#Mushy May

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Mushy May - Day 2 : Morning Routine

Mountain helping Rain through his routine, just because he wants to spoil him! Helping him put his hair away with the headband, carefully and meticulously washing his face, applying all his skin care with most delicately, kissing his face and scalp in between all the steps 🥰

He just can't keep away from his pretty little fish ❤️

Thank @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May, you're the best 🫶

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 20: big spoon/little spoon

Dew/phantom Sfw with some nsfw jokes, 800 words, prompts by @forlorn-crows !

Read under the cut or find all my mushy mays on ao3!

Dew opens the hotel door to find one bed, much to his dismay. Phantom has no problem with this

Or dew doesn’t like phantom, and rather sleep in the cuck chair.

"Oh copia is fucking dead when I catch him" dew froze in the doorway, staring at the singular bed in the middle of the room as if he could make it spontaneously combust, or somehow split by mitosis. Phantom peered over his shoulder, craning his neck to try and see what the issue is. he muttered a couple questions that dew entirely ignored, rubbing his face with his hands before grabbing his bag.

He threw it on the cuck chair as they so lovingly called it, studying it to see if maybe it was worth anything to sleep in. Though the scratchy, almost plastic feeling green upholstery was telling him that the answer was probably not. Though, he could make phantom sleep in it with enough bitching.

But, that would be cruel. Even for dew.

It wasn't even that fact that it was just one bed, if it was one king sized bed then dew could deal with that. But no, it was a full. Only a little bigger than a twin which is honestly cruel and dew doesn't even know how copia found a place like this.

He opened his phone and shot off a quick text to rain asking about their room situation. Maybe if he's lucky he and mountain got two beds and would be willing to cuddle. Those freaks are into that anyways, and dew could have a bed all to himself.

Sorry dew, only one for us. Besides, mountain has other plans for me tonight ;)

Asshole.

Phantom had no problem settling in. Already laying against the pillows tapping away on his phone. Probably playing that stupid merge game he saw from an instagram ad. Something's wrong with this kid, where copia even find these things?

It wasn't even that dew necessarily hated phantom himself, though a strong annoyance may be a better term for it. Dew just wanted his own space, or his own space with someone he was comfortable with. Not the new summon that had too much pep in his step and he rarely chose to interact with beyond accidentally catching him sucking Swiss' dick backstage one too many times.

Though maybe rain had the right idea. Maybe he could make the kid give him a quick blowjob and then make him sleep on the floor. Bdsm or something- god knows dew had to sleep in a cage once. Fuck aether and whatever weird shit he's on.

"You ok?" Phantom finally cocked his head at him. Dew must have been staring at lot longer than he thought. "Should be enough room for you. Was thinking about heading to sleep pretty soon, long show tonight"

Phantom had scooted to the edge of one side of the bed, practically hanging off of it. He patted the other, pulling up the covers to make room for dew. He looked, happy almost? Like he was excited for some reason to share a bed with him. Even if the kid was annoying at least he was sweet, though that didn't make dew move any faster. He gave another longing look to the cuck chair before sighing and flopping down.

"You stay on your side though. Don't touch me, Swiss says you kick in your sleep"

"I only kick Swiss because he kicks first"

Even with the warning it was almost impossible to not be touching each other considering how small the bed was. They'd both need to be laying on their side, flat as a board in order to achieve that. Unrealistic- borderline impossible much to dews dismay. It was also freezing which didn't help. Usually dew didn't care if it was cold, he could just grab the ghoul next time him and they could warm up in other ways. It was still an option. He could still make phantom sleep on the floor.

Dew sighed. He wasn't that cruel. And the poor thing was clearly shivering but trying not to bother dew. At least he had manners.

"Come here" dew finally rolled his eyes and turned over to face phantom.

"What? Why?"

"Your shaking is bothering me. I know you're cold" dew wrapped an arm around his chest and dragged him in, immediately using his element to warm him up. Phantom made a noise of protest that quickly died out as the warmth hit him, almost impossibly cozy. "Now shut up and sleep, and don't mention this ever again"

Dew nuzzled his face into phantoms hair. He forgot he was actually bigger than him, though he admitted he was nice to hold onto, at least he wasn't freezing cold like rain usually was. Phantom gave a stupid giggle and closed his eyes, grabbing dews hand to warm his up as well.

"So you're saying we can't room together again next time?"

"Nope."

[divine-misfortune]

Our love will come home

Mushy may, day 5: Love at first sight

Pairing: Dew/Rain/Phantom

Words: 928

Tags: Summoning rituals, non-verbal Phantom, idiots falling in love

Thank you @forlorn-crows for organizing <3

Read on ao3 or below the cut

His atoms were surely being ripped apart. Being unraveled and unmade in a place not quite hell not quite heaven, somewhere he did not belong. It was the closest to pain he’d ever experienced, because up until that moment, he had never felt. Quintessence ghouls were never created with the intention of being anything more than stardust and shadow. Certainly not created with the intention to feel, to ever exist in a state of being such as this. 

Agony was a foreign concept that overwhelmed each of his newfound senses. Drowned by the onslaught of awareness forced upon him as the essence of his form was bound to a carefully crafted vessel. A body that felt constricting as it was heavy. 

His head spun. This was what dizziness must have felt like. It replaced the pain of being reshaped into something corporeal at the least. Another feeling that was decidedly unpleasant. This whole ‘experiencing’ thing wasn’t off to a great start in his eyes. The world met his ears for the first time and introduced itself with a muffled yet sharp ringing sound that rattled in his skull and vibrated into his teeth. A reedy, distressed sound bubbled out of him, facial features twitching before screwing up. Nerve endings responding entirely on their own.

Around him, the muted sounds turned to proper silence in response. 

Opening his eyes was a fight. Met with dark hazy figures and dull flickering orange lights before his eyes pulled shut again. The second time, two of the shadowy silhouettes had moved closer. Inside the apparent ring of candles he realized he was situated in. 

“—is he?” The taller of the two asked with an audible reluctance, voice soft as a whisper. 

“Probably not.” The shorter responded and knelt in front of him. Close now, he could smell smoke tinged with something unidentifiable yet sweet. “Don’t think he’s dead at least.” 

Two sets of hands found his body. One took him by the arms and the other supported his head in anticipation of his uncooperative limbs, he was a rag doll in their hands, but at least he was upright. He blinked sluggishly, vision struggling against him.

“No,” the taller sighed in relief. “He’s perfect.” 

