#dewdrop x y/n

[nameless-ghoul-trash]

Sodo x F!Ghoul!Reader Pt.2

As requested, here is part 2 for my Sodo x Ghoul Reader. It's my first full smut, but I hope it meets your expectations!

MINOR DNI

Word count: 1.2k

Lightly proofread

Warnings: P in V, fingers, oral female receiving, degradation, slight praise. (If I missed any, let me know)

Part 1

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   The moment the door to Sodo's room closed, he pushed you against the wall. His lips landed on yours as his body presses into you. Slotting his leg between your thighs, the feeling his throbbing erection sends shivers down your spine. The fire low in your stomach grows with every touch, kiss, and sound. Growling Sodo grinds into you, his knee catching on all the right places. "You're always such a brat. Always so naughty." Kissing his way from your jaw to your caller bone, you turn your head to the side to give him better access. Grabbing you, he swung around and pushed you on the bed. "Strip." He demands taking his own clothes off. You happily do as you're told, but you're taking your time. Slowly bringing the hem of your shirt up, you lock eyes with him. Finally, bring it over your head. You let it fall to the ground. Then you go for your bra.

   Once your top half is bare, you reach down to work on your bottom half. With an impatient rumble, he loops his fingers into your waistband and pulls off your pants and underwear. Throwing your legs over his shoulders he lowers himself, bring his face to your exposed pussy. "Look at you so wet for me already." He drags a finger down yours slick, and brings it to his mouth.

   Sucking his finger clean, he held eye contact. Pulling his hand away from his face, he uses it to push you thighs open further and brings his face closer. Running his split tongue over your clit causing you inhale sharply and arch your back. He pulled away. "You want more of that." He taunted. "Yes!" You nod, tail thuding on the mattress. Flicking your clit again, he taunts you.  "How bad?"  "So bad. Please. Please. Please!" You sounded so needy. You were so fucking turned on and sensitive. Reaching down you intertwined your fingers in his long hair, griping his right horn with one hand. You use your grip to pull his face closer as you thrust up, needing the feeling of him giving your clit his undivided attention. Slowly he wraps his arms around your thighs and pressed his hands to you hips effectivly holding you down.

   "You've been such a naughty girl, tho. Naughty little slut. Giving me such a hard time. All the sass and sarcasm. The insults." His voice had a teasing tone in it. "Maybe I should just take what I want, leave you wanting. Leave you to think about your actions." At the last word he blows on your clit. You give a drawn out whine. "Please! Please, I need you!" You beg. Growling he finally began his assault on you aching pussy. Moaning at the sensation you tighten your grip on his hair.

   Drawing one of his hands lower, he replaced his tongue with his thumb and proceeded to tongue fuck you. The feeling of his ghoulishly long slipt tongue abusing your hole had your mind going blank, ripping a series of moan from you. The coil in the pit of your stomach begins to tighten. As he goes down on you like a man starved you can feel yourself getting close. Arching your back as that coil begins to come undone, the sensation stops. Let's out an unceremonious whine, your tail thuds on the bed, clearly irritated with the loss. Looking back at him, he smirks. Unraveling your hands from his hair you bring your fingers to your pussy to try and finish the job. Before you can make contact he grips your wrist. "Only good girls get to cum."  Standings, he brings his free hand to his cock, giving it a few lazily strokes. "Get on your hands and knees."  He let go of your wrist and motioned for you to move.

   Flipping around, you settle with your ass in the air.  Grabbing a hole of both ass cheeks, he spreads your lips with his thumbs and runs one through the ever growing pool of arousal. "Such a little slut. Your dripping wet." The sound you let out only fuel the fire. Pushing two long fingers in he sets a small pace, scissoring every few strokes. "You going to let me fuck you rough like a good girl?"  He produces a low rumble deep in his chest when you moan out a needy yes. He hastily removed his fingers from you. Rubbing the slick on the tip of his cock he lines himself up, keepingone handon your hip. In one fluid motion he drives into you, giving little time to adjust to his size.

