête!” (Stop!) Rain’s raised voice catches Dew’s attention. He looks up from his book to see Aeon giggling as they nudge their finger against Rain’s tower of blocks. The tower wobbles as Aeon nudges it again, threatening to fall.

“Arrête, arrête!” (Stop, stop!) Rain cries again, trying to push Aeon away and save his tower.

Dew puts his book down. “Aeon, bubs?” The little quintessence ghoul looks up at the sound of their name. “I don’t think Rainy likes you messing with his tower, okay? He’s telling you to stop.”

Aeon pouts. “If I don’ un’ers’and him, how ‘m I supposed to know?” Their question prompts the both of them to look over at the little water ghoul, his gaze shifting between them, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Je compren’ pas, Papa,” (I don't understand, papa) he says, voice small as tears well in his eyes.

Dew stands from the couch and makes his way over to the two little ghouls on the floor. He crouches in front of Rain and holds his hands out near his face, letting Rain lean into his touch on his own time. When he does, Dew smooths his thumbs over Rain’s cheeks, wiping away the single tear that fell in his confusion. “Ça va, mon cœur?” (Are you alright, my heart?)

Rain nods. “Ouais, ça va.” (Yeah, i'm okay) He sniffles as he speaks, but with Dew’s warm hands on his face wicking away the sadness, he seems to be feeling a lot better.

Across the other side of the block tower, Aeon whines. “I don’ un’ers’and, Dada.” Dew has to bite back a smile at how similar Rain and Aeon are, even if neither of them are quite aware of it at the moment.

He walks around to the other side of the tower and sits next to Aeon, holding out his hand for the little quintessence ghoul to take a hold of if they want. “You don’t have to understand, little star,” he reminds them. “You just have to–”

“I jus’ have to be kiiiiiiind,” they finish for him, drawing out the ‘i’ in ‘kind’ as they struggle to pronounce it.

Dew smiles widely. “That’s exactly right, Ae! Such a good memory you’ve got there, bub. Well done.”

Aeon grins back up at Dew, beginning to rock side to side in happiness from the praise as they turn their attention away from Dew and Rain and back to their own pile of blocks in front of them.

Once Dew is sure Aeon is completely absorbed in their play, he turns back to Rain, finding the water ghoul looking completely lost by the lack of French all over again. “Rain, t’as compris?” (Rain, did you understand?)

Rain looks over at Dew and shakes his head. “Non, j’ai pas compris. Desolé…” (No, I didn't understand. Sorry...) He looks back down at the ground, embarrassed.

“Non, non, mon cœur,” (No, no, my heart) Dew consoles him, holding his arms out in an offer for Rain to crawl over to him and be held. “C’est pas grave.” (It's not serious) They both hum happily as Rain settles himself in Dew’s lap, rubbing his cheek against the fire ghoul’s shirt and purring contentedly at the warmth of Dew’s body heat. “J’ai dit à Aeon qu’iel devait être gentil avec tu et ton tour,” (I told Aeon that they needed to be kind with you and your tower) he explains, smiling when he feels Rain smile against him as he understands the words Dew is saying. Dew continues to explain what he said to Aeon about understanding and being kind, and when he asks the same question of Rain, he gets a very enthusiastic “Je dois être gentiiiiiiil” (I need to be kiiiiiiiind) in response, the little water ghoul dragging out the ‘i’ in the exact same way as Aeon did.

“Très bien, Rainy,” (Very good, Rainy) Dew encourages. “C’était parfait!’ (That was perfect!)

Rain giggles softly and claps his hands as well as he can while he’s squished up against Dew’s chest.

“Est-ce que tu veux jouer avec Aeon maintenant? Ou tu veux rester là pour le moment?” (Do you want to play with Aeon now? Or do you want to stay here for the moment?)

Rain hums while he thinks through his choices. Dew can practically guess what the little water ghoul is thinking. If he plays with Aeon, they can make more block towers together and it’ll be tricky to understand each other, but it will still be so much fun. Or if he stays with Dew, he’ll be comfy and cosy with his Papa, but he won’t get to play with his friend. After a long while, Rain buries his face further into Dew’s shirt. “Là,” (Here) he says, voice muffled in the fabric.

“Tu restes là?” (You want to stay here?)

Rain nods.

“D’accord, bon choix, mon petit chou.” (Okay, good choice, my little darling) Dew rubs Rain’s back comfortingly as he speaks, watching Aeon over the little water ghoul’s head. They seem more than happy playing with their block and chatting away to themselves for the moment, but regardless, Dew’s glad Rain’s made the choice to stay with him because it means he’ll be able to interact with Aeon much more easily if they come to ask him something.