Blue eyes and a soft smile came into focus as a thumb stroked along his cheek. Another sensation he slowly tuned into, the unnatural cold of his hands overtaking the residual heat lingering from an eternity in the pits. It almost felt nice compared to everything else up until that moment. Compared to everything else he was currently experiencing; the flickering lights, the whispered chatter just outside the ring of candles the three of them resided in, the overwhelming scent of chemical and ash burning in the back of his throat. All of it was too much, but this touch, the tender grace against his cheek, kept him from drowning in it. 

The other ghoul’s face still held worry. Concern creased his sharp features, the furrow between his brows almost looked like it belonged there. Stayed that way until the glassy-ness in his eyes began to fade, until there was a spark of recognition to them. He ran a hand through his long hair with a breathy laugh of disbelief, the soot on his fingers darkening the red at the roots. Black powder smudged both of the ghouls before him, and glancing down, he realized it dirtied him the same. Coated the stone he sat on.

”There you are…” He breathed, reaching out to replace the cold touch with one much warmer. It settled into his skin. Drove away all the tension stored up in his body, ease washed over him. “Rain, the sheet.” 

“Oh—“ Rain’s smile turned a touch sheepish, withdrawing entirely. He couldn’t help the sad sound rising in his throat at the loss of contact. It didn’t last long, Rain returned and he suddenly found himself being wrapped in something soft. ”Think he likes you, Dew…The other one tried to scratch Mountain’s eyes out but you’ve got this one practically purring for you already.”

Dew shrugged easily, and shot Rain a grin. Attention flitting briefly away from him. Those mismatched eyes left and their absence welcomed a sensation akin to gnawing in the confines of his chest. Desperate as it was insistent.

Wait. 

The quiet plea echoed and both ghouls appeared to jump. Startled by the whisper that slipped past their ears and straight to their skulls. 

“Did he just…?” Rain started, letting out a breath of laughter. The question hung in the air. Neither Dew nor the other shaded figures behind him answered. “Fucking quint ghouls, truly they never cease to amaze, do they?” 

“We aren’t going anywhere, wisp.” Dew assured with a softened tone. “You’re home now.” 

Home.

It was one simple word, unfamiliar to him yet sparked to life like an ember finding kindling. Not just heat. Warmth that bloomed at his core and began to spread, to trickle through his veins. Ultimately it covered him, swaddled him like the sheet Rain had delicately wrapped him in. Another new feeling, but he wanted to get lost in it. The feeling took him in, held him carefully, just like Dew did. It felt good to feel it. 

“Do you remember your name?” Rain asked.

Phantom.

”Phantom.” He repeated and that warmth bubbled up, the stardust he was created from twinkling and burning eagerly. His tail moved on its own, thumping against the stone floor, displacing the fabric draped over him. “Oh—“

“Well would you look at that…I think he likes you too, Raincloud.” 

[iamthecomet]

dewther love at first sight🙏🙏 begging on my knees comet i love your writing

Hi!! Thank youuuu ♥♥♥ Happy love at first sight day! Mushy May prompts by @forlorn-crows

Here's 500ish words of Dewther love at first sight--because of course.

Dew notices the difference as soon as he wakes up. Dragged from a deep sleep by the sound of the Ghoul Wing waking up around him. He's warm, weighed down by miles of blankets. He's in Ifrit's bed, the smell of cardamom and wood smoke surrounding him. He blinks awake. The bed is empty next to him cold. But the fire is roaring, of course.

He can feel the crackle of ozone in the air, smell the sulfur underneath the scent of Ifrit.

Summoning day.

Fuck.

Ifrit promised he'd wake him up—not let him sleep through it. But, Ifrit has never been reliable about things like that. He probably woke up—looked at Dew's face and couldn't stand to wake him.

Dew shoves what feels like 50 pounds of blankets off and stands. He dresses quickly, tripping over his uniform, nearly forgetting his mask.

The last summoning they had Dew's. He came first with Mountain right on his heels. He hasn't had a chance to see one yet. Ifrit told him it wasn't important—nothing to see, which is probably why he didn't wake him.

Dew is going to drown him once he gets his hands on him.

This is the last ghoul they need for the band, they'll round it out. Whoever steps through today is pack, will be family. Dew wants to see them when they step through. Wants to smell the pit on them before humanity washes it away.

He makes it just in time. Sliding into a space between Zephyr and Mist, sending a growl in Ifrit's direction as the fire ghoul reaches for him.

"You promised," he hisses.

"I tried, you were out."

"Bullshit."

Ifrit shrugs, either not willing to engage in the arguement or too distracted by what is happening in the center of the room.

Papa stands at the head of the summoning circle. Clergy members and other ghouls stand at the other points. The candles are lit. The room smells heavily of inscence and ozone.

The circle is dark—inert—while Papa recites latin at it, so quietly Dew can't make out the words. Then, with sudden crack the lines begin to glow violet. They pulse to the beat of some ancient heart.

Most ghouls have to have some part of their element available for them grab onto. There had been potted flowers for Mountain, a basin of water for Dew, but quintessence doesn't need that.

Quintessence is everywhere, everything.

The new ghoul appears out of nothing.

The second he does, Dew feels the ground shift beneath him. Something siesmic that no one else seems to feel. Like the very foundations of Dew and the world he stands on have shifted—reoriented.

The new guy smiles as Papa talks to him, it's big and bright and Dew feels like the sun has just come out after a week of rain.

"Oh fuck," he whispers to himself, and Zephyr nudges him. Dew doesn't look at them—can't. Because something is cracking apart in his chest and he can't look anywhere but at the new guy. Not that the new guy is looking anywhere else either.

Dew feels pinned. Held under the gaze of this ghoul who is looking at him like he has crossed lifetimes looking for him.

"Aether," the new ghoul says—prompted by a question Dew doesn't hear. His name he realizes too late. His name is Aether.

Aether breaks eye contact first, turning to face Omega. Those dark eyes still dragging back over to Dew every few moments like he is magnetic.

Dew can't think. The rest of the summoning doesn't matter—might as well not happen. He's torn between the need to walk over there, to say something and the wish to run. To hide. To pull himself out from under the weight of…whatever this is.

So—when everyone else moves and formation breaks, Dew stays put, frozen, rooted. Aether finds him.

Later—it will feel right. Aether always finds him. Today and every day after. This, Dew only sees in hindsight, was dawn breaking over eternity. There is nowhere he can go after this, that Aether cannot follow.