   You both let out a moan as he bottomed out. "Take this cock so good." Pulling almost all the way out he slams back into you setting a brutal pace. Reaching he grabs ahold of your shoulder, fingers curling lightly around your throat. Using this new found leverage he drills in to you harder. Your tail wraps tightly around his forearm.  "So good. Feels so good." You could barely get the words out, so taken by the sense of him abusing your pussy. You are startled by the flat of Sodos tail rubbing aggressive circles on your neglected clit. More unintelligible word spill from your mouth mixed with heavy moans. The tight coil slowly begins to return.

   Sodo groans when your walls clinch around him. "You little whore. You love my cock deep inside you." Keeping his pace he pushes your shoulders down so your face is in the mattress. The new angle causing him to hit that sweet spot inside you. "Right there! Keep going! Please! Please! Please! Please! Don't stop!" You plead to him, moans racking your body. "You going to be a good girl for me?" He taunts. "Yes! Yes I'll be good! I'll be so good!" You cry out, the coil tight and ready to snap. He let's out a pleased grumble. After a few more thrust the coil snaps. A sob tears through you, your body trembling. Moaning he doesn't slow down working you through your orgasm. "That's it. Good girl."  His  thrusts begin to get sloppy and his breath uneven. With a low groan he comes to a full stop, filling your pussy with his cum.

   You unravel your tail from his arm, allowing him to let you go. Getting up, Sodo made his way to the bathroom attached to his room. You slide into the bed, staying face down. Sodo returning a minute or two later with a warm wash cloth walks back over to you. He had already taken care of himself. "Here, let me clean you up." His voice was soft. Rolling onto your side, you basked in his gentle touches. "How do you feel? Do you need anything?" His asked. "I feel good, tired, but good."  You give him a faint smile. "Can I stay here tonight?" You look away a little anxious. You had never stayed in any room but your own, and you half expected him to say no. "Of course you can!" You look to see him smiling.

   He pulled back the covers and motioned for you to get under. Quickly doing so, you make yourself comfortable.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this. As always, I appreciate any feedback! Requests are open! Nobody asked for it, but here's a picture of Sodo!

[kaisarionn]

I come with a fluffy Sodo x reader request (u can chose the gender idc) where Sodo realises the reader practically melts when Sodo nudges his forehead against theirs n rubs his nose against theirs and he loves the effect he has on the reader with that (maybe also with some of the ghouls teasing him about it bc they’re little fuckers ofc they’d tease him 💀)

A/n: this is so adorable I am blushing like an idiot! Lemme know if you want a pt2! Thank you for my first request!! Ficlet. Word count: 425. Estimated read time: 1m 33s. Fluff w/ some crack

SODO IS SOFT❤️

Walking out of the meeting you had with Seestor, you turn down the long hallway, walking briskly as you never liked this hallway, it was always excessively cold and smelled of frankincense and vanilla.

It had very few windows and the windows it did have, depicted images grotesque, even for a satanic church.

But you continue your walk towards Sodo’s room nonetheless, you had missed him as you had both been very busy that day, Seestor being very short-tempered with everyone trying to plan the summer tour; and with the new arrival Mr. Saltarian, every thing went to hell, almost literally.

You continue reviewing the important parts of the meeting but you are snapped out of your thoughts as you almost bump into a wall and realize, you had arrived a Sodo’s door, you give it a knock and hear his footsteps trek across the room, with a twist of the handle, the door creaks open, and with a warm smile he says “come on in.” as he gently grasps your hand, you make your way across the soft carpet, looking at all the trinkets scattered around, to the other side of the room.

You look at the bed and see that he had arranged it like an intricate nest, blankets scattered everywhere, pillows arranged obscure positions, almost as if he were trying to build a pillow fort.

You also noticed that the room was dimly lit by candles that smelled of beeswax and honey. You sit down gingerly next to each other, as in afraid to disturb the atmosphere and get comfy, with his arms wrapped around you, and your legs tangled around each other.