“Et– Et– Et après,” (And– And– And after) Rain starts, looking up at Dew with big, hopeful eyes. “Après, p– peut-être que je peux jouer avec Aeon?” (After, m– maybe I can play with Aeon?)

Dew nods down at them enthusiastically and feels his smile widen at the idea of his two little ones playing together without conflict. “Ouais, bien sûr, Rain.” (Yeah, of course, Rain)

The little water ghoul wriggles happily in his lap, letting out a very, very quiet “Youpi!” (Yippee!)

At the quiet celebration, Aeon looks up from their stack of blocks. “Wha’s happening, Dada? Why Rainy so happy?” They ask earnestly.

Dew redirects his attention to Aeon and quickly gives them a recap of the conversation in English. “Rain is going to stay here in my lap for a bit, and afterwards, he thinks he might come and play with you and the blocks again, okay?”

Aeon gasps, mouth wide open and eyes practically shining in excitement when they hear their playmate might be joining them again soon. “Rainy gonna come an’ pray again?”

“Yeah, bubba!” Dew responds, grinning. “Rainy might come and play with you soon!”

“Yippee!” Aeon shouts, giggling and smiling widely. “I like prayin’ wif Rainy.”

Dew watches them play for a few more moments before turning back down to the little water ghoul in his lap. “Tu as entendu ça, Rainy?” (Did you hear that, Rainy?) Dew asks, leaning down to talk directly into Rain’s ear. “Iel aime bien jouer avec toi.” (They really like playing with you)

It takes a while for Rain to reply, which makes Dew think he might be close to falling asleep if he hasn’t already, but eventually, Rain responds very quietly, his sleep-laced words muffled against Dew’s shirt. “J'aime bien jouer avec toi aussi, Aeon…” (I really like playing with you too, Aeon...)

[aeonweek]

NEW POLL BEING RUN ON AEON WEEK TWITTER

Since we are in 2024 now the prompt list is obviously going to be a bit more different this year, for the sake of giving everyone more creative flexibility. You have the option to vote between which one appeals to you. If there is a tie, then both prompts will be on said day. If one wins, only one will be on said day.

Happy voting.

LINK TO OFFICAL POLL

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 14: Arts and Crafts

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

It's @mintea-in-space's birthday today, and a few weeks ago, we spent several hours into the middle of the night making an oc, and asked them if they'd like me to write about her for their birthday. So, here is a fic of our sweet little Eclipse drawing a picture of her parents and the rest of her family, plus naptime with her dad. No warnings, 2k.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

The common room coffee table is a mess of markers and paper, and Mountain and Rain both watch as Eclipse wraps her chubby little fingers around a marker, scribbling with her tongue poked between her teeth in concentration. Rain, next to her, watches over her shoulder as he draws his own picture, the Abbey lake and surrounding forest.

No one in the pack had expected Swiss to be the first of them to have a kit. Least of all Swiss himself. He’d adopted her after falling in love with her working in the abbey nursery. She’d been too young to open her eyes yet, when most quintessence ghoul kits received their names.

Aether’d set aside the adoption papers within an hour of placing the little bundle of fuzz and fluff in Swiss’s hands, the tiniest kit he’d ever seen, a little girl with quintessence and fire and earth all swirling in her tiny body. He’d seen the look in Swiss’s eyes when she’d first settled against his chest. Known what it looked like when new parents fell in love with their kits.

Swiss’d waited until Aeon came home from tour before even thinking about adopting her. He’d video called countless times while they were apart, Eclipse sleeping peacefully on his chest, and Swiss had watched Aeon’s eyes soften every time they looked at her. Swiss thanks the Prince every single day that they’d fallen in love with her too. When she’d opened her eyes, they’d named her together.

Every single member of the pack loves the little kit just as much as Swiss and Aeon do, bickering among themselves about who gets to watch her when Swiss is on duty with Frater and Aeon is working in the infirmary. Taking care of Eclipse had been a packwide affair from the moment Swiss had introduced her to them.

Mountain watches the two of them, keeping a mental eye on the clock, knowing that Swiss’s shift is about to end, and he’ll be home soon. It had been difficult, to say the least, when he’d returned to work after a leave of absence after the official adoption papers had gone through. But he’d promised her he’d always be back for her, that he wouldn’t leave her for the world, and he hasn’t proven himself wrong yet.

“Oh, look at that,” Rain coos as Eclipse grabs a different marker. “Is that the pack, sweet girl?”