Aether holds out a hand for Dew to shake. This close he can smell the lavender on him, the ozone. Dew feels like he's come home after a long tour—it's so strange—he doesn't even know this guy.

"I'm Dewdrop—Dew mostly." Dew says and Aether smiles and Dew knows he will do anything to see it again and again. He's gone for this guy and they haven't even said two words to each other. Aether's eyes glimmer with that strange quintessence knowledge that Dew still doesn't quite understand. It's unnerving in Omega—in Aether it feels—easy, warm, comforting.

"Hi, Dew." Aether squeezes his hand, doesn't let go. "I've been looking for you."

[purlty23]

For your mushy may requests

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Rain pulling fire ghoul dew under water to help him get over his angst surrounding his old element and definitely not distracting him with a sweet lil kissy kissy 😘

Day 26: “Here, let me help.” I HEARD YOU LOUD AND CLEAR!! Theyre everything to me. I just knoooow Dewdrop avoided water for months and months even after it was safe for him to dive back in. He must’ve been so scared, but luckily Rain is there to help

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[halexxsam]

Mushy May: Day 25 - Idiots in Love

thanks to @forlorn-crows for mushy may, calendar here. divider from @/wrathofrats.

words: 247

characters: mountain/rain

“You’re so pretty, Rainbow.” Mountain cooed, arms tightening around the water ghouls waist, pulling him closer. 

Rain smirked, turning around in his mates hold to face him. “Not as pretty as you, my gorgeous flower.” 

At that, Mountain blushed and ducked his head, leaning down and scenting his mate properly, causing the other ghoul to chuff. Rain ran his hands up Mountain’s back, stopping at his hair and twirling the brown strands aimlessly. “You gonna bloom something for me, hm?”

Mountain just chuffed, burrowing further into his mates neck. Within a blink of an eye, several flowers were blooming to life on the crown of Mountain’s head. An array of baby blues, pinks, and yellows adorned him, complementing his tan antlers. 

“Such a beautiful ghoul you are.” Rain praised. 

From the other side of the kitchen, Dew faked a gag while pretending to stick a finger in his mouth. “Shit, can you two get a room or something? Stinkin’ up the whole kitchen.” 

Mountain chirped a bit, pulling away to stand up straight. Rain just tsked, grabbing harder on his hair to keep him in place. “Why don’t you go shove those fingers back in your mouth?” Rain said, “So much better when you’re quiet, Dewy.” 

Dew blushed, tail flicking in annoyance. Rain just laughed, turning his attention back to his mate. “Come on, Petal.” Rain started, lacing Mountain’s hand in his. “Let me show you how thankful I am for those flowers you made for me.” 

[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 19: Cuteness Aggression - Rain/Dew

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be slightly shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) Words - 777

    For some reason, Dew always loved watching his pack doing the mundane and domestic things around the den. Mountain wiping down the kitchen, Aether hoovering the carpet, Cumulus dusting the shelves, or as he was currently witnessing, Rain doing the dishes.

    Seeing the skinny Water Ghoul at the sink, softly swaying and singing to the music playing from his phone as he scrubbed coffee mugs and plates and cereal bowls really made Dewdrop’s heart flutter.

    The Fire Ghoul had long given up on watching whatever show Cirrus had left on before leaving for work in favour of watching his Rainbow wash up. The water in the sink was a slightly revolting shade of brown but the Water Ghoul’s grey-blue arms and the inky-black of his hair with the sea-glass horns curling up was enough to make Dew sigh wistfully and kick his feet a little.

    “Like what you see or something?” Rain chuckled, feeling the burning stare on the back of his head.

    “Well, I can certainly see your best attribute from here.” Dew said as his eyes trailed down to Rain’s butt.

    The bassist laughed and wiggled his hips for Dew’s benefit.

    The Fire Ghoul purred and kept watching as Rain conquered the stacks of dishes that had piled up in everyone’s tiredness since coming home from the first leg of their tour. And there was a lot so Dew had plenty of time to watch.

    However, in typical Dew fashion, he soon got bored and decided to slink on up behind Rain, standing on his tiptoes and wrapping his arms around his waist as he hooked his chin over the taller Ghoul’s shoulder.

    “Mmmm, cosy…” Rain purred as Dew’s natural warmth plastered itself along his back, closing his eyes and tipping his head back a little.

    “You smell good.” Dew responded, nuzzling Rain’s neck and feeling his nose twitch as the frill of the Water Ghoul’s gills tickled his nose.

    “Do I…? Went for a soak yesterday.” Rain responded as he got back to work on his chore.

    “And you didn’t invite me? Bitch.” Dew said, squeezing his arms around Rain’s stomach to force an “oof!” from his mouth.

    “You were too busy when I went.” Rain defended, slapping Dew’s leg with his tail in revenge.

    “Doing what?!” Dew exclaimed.

    “Aether.”

    “…”

    “…”

    “That does sound accurate.” Dew acquiesced.

    Rain laughed and shook his head, making a few bubbles rise from the suds in the sink and pop against Dew’s horns.

    The Fire Ghoul stuck his tongue out before resuming his nuzzling of Rain’s neck.

    Rain continued his gentle dancing and singing as he somehow made the inelegant job of cleaning grimy dishes look almost fanciful. Dew was forced to sway along with it and he felt the vibrations of Rain’s voice from where his face was pressed into his neck.

    The two have quite the special bond. While to start with, when Rain was summoned, Dew could hardly stand to be in the same room for a whole minute, only seeing everything that was taken away from him in his forced transition to Fire. But it was actually Rain helping Dew see that he was still allowed to be like a Water Ghoul that allowed him to heal. And the two had practically been best friends ever since.

    And sometimes that allowed Dew to do his best koala impression against Rain’s back while he did responsible adult things for the both of them.

    Dew’s purrs only grew stronger as he kept watching those webbed fingers at work and he nuzzled more against Rain’s scent gland. Though soon enough, just being against Rain wasn’t quite enough for Dew. So, he picked a spot, opened his maw, and bit down.

    “Shit!” Rain yelped as he tried to squirm away but Dew’s teeth were planted firmly (and harmlessly) in the meat of his shoulder.

    Dew kept himself there and felt himself become a little more contended but it wasn’t quite enough. He went all along Rain’s shoulders and neck, smacking his lips like he was tasting some fine caviar. Which Rain was to him anyway.

    “The fuck are you doing, you little gremlin?” Rain laughed.

    Dew purred as he nipped his way back along the path he just took.

    “You’re so cute like this.”