Basking in each other’s warmth, enjoying the other’s presence, as if nothing else matters. He carefully leans his forehead onto yours and you all but melt. He feels your weight sink further into him, looking down at you he chuckles “amore mio, you are too sweet for this world.” Loving the way you reacted, he does it again, but this time he gently rubs his nose against yours, and you’re practically a puddle.

He continues to do this, for what feels like an eternity, a beautiful, blissful, eternity. he leans in to do it again, but just then Aether bursts in followed by Swiss, he is shocked at the display of affection for a moment before yelling “HEY IT’S TIME FOR DINNER LOVE BIRDS!” while Swiss just stands there laughing. Your face heats up in embarrassment as Sodo jumps up to chase them around the church— damn it Aether!

[in-ghost-we-trust]

No dew on the morning grass

Chapter 2

Dewdrop x reader

Rain x reader???

A rewrite of twilight new moon

When dew left you crumbled into pieces, you've blocked out everyone

Rain = jacob???

Swiss = mike???

Also so very sorry this is so bad I'm on my phone not my computer, I haven't used my phone to post somthing on tumblr in years and I've completely forgot how to find bold and italics so pleaseeee don't judge I'm working with what I got

You haven't left your room in days, why should you? He's left and there's nothing else for you out of this room. When you do let yourself think, you realize that it sounds mean seeing how you have the rest of your friends, rain primaril. He was your best friend since he was summoned, you"ve been to peas in a pod ever since.

The first couple of days you didn't leave your room, he'd tried and tried to get in or you to come out, just anything, somthing. After you never did he would sit outside your door and tell you about his day, any stunts swiss pulled, mountains new flower beds for spring. He'd never get a reply but he could hear you shuffle out of bed to sit on the other side of the door, head pressed to the cool wood. You listened to him, took everything in. Anything he told you, you'd think about it when your mind wasnt on dew. As much as you wanted to open up that door and see rain, as much as you wanted his embrace, his familiar face, his safety, you couldn't bring yourself to open it. Your room was your salvation, no questions, no looks, you could just sleep, forget or dive into your grief, make yourself feel all the pain again and again. The pain was the only reminder that he was real, when mountain brought you back the pictures you had hanging from a line of fairy lights were gone, the blanket he got you for Christmas? Gone. All the shells he had dived into the lake by the abbey for you? Gone. It was as if wherever he had gone he had tied strings to anything that would directly remind you of him and tied them to himself and walked away.

You were in your bed when you heard it, the lock of your door being wiggled and a soft click, you weren't facing the door, you couldn't see who was comming in. Did you even want to look? You shut your eyes praying whoever this was would think you were asleep. A soft creak at the end of your bed sent a shiver down your spine, it didn't cross your mind it might be a creep or a werido until then. Staying still you heard soft foot steps and some rustling next to you. Your bed was about four feet from the window, you and dew had picked out a rocking chair when you both decided which one of your rooms to stay in when you became a couple. You hear it quietly creak like someone was sitting in it and rocking back and forth. A hand brushed stray pieces of hair away from your forehead, you fought the instinct to shoot your eyes open. The hand was cool and remind you of the smoothness of a rock. The hand left your skin and footsteps lead to the bathroom, the sound of water and more creaks towards you sounded in your ears. Your arm is lifted and a cold rag ran over it, you haven't even noticed you were burning hot, the rag moved to your other arm and the sheets you had covering you were moved away and you could feel the coolness of water run over your legs and stop just above your knee, at least whoever this is, is respectful. You heard a little drip drop of water and felt wetness on your face, gentle and safe, like you would wash a small child after they fell off their bike in the mud. It leaves your face and you don't feel anything else until a small part of your hair is moved, like someone trying to play with it. The rocking chair creeks and sounds like it is being pulled closer to the bed more than the window. You buck up enough to open your eye enough to look asleep and to see whoever it was.