Eclipse looks up at him and beams just like her father, her silver and gold eyes shining in the afternoon light. “Yeah! S’for Daddy and Ren.”

Rain smiles fondly, smoothing a hand over top of her hair, tied back in twists that end in little lavender and gold beads. They rattle and clink gently whenever she moves her head. “They’re gonna love it,” he says.

As if on cue, all three ghouls’ ears perk up at the sound of approaching bootsteps. Mountain sits up a little straighter, old, vigilant habits never put to rest. Rain’s fingers slowly curl into the back of Eclipse’s shirt, ready to pull her behind him. Eclipse, however, doesn’t pick up on the older ghouls’ apprehensions, attention split between her drawing and whoever’s at the door.

Keys rattle in the lock. Rain and Mountain hold their breaths.

The door swings open and a ghoul steps into the den. Mountain relaxes with a relieved huff as Eclipse beams, gasping and jumping to her feet with a peal of laughter. Her stubby little tail wags behind her so fast it’s a blur. “Daddy!”

Swiss pulls off his helmet, setting it aside just in time to have his legs tackled by a toddling kit. He bends and scoops her up, groaning as his back protests slightly. “Hi, baby girl,” he laughs. “Lucifer, you’re getting big, huh? You used to fit in the palm of one of my hands.”

Eclipse shakes her head, sending the beads in her hair clinking against each other. “Nuh-uh,” she giggles.

“Yeah-huh,” he teases. “Uncle Aef has the pictures.”

Eclipse sticks her face into the crook of Swiss’s neck, and he adjusts her in his arms. Rain watches him visibly relax the longer he has his kit, a big hand in the center of her back to keep her balanced. “How’s my sweetheart? What’d you do with Uncle Mo and Rain?”

Rain smiles fondly as Eclipse pulls back to babble to Swiss about her day. “Watched the puppy show, an’ Uncle Mo made sandwiches, an’ me an’ Rain are drawing pictures.”

“Oh? That sounds fun, baby, you wanna show me?”

Swiss sets her down, and he lets Eclipse wrap her chubby fingers around one of his own and nearly drag him over to the coffee table. Rain scoots to the side to make room for the whirlwind of force. “See, Daddy?”

Swiss kneels at the edge of the table, watching as Eclipse paws at a sheet of paper. Rain subtly pushes it towards her, helping her grab it. “Oh, look at that, Clip. Is that us?”

She beams, showing him the array of stick figures drawn in every color under the sun. “S’me and you and Ren,” she points at the figures in the center, drawn in lavender and yellow and brown. She points to the tallest one. “S’Uncle Mo.”

Swiss laughs, kissing her temple. “Yeah, dunno who else it would be, baby.” A stick figure, shorter than the rest and drawn in bright orange, catches his eye, and Swiss cackles. “Who’s that, is that Aunt Rory?”

“No!” Eclipse giggles along, showing the gap between her front teeth. “S’Uncle Dew!”

“You did such a good job drawing us, baby. I’m gonna hang this up in our room for Ren when they get home.” Swiss nuzzles into the side of her head, breathing in her sweet apple scent.

“Daddy, when’s Ren comin’ home?” She asks, kicking up into a quiet little purr as her father scents her.

“They’re with Uncle Aef right now, helping people feel better. They’ll both be home in time for dinner, okay?”

She hums, pouting a little. Rain reaches up and rubs her shoulder. “They’ll be back before you know it, sweetheart,” he says. Mountain makes a noise of agreement.

Eclipse whines softly. “Want Ren too,” she mumbles, nuzzling fiercely against Swiss. He hums, rubbing her back.

“I know, baby. How about we go take a nap in the nook, and by the time you wake up, Ren will be home.”

She pulls back, metallic eyes bright and wide at the mention of the nook underneath her parents’ hearth. If Eclipse had it her way, all three of them would sleep in there every night. Unfortunately for her, sleeping on the floor more often than not is hell on Swiss’s back despite the large volume of blankets and pillows shoved under there, so they do their best to compromise. “P’ease, Daddy?”

He smiles and kisses her cheek, hauling her back into his arms. “Of course, Clip. Can you say bye to Uncle Mount and Uncle Rain?”

She waves, settling happily into Swiss’s arms as he stands. Rain hands him the picture she’d drawn as he too gets to his feet. “Bye!”

“Thank you for watching her,” Swiss whispers, presses his forehead to Rain’s.

“We’re more than happy to, edelweiss,” Mountain smiles.