    “You’re a fucking weirdo.” Rain shook his head.

    “Mmm, your weirdo.” Dew grinned.

    “Nope, you’re going straight back to Aether when he gets home.”

    Dew bit down again, not dissimilar to how a dog holds onto their favourite toy when it’s threatened to be taken away.

    Rain knew he was fucked by the gesture that was a silent You’re never getting rid of me. Ever.

[forlorn-crows]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 1: 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

pairing(s): aeon/swiss words: 656

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He’s barely visible under the fuzzy gray blanket that’s pulled around his body. With his legs tucked up against his chest, fabric cocooned around him, he looks like a kit drowning in a terry cloth towel after a bath. Only Aeon’s round face, screwed up in concentration with the ends of his hoodie strings between his teeth, and knobby hands, plunking away at his new basic smartphone, are visible to Swiss. 

In simple terms, he’s too cute to handle. Swiss’ fingers itch to grab and poke, squish the cuteness right out of him. Aeon grumbles something about the tiny keyboard, big pointed ear twitching as he stabs at the screen, and the multi ghoul cannot stand it for another second. 

“Whatcha doin’, bug?” he calls from his chair opposite the couch. 

Aeon chirps, peeking up from the screen. His hair sticks up on top when he lifts his head. “Hm?”

Swiss is going to scream. “I said ‘whatcha doin’’?”

“Well,” he spits out the hoodie strings, shifting a bit. “I’m trying to figure out this . . . texting thing. But Dew keeps sending me funny little faces after I accidentally send him random letters. The keys are so small, how do you do this?”

“You’ll get it, just takes some time. At least you have smaller thumbs.” Swiss wiggles both of his in Aeon’s direction. “That’ll help.”

Aeon huffs, corners of his mouth turning down, lower lip sticking out; he pouts. He’s pouting. Why must Copia always summon the adorable ones? And why can Swiss just never keep his hands off of them?

The frown remains in place even as Swiss hops out of his seat and sits down beside the newbie quint. Swiss shakes his head and chuckles. “Why’re you so damn cute?”

Aeon side-eyes him. Scoffs a little and rolls his eyes. “Cute?” he accuses. 

“Have you seen yourself?”

“I mean, yeah, I look in the mirror everyday—”

“No,” Swiss laughs, “right now. With your blanket and your little phone and that pouty face.” The multi ghoul pokes him right in the cheek, emphasizing said frown. 

“You make me sound like a child,” Aeon grumbles and flinches away, sticking his tongue out as he locks his phone and shoves it into the couch cushions. He pulls the blanket even tighter around himself. But there’s a smile tugging at his lips, even as he continues to side-eye Swiss. 

Once again, he is going to scream. “You make me crazy,” he admits stupidly, shaking his head. “I just wanna,” he makes a vague grabby-hands motion, indicating his frustration, “ugh, I just wanna scrunch you up and put you in my pocket, baby.”

“Front pockets are preferable, please.” Aeon grins suddenly, showing off his fangs. 

Swiss blinks. Momentarily stunned to silence—an incredibly rare feat for this ghoul.

“You little—” He springs into action, leaning close and poking his thick fingers everywhere: his neck, behind his ears, the dimples in his cheeks. Aeon squawks in protest, but that does nothing to stop the onslaught. He growls playfully and grabs his cheeks, squishing and smushing and squeezing. 

“‘wiss,” the quint attempts to complain—keep it together, really—through pushed-together cheeks. “‘top, bhat’re you—”

“I’m sorry, but you’re too adorable to live,” Swiss explains. “Gotta stop you before you reach mach cuteness or everyone’ll die.” Aeon whines, removing his arms from the blanket to swat at him to no avail. Swiss is quick to release his cheeks, grabbing his wrists instead and pinning his arms to his chest. 

“Gah, what the fu—” Swiss cuts him off with a cross between a snarl, a growl, and a weird noise a disgruntled-slash-scared cat would make, completely dramatic and unserious, diving in to his neck open-mouthed so he can graze his skin with the front of his teeth repeatedly with fake bites. Aeon can only toss his head back and giggle ferociously and against his will. 

“Gonna eat you,” Swiss growls. “C’mere.”

“Why are you like this?!”

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 30 - Birthdays

This is the last entry for my all-Dewther Mushy May attempt. I had a lot of fun writing again this year, and thank you so very much to @forlorn-crows for once again putting this all together! And adorable divider by @/ghuleh-recs

Summary: Aether and Dew celebrate the one-year adoption anniversary of their little rescue kitten, Chicken Nugget, 1,245 words.

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, ghouls in love, Aether and Dew spoil their loud orange child

I wrote this as a little follow up to two of my entries from last year featuring Chicken Nugget. Not necessary to read those first, but if you like, you can find them here and here.

Thanks to everyone who read, commented, reblogged etc any of my Mushy May stuff this year. It really makes me happy that anyone at all would read anything I wrote!

Ao3 link or read here on tumblr:

Aether wrinkles his nose as he scoops a heaping spoonful of cat food out of the can, plopping it into the center of a paper plate and using the back of the spoon to try and give it some shape. A year later and the smell still grosses him out just a little bit. Dew sits on top of the kitchen counter beside him, concentrating on sorting an entire bag of cat treats by color into separate little piles one by one.

At their feet, Chicken Nugget, their little orange rescue kitten, stares up at them with wide eyes, waiting patiently. He watches intently as Aether dumps the rest of food onto the plate and tosses the can into the trash, growing impatient as his dinnertime seems to take a lot more time than usual. After a few more moments of watching Aether fuss with his food, he stands up on his hind feet, placing two little orange paws as high up on Aether’s leg as he can reach and calls out with an impatient little mew.

Aether and Dew both laugh out loud at the same time.

Dew hops off the counter and scoops Chicken Nugget up in his arms.

“What’s the matter, Nugs?” He says, scratching the cat under the chin. “Starving to death? Wasting away to nothing?”

“He’s pissed his dinner is late,” Aether laughs, still doing his best to smooth the wet blob of cat food into something resembling the shape of a round cake.

Dew presses a string of smooches to the top of Chicken Nugget’s little head. He tolerates it for a minute, before giving Dew an indignant little mewl, pressing at the ghoul’s face with one white-socked paw.

Dew gasps, pretending to be offended.

“Patience, little Nugget,” Dew coos, scratching Chicken Nugget’s chin again in an attempt to make amends. “It’s gonna be worth waiting for, I promise. Aeth is making you a big ass kitty cake for your birthday. Or, uh summoning day I guess. Adoption day, I mean,” he corrects himself.