Rain sat there looking at you, fingers fidgeting with the tips of your hair. You shut your one eye again. You relax a little bit but your brain starts to wonder. How long has he been doing this? How did you never notice? You decide to flip on your stomach to face him more, you feel his hands snatch away and a sharp intake of breath. You pretend to mumble somthing. You hear a shaky exhale and him starting to talk "I couldn't sleep again, swiss thinks it's werid for me to be here but I have to know your okay, I miss you so much ______ I mean everyone does but everyone has someone else" your stomach drops "cumulus and cirrus and sunshine, aether and swiss, mountains always been more to himself but me? I don't have you anymore" you feel like crying, you've been so caught up with your own heartache you've caused one "whenever you're okay and come back, I'll be there, as much as you need me" thank satan you had your eyes closed because if not tears would have been running down your face. You don't know what to do, you feel you have to do somthing. You "mumble" in your "sleep" again and stretch a arm out from under your head and let it flop on the arm of the rocking chair. You feel his hand take yours, it was a awkward angle but it was nice to feel his skin on your own. "I miss you so much _____" he whispers and traces your hand with his index finger. You actually do start to fall asleep with his voice as a lullaby. When you wake he's not there, your door is locked and there's no rag by your bed, no water, the rocking chair back in its spot. No evidence of him, just like dew.

Thanks to @the-fem1n1ne-urge for commenting, it really gave me motivation to write

Also sorry for no word count I'm writing this in tumblr and not my normal word docs

[black-moon-bunny]

Forgiveness and Rituals.

Swiss made his move in order to get the sister's forgiveness, the Cardenal returns to the church after his trip and some big news are lingering in the upper clergy and Dewdrop is trying to get lucky. Beneath the weight of her own actions Sister y/n has to make decisions and look at her heart.

Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter Four

Couples: Fem!Reader x Swiss, Dewdrop x Swiss, Drewdrop x Reader.

Warnings: Y/N is used, Threesome, Oral sex, A horny bisexual trio between the reader Swiss and dewdrop, a lot of plot, Praise Kink, Dirty talk They fuck on a bus and hallway so maybe a bit of public exhibition NSFW, Minors DNI +18. All of the pictures were taken from the internet so credits to the people who made them.

Word Count: 14k.

A.N: First of all, I want to apologize for submitting this so late, I had one of the worst couple of weeks that I could imagine, I got an awful cold, My dad got sick again, I had a lot of personal issues, my laptop died and the worst of them all, my beloved childhood dog "Mota" passed away at 16 years old. So a pretty crappy two weeks. As an apology, this chapter is full of plot and smut. I know that is long as fuck,but once I started, I couldn't drop it and I kept writing, I thought about splitting it in two but for me it wouldn't make sense so there it is. Again, I'm so sorry for the delay, I'm already writing chapt 4 so is not going to be thaat late. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Have a good reading!

Swiss got up earlier that every ghoul in the den, he tried to not wake up anyone, so nobody could stop him before leaving. He knew that he wanted to do things right this time so, he decided to give her a surprise, nothing fancy just a tiny detail. As Cirrus said to him, he needed to apologize and show her that he was indeed sorry for everything. He went again to the library, before she woke up and set the place, he cleaned his mess from the night before and put some fresh flowers that he stole from Primo's garden. He wrote her a note "Sorry. I'm an asshole." With a happy face and then left. He decided that after breakfast he was going to try go and talk to her again, with the gift he was just testing the waters.

As he walked his way to Primo's morning mass, he stood a bit in front of her room's door, kind of waiting for her... But he knew better, so he left to the mass, waiting to see her there. But she never went, he waited the whole mass to see a glimpse of her, but he never saw her. After the mass ended, as he was about to leave Primo stopped him.

—She never misses a Mass. What did you do?

—I didn't do anything! I just helped her yesterday that's all.... —He tried to leave again but with his cane Primo stopped him again.

—You have marks all over your neck, are you sure that you just helped her? ....

—I was with another sister yesterday... I didn't do anything, maybe she fell asleep or something.

—If she does not appear for breakfast, I'm going to make you go and get her. If you didn't do anything, you should not have a problem with going to her room to see if she is fine don't you Swiss? —Primo was dead serious, Swiss just nodded and left. He felt a bit guilty again, maybe she fell asleep late after their "meeting"

But he didn’t see her at breakfast either, that’s when he got worried. He left his seat to go find her when she appeared next to Primo, he was relieved in a way. But she seemed sad, her eyes were a bit puffy, and her overall expression seemed defeated. The guilt only grew bigger inside him, he needed to talk to her, make things right.