He smiles back before leaving the common room, making his way to his and Aeon’s room. Swiss takes a deep breath once he crosses the threshold, relaxing as his mate’s scent, baked into everything here, hits him.

Eclipse squirms a little in his arms, and he tosses her gently onto the mattress to make her squeal with laughter as she hits the blankets and pillows. It’s contagious, and Swiss smiles wide enough to make his eyes crinkle.

“Alright, Clip. How about you get Miss Kitty and pick out a book, and Daddy will read it to you once he gets changed?” he prompts gently, and Eclipse’s eyes go wide. She nods, the beads in her hair rattling, and she clambers out of her parents’ nest to grab those items from their bookshelf.

Swiss smiles as she toddles off, a little girl on a mission, and unclips his cape. He tosses it into the hearth, knowing exactly where it will wind up later. He ducks into the bathroom to wash up quick and change into a soft, worn shirt and sweats. When he comes back out, the only reason he knows Eclipse hasn’t snuck out of the room is her soft, giggling laughter and the bed skirt along the edge of the hearth not quite sitting right.

He sighs fondly. It’s a bit of a struggle to get to his knees, back protesting, but he crawls under his bed without complaint. Anything for his little girl.

She’s already made herself comfortable in the copious pillows and blankets that make up this secret nest. There’s a floppy tabby cat plushie clutched in her arms, well-loved and worn. Once upon a time, when Swiss had first met her, the cat had been twice her size.

Eclipse has the newly unfurled spade of her tail tucked between her lips, nuzzling into the blankets with her parents’ scents baked in. She looks half asleep already.

“You comfy, baby?” He smiles as her eyes shoot open and she nods. Swiss crawls up behind her and tucks her against his chest. Eclipse melts into it. He reaches over and flicks on the string of lights, casting soft yellow light throughout the nook, just enough to read by.

“Mhm,” she mumbles, reaching with her little hand for the picture book she’d picked out. Swiss takes in the bright, primary colors painted on the cover, recognizing one of her favorites.

“Oh, good choice, sweetheart.” He flips the book open in front of her so they can both see. “Maisy is visiting Charley today. Hello, Charley. Hello, Maisy.��

As he reads, Swiss can feel his daughter relax and droop against him, and he doesn’t need to see her face to know she’s fallen asleep by the time he finishes the story. He sets the book aside, and she turns in her sleep so her face presses against Swiss’s chest, crushing Miss Kitty between them.

Swiss kisses between the little nubs of her horns, wrapping his tail around her and settling into the blankets. He hates to admit it, but he follows her to sleep, warm and comfortable and safe with one of the most precious things that’s ever happened to him.

He doesn’t know how much time passes, but his ear twitches at the sound of a camera shutter. Swiss cracks one golden eye open, arms tightening around Eclipse, but he relaxes as Aeon puts their phone away.

“Hey, buggy,” he says, voice low and raspy with sleep.

“Hey,” they say, smiling brightly, tail wagging idly behind them. “How’s the fruit bat?”

“She had a good day,” he says, carding fingers through her twists gently. “Wants her Ren, of course.”

“Well, I’m here now,” they shrug, settling into the nook behind her. They chuff happily as they kiss the crown of their daughter’s head. “Cirr and Dew just started on dinner. But we can stay here until then, they say an hour.”

Swiss smiles at them, unwrapping one arm from around Eclipse, who shifts and huffs a little in her sleep, and wrapping it around Aeon, hauling them in a little closer. Something deep and instinctual settles and calms when his mate’s body covers Eclipse’s back, the little ghoulette safe and protected by her parents.

Aeon watches him for a moment, long, thin fingers reaching over her to brush a braid out of Swiss’s face. It’s tender and soft, and Swiss smiles back at them, still halfway in the haze of sleep.

“You two are the best things that have ever happened to me,” he whispers, holding them both close.

Aeon snorts. “Sap.”

“It’s true and you know it.”

They roll their eyes playfully, leaning over Eclipse to kiss Swiss sweetly. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Now, let’s nap before Miss Fruit Bat wakes up and chatters your ear off.”

“And whose daughter is she?” Aeon teases, but settles into the nest, tail slinging over Swiss’s hip. He entwines his own around theirs.

Swiss takes a deep breath, feels his chest swell with warmth at the way his family’s scent surrounds him, and follows his mate and daughter back to sleep.

[cyb3r-st4rz]

I missed tumblr but I’m finally back :D

Winter has been kicking my ass so all I’ve got is this:

When Phantom starts working in the infirmary, he calls pelvic exams "pussy exams".