Aether snorts. “Aeth is making it?” he laughs. “What, have you given up on decoration duty already?” he asks Dew, who is still scratching a now purring and (temporarily) distracted kitten’s chin. 

Dew sets Chicken Nugget down, who immediately goes back to swarming around their feet, and turns to Aether, standing up on his tippy toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. While Aether is distracted, he swipes a few of the cat treats off of the counter. He bends down to Chicken Nugget’s level, offering him a palm full of treats.

“I see how it is,” Aether chuckles. “You two are in on it together while I toil away over a hot stove,” he jokes, despite the fact that they aren’t using the stove at all. 

“Gotta spoil him, Aeth,” Dew says, sitting down cross-legged on the floor while Aether begins arranging cat treats as decorations on the kitty pate “cake.” 

“Can’t believe he’s been with us a whole year,” Dew continues, offering the little cat another stolen treat. “He’s fucking huge now, too. Definitely not a kitten anymore,” Dew says wistfully, poking Chicken Nugget in the belly. The cat seems completely unbothered as he crunches away happily on treats from Dew.

“Gonna be even bigger after he scarfs down this entire cake, too,” Aether laughs, snipping open a couple of tubes of squeezable cat treats, the ones Chicken Nugget goes absolutely crazy over.

Aether does his best to decorate the cat food cake with the tube treats, settling for a sloppily scrawled “CN” over the top and a few more dollops around the edges for good measure. By the time he’s finished, Chicken Nugget is crying in earnest despite Dew’s best efforts to keep him distracted.

Aether sticks a single pink birthday candle in the middle of the whole mess as the finishing touch. 

“Smells awful,” he says, wrinkling his nose again.

“Then you know he’s gonna love it,” Dew answers with a huge smile, stepping up to admire Aether’s handiwork. It looks mostly like a cake, at least. Vaguely round and dome shaped, decorated with cat treats of different colors and shapes. “Alright Aeth, looks great, now let him at it.”

Aether hums in agreement and sets the plate on the kitchen floor. Chicken Nugget scurries over, immediately lapping at the surface of the cake. Dew snaps a couple photos with his phone and Aether plucks the unlit birthday candle out of the center of the cake. They sit side by side on the kitchen floor, watching their little kitten lay waste to the cake like he’d never eaten a day in his life.

“Wow, he eats just like you do,” Aether says deadpan, watching as little stray bits of cat food and treats go flying.

Dew turns and pokes Aether in the belly in retaliation, digging bony fingers into his tummy until Aether is giggling and trying to squirm away. In the end, he pulls the smaller ghoul into a headlock until he offers him a kiss as a truce. Aether wraps an arm around Dew and pulls him close as they watch Chicken Nugget lick the remaining morsels of cake off the plate. Satisfied, the little cat comes to sit next to Dew before starting to wash his face, methodically licking his paws and swiping them across his face and whiskers until he’s clean again.

Afterwards, Dew brings Chicken Nugget into the den and dumps out a huge paper bag full of new toys all over the floor - presents to celebrate their one year adoption anniversary together. He and Aether had gone all out, and the other ghouls and Papa had contributed to the haul as well. Chicken Nugget may have been Aether and Dew’s kitten, but just about everyone else in the Abbey had fallen in love with him immediately. It didn’t take long for Chicken Nugget to become what must be one of the world’s most spoiled little kittens. 

Dew throws out more toys until the floor is nearly covered. Fake mice, jingling little balls filled with bells, toys on strings, and even a little banana filled with catnip. Chicken Nugget had inspected them all with some enthusiasm, but in the end he took more interest in the empty paper bag that had held the toys.

“Pfft, figures he’d go for the actual piece of garbage instead of any of the millions of toys we just bestowed upon him,” Dew laughs, attempting to lure Chicken Nugget out of the paper bag with a cat teaser toy tipped with feathers and ribbon.

They spend the rest of the evening in the den, spoiling the little cat with more toys, plenty of chin scratches and belly rubs, and even a little pile of catnip for him to roll around in. Just before bedtime, Dew sneaks him another handful of treats. And while Dew is off brushing his teeth, Aether sneaks him a handful of his own.

That night they lay in bed, Aether on one side, Dew on the other, and Chicken Nugget curled up tight between them, snug and purring away contentedly. Dew reaches over to scratch the little cat behind the ears, and Aether leans across to kiss Dew goodnight. As he drifts off, he can’t help but think about how lucky he is to get to fall asleep to the sound of kitten purrs and fire ghoul purrs for many more years to come.

[mekonfoy]

Mushy May day 12: First time

so the first time in question is the first time Terzo saw Omega without his mask. I just know Omega had to wrap his tail around his leg to make sure he wasn't wagging it nervously.

Mushy May prompts by incredible @forlorn-crows

(I didn't tell you this but my day 13 is also terzomega stay tuned)

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 4 : Playing with their hair

Zephyr asked Mountain to braid their hair for the first time... The bigger ghoul is now LASER FOCUSED because he really can't mess up his sweet birdie's hair!

Thank @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May, you're the best, this one is for you 🫶

Spacer by @forlorn-crows as well ❤️

[wrathofrats]

I want weird tour bus sex please and thank you

Happy mushy may

Mushy May Day 11: sitting in their lap

600 words, nsfw, rain/aurora, prompts by @forlorn-crows !

Read under cut or find all of mushy may on ao3

Rain and Aurora dry hump on the tour bus. It’s mostly princess banter.

(Trans rain btw, as always but just in case)

“You don’t get to complain when you hit your head” rain put his hand right above her, on the top of the bunk to try and soften the blow he knew was coming. She rolled her eyes and ducked further as she tucked herself into the small space, straddling rains lap.

It was an uncomfortable squeeze, as always. Back hunched over, eventually placing her hands on either side of his head to keep herself somewhat up right. Truly Aurora doesn’t know why she let him be the one to lay down. Maybe it was because he was a foot taller than her. Who knows.

“You’re the one who was feeling me up after the show, how come you get to be the bottom?” Aurora grumbled. She grabbed the curtain and pulled it across to close the bunk once more, a metallic hiss from the rings to let everyone know what they were doing. As if it wasn’t wasn’t already a bit obvious.

“It’s my bunk and I’m bigger than you, suck it up princess”

Aurora flicked him in the forehead, finally settling to sit in his lap fully. She tucked her hair behind her ear as it fell into her face from the awkward angle. The rest of the ghouls filed in after them, dew accidentally hitting the curtain with his foot as he climbed into the bunk above.