She was tired, in fact she fell asleep, and she wasn't going to have breakfast either but Primo went to looking for her directly at her room.

— Sister y/n, are you up?

She tried to fix her face a bit and dress quickly to open the door, Primo seemed worried about her state, who could blame him? She sure looked like crap.

—I’m sorry Papa, yesterday I didn't sleep at all, I assume that I missed morning mass didn't I?...—She looked defeated, she knew that she failed not only with the mass but with her work

— Figlioletta, what happened? You seem ill, are you okay?

—I just... couldn't sleep yesterday, maybe I got a cold or something but I'm fine Papa, thank you for worrying about me...

—You never failed one mass, and after our talk yesterday you left me worried. Are you sure that thus doesn't have anything to do with a certain ghoul?...

She tensed up a little, but she tried to brush it off with a sweet fake smile.

— Swiss? Oh no, I haven't seen him since yesterday when he was helping me with the books...

— I'm going to believe you child, but please don't starve yourself. Come with me to the dining room to breakfast.

—Y-Yes Papa...

They walked slowly, Primo was talking to her about how he knew that something was going on with Swiss and her, but also knew that if he talked about it they could get in trouble.

— Sister, I know the thrill of the ghouls but if they hurt you, you need to tell me. They can be dangerous when they want to. But, I don't think that they will, Copia's ghouls are a lot to handle, but they are not pure evil like the first ghouls of the church. They are well behaved but can create a lot of mischief, and sometimes they forget their ghouls strength...so if you are going to indulge with them be careful, and don't worry about Sister Imperator, the old man gives her enough problem for her to worry about you and if she does, I will talk with her...

She entered the room and she could feel how she was being watched again, but between everyone in the tables she recognized his favorite red and black suit. She smiled a bit, maybe she could go and talk to him, that sure could lift her spirit a bit. So she walked to the table in which the Cardinal was, but she didn't saw Terzo seated next to him until she was right at the table.

—I’m sorry Papa, may I have a little time with the Cardinal ? If you are not busy...

—Oh no no no, take a seat sí? ....Hey you are the piccolina working at the library, aren't you? —He took her hand and kiss it with a subtle wink of his eye towards her.

— She has a name Papa. I was looking forward to seeing you sister y/n. —Copia smiled— I have brought some interesting additions to the library, I hope you have some time in the afternoon to check them out.

—Oh I would love that, they are in Latin? Maybe we need to build another shelf just for the Latin books, we have to many and they are spread all over the library...

—Si, if you want to do that I will communicate it to Sister Imperator and get the materials ready

—You have quite a passion for your job sister y/n. I'm glad to see that you two make good company to each other. —Terzo smiled— I wonder if you are as passionate as with your work in other more fun areas....—He winked his eye and left the table laughing a bit, she was sure a sweetheart blushing like that for a small comment. Despite his jokes he was not feeling up to flirt today, he was tired and the morning news from Imperator ruined his mood.

—Mi scusi per...all of this , Terzo is always like that you see...—He was nervous, the reunion with the clergy un the morning had stirred up all of his anxiety, but seeing her calmed the feeling a bit.

— Oh I know...But he is quite charming, sorry for bothering you at breakfast Cardinal ...Do you mind if I seat?

—Copia, you know you can call me Copia. And you never bother me dolcezza, about the books. How do you think we should arrange them? I have noticed that the library is quite... old-fashioned...Terzo suggested maybe a change in the decoration...the arrangements maybe?...

—I do think that is a bit outdated, but is wonderful...maybe some changes could improve the looks...and it's always so empty, I know that some sisters and brothers would enjoy spend more time in the library...

—Si , Si I believe that too...—He handed out to her a sweet tart he had on his plate— I brought these from Italy, Sister Imperator loved them...take one, cheer up. You seem... defeated today. Si si, like a deflated balloon....