“Ok well if youre not playing princess tonight, then you do the work while I look pretty. Or at least take your pants off yourself” she grabbed his hand, placing it on her hip with an expectant look. Her other went to his jeans, flicking the button open.

Rain lifted his hips, shoving his pants down and fiddling with them with his legs to get them off. Aurora leaned down, grabbing his shirt and nosing at his neck while he struggled. They shifted once again to get comfortable, this time Aurora moving to sit on his thigh instead.

“Black lace? And you want to call me a princess?” Aurora snapped the waistband against his hip.

“I’m calling you a princess because you’re the one still complaining, when I was the one who wanted to look pretty for you Rory”

Rain punctuated his words with a pout, grabbing her waist to pull her down on his thigh, making her grind. Her leggings were practically painted on, the thinnest material she could probably get away with and rain could absolutely feel every degree of heat coming from her through them. She hummed with the feeling, eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction as she rocked again.

“You’re a lot prettier when you give me what I want” Aurora laid down fully on top of him, resting her head in the crook of his neck to place a little kiss on his pulse.

“Only if you’re reciprocating, move your leg give me something too princess”

She grumbled but ultimately leaned slightly the other way to put the weight of her thigh between his legs. He canted his hips up, grinding into her as well. They both gave a small gasp, now starting to move with more purpose.

There was a push and pull, hips practically slamming into each other while Aurora sucked marks into rains neck. He wove a hand through her hair to keep her there, pulling lightly like she liked. His eyes screwed shut as he moved, finding a new angle as her thigh drug over his clit.

“Forgot how good you feel” Aurora mumbled, “should just sneak into your bunk after every show”

There was a slow, syrupy sense to their movements. Something sweet like molasses as they both cuddled into each other. Aurora was warm, combating how cool rain usually ran. It was comforting, like sleeping with a heating pad.

“You’re always welcome to rora” rain sighed, pulling her closer from where she threatened to fall out of the bunk, “whatever makes the princesses happy”

[divine-misfortune]

I wondered if I could hold it and fall in love with it too

Mushy May, day 25: Idiots in love

Pairing: Dewdrop/Rain

Words: 1,283

Tags: Midnight snacks, play fighting, gross lovely-dovey flirting, idiots soo in love

Thank you @forlorn-crows for organizing my beloved

Read on ao3 or below the cut

In the dim yellow glow of the open fridge, Dew watched Rain’s stooped over silhouette shuffling items around the shelves aimlessly. There was nothing of worth in there and he knew that, but he was content to let Rain keep looking. Bent at the waist, his sleeping shorts hardly covering the lower half of his ass - yeah, Dew would let him look for another few minutes, and wait ever so patiently for Rain to come to the same conclusion. 

Beneath the clinking of glass clinking against itself, Rain hummed. Soft and easy to miss, though Dew however could never. His ears naturally perked up to the sound. A simple tune that he couldn’t quite recognize, carried on a tone that felt achingly familiar despite the rarity of Rain’s song. The melody Rain held inside of himself was perhaps his best kept secret, often his biggest shame, but always Dew’s favorite song. Water ghouls, their voices were something both divine and unholy. Enthralling to those, mostly, unfortunate enough to have it grace their ears. He, however, was fortunate. An exception to the spell due to his previous element. Dew was lucky enough to hear Rain’s voice, and Rain at times was desperate to be heard. But this was not one of those times, Rain simply hummed because he could, because he was with Dew. 

Rain’s tail flicked as his gentle croon came to an abrupt and slightly disappointing end, replaced by a delighted trill.

“Mm? What’d you find?” Dew asked as he slid from where he’d settled on the edge of the counter.

”Mountain tried to hide the goods.” He stood and turned to present a small plastic container in both of his hands. Lid popped up, Dew couldn’t help reciprocate a pleased noise. Of course Mountain of all ghouls had a secret stash of blackberries tucked into the far off corner of the fridge where nobody would think to look like some sort of treasure. “Told you I’d find something.” 

“That you did, I’ll never doubt you again.” Dew conceded. 

He plucked a plump berry from the top of the pile with a simple command of “open” that Rain complied with. Rewarded with the first taste of their find. His eyes fluttered delicately as it was pressed to his tongue. Dew dragged his thumb over his lower lip on the retreat, a chaste kiss pressed to the calloused pad before he could withdraw fully. 

“Good?” Dew asked.

“Mhm.” Rain nodded. “Here—“ he picked up a berry of his own and Dew didn’t need to be asked, or even told to open his mouth. His lips parted, welcoming the cool and too-brief brush of fingers and the sweet juice that bursted on his tongue when he finally bit down. “Good boy.” Rain teased and patted his cheek softly. 

He batted at Rain’s hand half heartedly. Aloof without the real intention of warding off the water ghoul’s affection, an act Rain saw right through. There was no mask he could wear that Rain couldn’t look past. It was a vulnerable way to exist, and at one time it terrified him, but these days Dew found safety in laying himself bare. Comfort in the fact he would always be known and in turn understood. Rain took the burden that he’d been shouldering for years in silence, he’d forgotten what it felt like to breathe easily and Rain gifted that back to him.

But Rain giveth, and Rain taketh away.

The water ghoul huffed and turned his nose up at him. “Fine, bad boy. Happy?” He popped another berry in his mouth and when Dew reached for the container again, used his height against him. Held the bowl well out of his reach. “No, nope.” Rain even twisted his body to widen the gap Dew was trying to close by getting on his toes. “No berries for bad boys, Mountain says so.” 

“Like you’ve ever listened to his rules before.” Dew snorted, trying and failing to swipe his prize away. “Don’t be a dick. C’moooooon! you’re gonna let me starve to death Rain? I didn’t take you for cruel.”

”Oh but I am,” Rain said rather smugly. “I’m cold blooded, remember?”

Dew made one final attempt to jump and snatch it back to no avail. He sagged against Rain with a drawn out whine. Leaned his full weight onto the water ghoul who hardly seemed bothered by the childish display of defeat. Dew loved that about him even if in the moment it was a bit grating. He turned his face upwards and sighed bodily. Rested his chin on Rain’s sternum and put on his best frown that deepened the longer he watched Rain feed himself despite his woeful display. 

He sighed a second, more exaggerated, time and slipped his arms around his waist. Snuck a hand under the bottom of his shirt to lay the flat of his hand on the small of his back. 

“You are so lucky you’re pretty.”

“I really am, aren’t I?” Rain grinned and tapped him on the tip of his nose. “Pretty and tall.”

”…I should break your knees for that one.”

”You wouldn’t, you like me on them far too much to do something like that.”

There was an attempt at a glare but Dew found it hard to keep anything about him harsh when it came to Rain. Always softened by those sapphire eyes. He heaved another sigh that was undeniably tinged with fondness that Rain reciprocated in that coy smile. He squeezed him around the middle. Quietly admitted defeat in exchange for Rain feeding him another blackberry that was followed by a quick kiss pecked to his lips. Dew couldn’t keep the dopey smile off his face if he tried.

“Love you, firefly.” 

He opened his mouth to respond in kind but didn’t quite get that far. The overhead light flicked on and sent both ghouls hissing and shielding their eyes. Two creatures who were designed for the dark at the deepest depths of the water, they’d entirely forgotten they had been standing in an entirely unlit room. 

Caught red-handed by a disheveled, still bleary eyed Aether who appeared to be just as blinded as they were. He squinted at them and pulled a hand through his unruly bed head, wearing that sour look he tended to sport when he was approaching his wits end. 

“Can you two close the fucking fridge if you insist on playing a loud game of grab ass at such an ungodly hour?” Aether asked and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Without waiting for a response, he turned and began to shuffle his way back towards his room, mumbling as he went. “Trying to send us into another fucking ice age or some shit…” 

Rain and Dew stood and stared after the quintessence ghoul until they heard his door click shut and the den fell back into an easy silence. They gave each other a quick glance out of the corners of their eyes, letting the pause drag out for another moment before breaking into a fit of barely stifled giggles and less than quiet shushing that slowly tapered off as they melted back into each other. Whatever gap Aether’s interruption created was closed. Rain’s arms came to drape over his shoulders and Dew’s hands found their home on his waist yet again. 

“Say it back.” Rain hummed, toying idly with the ends of his hair. “Said I loved you, so say it back.”

”I’ll say it however many times you want.” Dew chuckled and earned a little purr for all his charm. “I love you too. My Rainy baby…’Course I love you.”

”Just like to hear how you say it.” 

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 23: Scary Movies

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

Rain isn't a fan of Aeon's selections during movie night. Mountain tries to make him feel better. No warnings, 600 words.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

“I am a ghoul of Hell,” Rain complains. He pouts as he climbs into Mountain’s bed, and the earth ghoul cracks an eye open. “Princemade. Bane of the deepwaters of the Fifth. I should not be this worked up over some old human project.”

Mountain grumbles, pulling back the covers to accept Rain into his arms. “I take it movie night did not go well, tadpole?”

Rain huffs, shoving his cold nose into the crook of Mountain’s neck. “Not at all. Was Bug’s turn to pick, thought it would be a nice, easy B-rated, monster of the week type. You know, the type they usually go for?”

“Yeah?” Mountain says, tucking them both into the blankets. “What did they go with instead?”

Rain scowls petulantly, tail whipping nervously behind him, rustling the blankets. “They picked The Thing. And then Alien. Nope. Not letting Bug pick for three weeks.”

Mountain can’t help himself but rumble out a laugh, hauling Rain closer. “Poor tadpole. You alright?”

“Will be,” he mumbles, moving to bury his face in Mountain’s chest, and then freezing. “Acting like a fucking kit. There’s nothing inside you that’s gonna burst out. I’m being ridiculous.”

“It’s alright, Rainy baby,” Mountain coos, tucking his face into the crook of his neck instead. “They’re not real, you’re safe and everything will be alright.”

“I know. Just hate feeling like this. It’s not real. Why is it doing this to me?”

“It’s doing what it’s designed to,” Mountain murmurs into Rain’s hair. “Don’t hold it against yourself. Psychology is a hell of a thing, and it’s easy to manipulate. Some people enjoy it, and it’s okay if you don’t. I’m proud of you for watching them, though.”

“Thanks,” Rain whispers. Mountain realizes he’s shaking. He holds him even tighter. “Don’t get how people enjoy it.”

“It’s similar, I think, to how some people like rollercoasters. Or how we like the hunt. Think it’s about the thrill,” Mountain keeps his voice a low rumble, keeps his hand moving soothingly up and down his side.

“Makes sense,” he mumbles. Rain shifts in his arms, trying to get comfortable. “Don’t think I’m going to sleep tonight, though. It’s irrational and I hate it.”

Mountain kisses Rain’s temple. “What’s specifically scarin’ you, tadpole?”

It takes a moment for Rain to respond. “That somethin’s gonna get us in the dark. Like a kit.”

“Hush now, it’s not kittish,” Mountain whispers. “I won’t hear it. But I can help with it. Let me just, you’re okay.”

It’s a careful maneuvering as Mountain rolls their bodies over, shuffling under the blankets until Rain is tucked between Mountain and the wall. “Nothing’s gonna get you without going through me, and I won’t let it. Alright?”

Rain hums, feeling warm in his chest as Mountain pulls him back tight in his arms. “How’s that?” Mountain says, covering Rain’s body with his own.

“Better,” he whispers, curling his finned tail around Mountain’s own. “Thank you. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart. Now, if you can, try and get some sleep? If not, that’s alright. I’ll stay up with you.”

Rain whines a little, nuzzling into Mountain’s jaw. “Thank you, sunflower. Wait, what if I dream about-”

Mountain cuts him off with a gentle kiss. “I’ll wake you up if I feel you start to dream.”

“You’re not quintessence, how-”

“Light of my life, Rain, tadpole, my love,” Mountain murmurs against the side of Rain’s head. His breath makes Rain’s finned ear flick. “You kick when you start to have nightmares.”

Rain laughs sheepishly, and Mountain kisses him again.

[iamthecomet]

comet I NEED to see your take on love at first sight for mushy may with cumdrop pls also ilu <3

You say Cumdrop and I write 1.4k words about them because OOPS. also hi i love youuuuuuuuu ♥

As always, mushy may is organized by the incredible @forlorn-crows

Mushy May Day 5 (take two): Love at First Sight - Cumulus/Dewdrop

At the end of her first day Topside, Cumulus is exhausted. This body is strange, with it's growling hunger, and it's sensitivity to temperature and how much gravity effects her.

There are so many things to see, so many sounds and smells and feelings. She is taking it all in with acceptance and excitement and maybe the tiniest bit of anxiety. None of it is bad. It's just a lot.