—You are so sweet Cardinal...thank you —She laughed a bit at his strange expression of worry for her. And for his examples. — I have been feeling like shit lately...—She laughed a bit, she used to not curse in front of the clergy, but with Copia it came naturally, he was different from the upper clergy, more closed to Terzo's but with a dash of Secondo and a unique style for himself. The charming rat man who rode a tricycle around the abbey, the same man that in front of the stage seemed like a demon, with his mismatched eyes, the ones that can be deadly scary when he was serious about something. When she spent time around him withing the first three months of her stay at the abbey, working at the library and helping him with some paperwork she felt at ease in his presence, she felt comfortable around him. He was more close to the people she liked to hangout during her university years.

—Si? Why? Is there something wrong? .... you know that you can come to me if you need something, si?

— Yes, I know... It's nothing really...I just felt like I'm going through a tough time inside here...—She pointed her head — Bad thoughts and stuff...—She looked at the table of the ghouls, she saw Swiss talking with one of the ghoulettes. His neck was a bit bruised, she knew why...And besides the feeling of anger there was a hint of jealousy.— I'm begging to think that I'm crazy, or a fucking prude in this place... everyone seems to have fun you know?

Copia noticed that she was looking to the ghoul table, he raised an eyebrow, she was interested in one of the ghouls?

— If you are talking about them, I can introduce you to them if you want, I wasn't aware that you enjoyed danger so much...—He brushed a strain of hair behind her ear before it landed in her coffee and made soft short laugh before returning to serious— Be careful si? They can be a little...too much...—He nodded while remembering the time that Sodo burned his bed after a makeout session with a brother of the church, or the time that Cirrus and Sunshine were found having sex with one sister after a ritual in the gardens — A bit much...

— I-I don't see them as that...well. I kind of do but it doesn't matter...how did you...ugh...I just had a ... misunderstanding with Swiss...and it made me feel bad, but I know that I shouldn't take this so personally, I'm sure he really meant no harm, but he angered me...

—Do you want me to talk with him?

—N-No it's fine...I'm still mad but, I hope that I can solve this soon

—Okay Okay, I get it...But Sister, if there's anything that I can do for you please don't hesitate to talk to me. —He smiled to her, a little shy smile before standing up, Imperator made him a sign to go and talk to her. — If you excuse me dolcezza, I need to go, duty calls...—He put his hand on her shoulder before leaving — You know, besides being savages they are good company, and we both know that with me gone you will need a little of that.

Breakfast ended and everyone returned to their work. As she walked her way to the library, she couldn't stop thinking about the last thing that Copia said to her "with me gone". He had another long trip. He will be attending to the sub unities of the church around the world? She sure would miss him but, that lonely she looked for him to notice? That sucked.

She arrived at the library only to find everything tidy, clean and some fresh flowers in her desk. They had a note " Sorry. I'm an asshole." She laughed a bit, she couldn't deny that it was a cute detail, and that he seemed to really care about her forgiveness because the library seemed as clean as it could be, even the armchair. She was about to start organizing some books when the reflection in the window stopped her.

— Did you liked the flowers?....—Swiss was there, standing against a wall, looking at her.

Without turning around to look directly at him, she answered

— Yes...I like the flowers thank you...

— Sister y/n ...I'm truly sorry. It was a dick move from my part. I shouldn't have put you in this situation...And please don't believe that the library was my only motivation! I swear! After seeing you and talking to you, you seemed sooo... appealing to me...I know that it’s wrong also, but you have to understand, your scent and your body were calling me!

—Stop it Swiss...—She tried to contain her laugh, the whole apology was a mess, but she felt that it was an honest apology. And she was not going to forget the fact that she was "appealing" to him. —Stop talking and think for a moment, you are making a mess of yourself!...I know that you ghouls have heats and everything but it's not my fault, learn how to control it or something!....

— I do control myself don't be so cocky. It was just a specific situation, that's all. And it's true! You are quite something....And I'm not the only one who thinks so, Cirrus thinks the same...You are special, I don't know why but you are. And I screwed I know but it's not going to happen again and I will talk with the other ghouls to say that no more library night meetings so you can keep your job...

— So, ghouls do feel remorse?...

— We do...don’t mock at me, Primo was about to send my ass down to hell again.

— He was? I don't blame him! You acted like an asshole...and listened to a conversation that you misunderstood.

— Yeah....but, just for you to know...I was thinking about fucking you before hearing your little chit chat with Primo.

— And that's an apology?...—She laughed at last, she felt good knowing all of this. So, he was thinking about her the whole time? Interesting.

— I'm trying my best; I do not often apologize Sister. And I'm being honest, but I was surprised to see you enjoying my little show...—He had a slight smirk while saying this, he couldn't help it. She still was smelling as good as the night before...

— I was not...Ah ok, you win. I was, but it's not my fault I mean...—She finally turned around to face him , a little bit blushed and shaky. — All of the sisters always tell stories about how good feels to fuck one of the masked ghouls from the Ghost Project. Do you known how many times I have heard sisters talking about your band mates? Too many! To many tales from Cardinal Copia's Ghouls.

— Cardinal? He is not a cardinal anymore sweets. Didn't you find out? —He got a bit close to her, looking at her eyes. — Terzo is leaving the papacy. Our big boy Cardinal Copia is going to be the new Emeritus the Fourth, something about a vision from Secondo and some tricks under the sleeve of Sister Imperator.

—H-He is? He didn't...say anything to me this morning...

—It’s kind of a secret, they are going to announce it out loud in today's ritual...so, you were saying that the sisters always talk about us?

—Yeah...—Her voice and demeanor change a bit, if Cardinal Copia was going to be Papa...that means that she was not going to be able to call him Copia anymore? No more time at the library? No more working together? Organizing books until late?

Swiss noticed the change in her mood, she was suddenly sad again.

— You care a lot about Cardinal huh?

— What? No... it's just surprising to say the least. —She tried to mask her feelings— He was one of the first people that I meet here, she is...the closest I have to a friend here...

—Hey don't be ashamed, it's fine. He is a weird man, but he is also very kindhearted and he puts a lot of passion on the rituals. He is going to do fine.

— Yeah....Hey don't try to make me forget that I'm mad at you for being nice! —She tried to forget about what Swiss said about Cardinal and Terzo, he was right. He sure was amazing in the rituals, and she couldn't wait to support him as Papa. But, at the same time she was a bit worried, he didn't seemed to react well to so much pressure and being Papa was a lot of it.

—I’m not trying to do that! I was just worrying about your sudden change of mood. Besides, you were saying something about how you are jealous of the sisters who had the chance to be with us?

— I never said that! —She blushed pushing him a bit with his hand, he felt warm to the touch. A nice warm.

—Oh but you were about to say it...don't lie to me little bunny. —He pinched his nose a little, making her sneeze right after. — But...As I was telling you, I never thought that you were such a dirty sister, jerking off to one of your sisters being fucked...dirty dirty dirty....

—Stop...It's not my fault I'm not built from stone you know? And...it's none of your business how dirty I am.

—But it could be, you only have to say the word and I will indulge in that sweet scent of yours. —He cleared his throat before standing straight looking at her and extending his hand to her— So... you forgive me for being an asshole? And almost ruin your job?

She seemed to hesitate, she looked at him with a serious expression

—With one condition....

—Which one? ...

—You are going to finish the book that I recommended to you. I took my favorite books very seriously, you know? And you did not appreciate that...—She was blushing, she knew that it was an stupid request, but she was really passionate about the books.

—Are you for real? Is that your only request? Well, I'm going to put another offer on the table. I read the book, and...I will give you the other gift that I had prepared for you... —He smiled to her, dead serious about his offer

— Just... finish the book, I'm sure that you will enjoy it...another gift? Apart from the flowers?

Swiss looked for something in his pockets until he found it. A dark red ticket, wrote in black and gold, he showed it to her and then left it in her hand.

— This is...a ritual pass!?