The Cardinal is a good host. Thoughtful almost to a fault. He keeps looking over his shoulder to check to make sure she and Cirrus are still there. He's jumpy, excitable, unassuming in a way that makes Cumulus trust him almost instantly. Cirrus is a little more hesitant. But that's to be expected. No one wins Cirrus over in two hours.

"Now, we come to our last stop," Copia says, flourishing his arms toward a heavy arched door that leads to another wing in the Abbey. Cumulus doesn't know how they got here—she's going to get lost 500 times before she figures out the layout of this place, she already knows it.

Copia fumbles the key to the door once, twice, and Cumulus can feel his nervousness. Cirrus takes the key from his trembling fingers and unlocks the door for him. He offers her a sheepish smile and pockets the key swiftly when she hands it back.

Cirrus glances at Cumulus. "You're not going to lock us in here are you?"

Copia startles, he casts a horrified look between both Ghoulettes. "What? No? Of course not. Mountain keeps the keys, I'm sure he has them waiting for you. Come, come, your pack is waiting."

Another long suffering glance from Cirrus. Cumulus reaches forward and squeezes her hand. It's fine. That hand squeeze says. This is going to be great.

Copia leads them down a hallway, past bathrooms and a robust kitchen and dining room. There's a room that looks like a small library, and another that appears to be mostly empty except for a stone altar. They turn a corner and are met with a hallway lined with more thick doors. Each of them has a golden name plate on them.

Cumulus reads them as they walk by. Mountain. Rain. Ifrit….

Her room is already labled, about halfway down the hallway between someone named Dewdrop and Cirrus.

"This is where I leave you, my dears," Copia says with a low bow. "The rest of the pack is in the common room at the end of the hall, I imagine. If there is anything you need, please, do not hesitate. We have our first practice as a full band tomorrow."

"How will we know—"

Copia waves off Cumulus' questions. "The others will make sure you find your way."

He's gone like he possesses some strange magic, turning on his heels and disappearing into a flutter of robes around the corner. Cirrus looks between Cumulus and her bedroom door.

"I think—"

"I'm going to go introduce myself to the others," Cumulus cuts her off before Cirrus can try to convince her otherwise. "I'll bring you back a full report."

Cirrus smiles, she leans down to press warm lips against Cumulus' temple, and then she's opening her door, sliping through, and Cumulus is alone in the dark hallway.

She stands there for a moment, breathing in the scent of old wood and the heady smell of the Pack, a mingling of earthy smells that should set her on edge but instead…she'd never say it in front of Cirrus, not yet, but she feels like she's finally home.

She turns in the direction Copia pointed and walks toward the slant of warm light spilling from the room at the end of the hallway. She can hear the low murmur of conversation,laughter, ease. She's never had a pack—she's too busy wondering what it's like to see one of the bedroom doors (this one labeled Swiss) opening in front of her, or to notice the ghoul slipping out of it.

He turns one second too late and they collide. It's not a bad collision, enough to send Cumulus stumbling back and enough for the little ghoul—the culprit—to let out a string of surprised swears.

"Unholy fuck you scared the shit out of me—oh shit." He straightens up, posture immaculate in an instant as he tries to get his shit together and make a good first impression."You're one of the new girls."

Cumulus looks at him—studies him really. He's a little taller than her, and skinny. Built wiry and lithe like a water ghoul but the heat coming off of him says something different. He reeks of wood smoke and cinnamon and weed. His hair—long and somewhere between golden and strawberry blond—is pulled messily back from his face in a bun that looks like it's going to hurt to take out later. His white horns are short, but come to a wicked, deadly point. He is made of sharp angles, his lips twitch up at the corners and Cumulus can't help but think that this is what demons are supposed to look like.

Her vessel, soft and easy and round makes her unassuming, it's a good disguise. But this ghoul? whoever he is. No one will ever mistake him for anything other than one of Satan's favorites.

"Cumulus," she says finally, holding out her hand to him. He takes it. His hand is dry, almost too warm. She can't stop looking at his eyes. They're impossibly blue—and glamoured that way she's sure. As she studies him she can see the flicker of amber beneath them, a glitch in his ability to hold onto the ruse.

"Dewdrop," he tells her. "You're my new neighbor."

She likes him, she realizes. It's instant. She feels like a magnet drawn to his side—knows that it will not be this way when she meets everyone else. There is something about Dewdrop that calls to something in her and she is too tired and too in awe of this new world she's found herself in to want to fight it or understand it.

She smiles at him, and watches the way his face changes when he sees it—angles softening, tension in his jaw fading. "Guess so. I hope you're quiet."

He chuckles, it's a dark sound that makes something low in her belly turn to liquid. Oh. Oh no. She knows he feels whatever spark has crackled to life between them, knows it by the way his lips part just a little, by the crease in his eyebrows, by the way his eyes go fully amber for one full breath. She expects him to drop her hand, for that strange professionalism in his posture to take over. She senses it in him—something she sees in Cirrus. Perfectionism. Discipline. Devotion to the Dark Lord above all else.

"I have a feeling I'm going to disappoint you there, 'Lus."

But maybe he isn't as bad as Cirrus, because he doesn't let go. Instead he tugs n her hand until she steps closer and he can sling his arm around her shoulders. He pulls her into his warm, his fingers curled around her shoulder, squeezing, just a little. He turns them and guides her down the hallway toward the common room. She should pull back—Cirrus would punch him for this move. But she finds she doesn't want to. Despite the air of it, none of Dewdrop's movements feel cocky or arrogant. He touches her with a ease that feels like he's known her forever. Like all it took for her to become part of the pack was to be here.

"I'm pretty hard to disappoint actually," she says, looking up at him. "Just, if I bang on the wall—"

"Invite you over?" He grins and a flush follows it, warm and bright over his sharp cheekbones. Cumulus wants to chase it with her fingers—feel the heat of it.

"Who knew you were so accommodating?"

"It's one of my many talents."

"Somehow I doubt that."

Dew laughs again, squeezes her a little tighter. They step into the warm glow coming from the common room, snippets of conversation curl around Cumulus. She expects Dew to let her go as she step through the threshold, he doesn't.

"What about the other one?" He asks, nodding back toward the rooms where Cirrus has tucked herself away.

"Cirrus? Oh she's going to hate you."

[purlty23]

Mushy May Day 17: Hugs

Request for Cumulus and Velvet (Temptest) ghoulette hugging by @wrathofrats <3 Velvet design by @ghoulphantom and of course, promptlist by @forlorn-crows

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