—It’s going to be a hell of a ritual, Copia is going to be anointed as Papa today, and you don't seem to go outside very often. It's an all-free pass, and because I gave it to you.... —He took the pass and wrote his "name" on the back. — You can go backstage with us after, and before if you want to.

She was delighted, it was an awesome gift for sure. And she was going to be there for Copia's anointing! She took the pass and looked at the name that Swiss wrote.

— Swiss Army Ghoul? ...—His handwriting was messy, but legible.

— Yep, that's me. —His smile grew bigger with pride.

— Swiss Army...really? Why? Were you a fighting ghoul or something?

— Oh, well...I'm a multi-ghoul, I don't have a particular "element" or characteristic. I'm all of them! ...and Terzo said that I was like a Swiss Army Knife full of surprises and perfect to create mayhem. Ah and also because I play too many instruments...but I do say myself that I'm very good at fighting, sadly sister Imperator doesn't let us fight anymore...

She began to laugh, when he was not actively trying to get under her dress, he was adorable. And that name really suited him, he was a lot.

—Ok Ok...apology accepted, but please talk with the rest of ghouls.... I really don't want to lose this job. And... if I'm honest with you, it is not the job. It's the room...I have a whole room for myself, and I can be myself in there... without being judged by other sisters and stuff.

— Judged? Why? You are pretty cool...maybe a bit of a nerd but who cares? -He pinched her cheek making fun of her a bit—

— Yeah, I'm a bit of a nerd...and I like not so gothic and satanic stuff you know?...—Why was she talking so much about herself? She was mostly ashamed of some of her hobbies for not being "dark enough".

— Ah...don't worry for those type of things! Only morons worry about those things! Cirrus loves birds, Sunshine loves miniatures and tiny things, Mountain is very in touch with nature and loves gardening with Primo. Cumulus watches cartoons with Sodo and Rain every day.

—Well...for some sisters I was not the perfect embodiment of a satanist you know? Too "bright" too "colorful".

—They are just jealous that you have an actual personality and are not just a one sided picture like some of them, and I'm being honest I have met a lot of sisters and brothers that doesn't have anything more to them that "their darkness" and that's lame.

—You are just saying this to me to make me feel better but I will accept it just because you gave me the ticket...

— Ahhh. You are unbelievable, let's get something clear, you are interesting, and charming. And I'm sure that you would get along just fine with the rest and if they don’t appreciate that, their lose not yours.

She couldn't help it, her body reacted by itself and hugged him tight, hiding in his chest, trying to hide some of the tears that fell from her eyes. She blamed her sensibility on her hormones, on the fact that she was tired...on the fact that she was lonely most of the time, and this morning she was being treated with such love and care from Primo, Copia and now Swiss. She felt loved for the first time in a long time.

—Thank you...

Swiss was a lot of things, he could be an asshole, a total jerk, a fucking despicable little demon...But he had a heart, he cared about the right people, and he could see that she was the type of "right people".

—If you cry, I'm going to make fun of you and then give you a kiss —He took his mask off with his left hand, with his right hand he was still holding her close to him.

— It doesn't count, I'm already crying...

—Then, I already make fun of you...—He grabbed his chin and before she could say anything he kissed her, Nothing lustful, nothing more than a sweet caring kiss. Soft and warm. After letting her go she was not crying anymore, she was red yeah, but at least not crying.

— You dumb...— She didn't feel like that kiss was anything more than a soft warmness to her heart.

— You are too soft, like, too soft for your own good. And it's ok I swear, but I cannot let you go around life like that all alone...—He kissed her forehead — I have to go, I have to practice with the ghouls before the big ritual...Hey, I will go get you by...seven the ritual starts at ten but you are going with us in the bus. You will love the rest of the ghouls and ghoulettes!

— Swiss I need to work here until eight...

—Close early, come on, nobody will notice anyways, and if they do you can say that you felt sick and went to bed early! I'm going to be waiting for you in the garden of Primo at seven. —He put his mask again and blow her a kiss before leaving

She couldn't believe that all of that happened, the kiss, the ticket to the ritual. The weird apology from Swiss and the warm feeling that surrounded her today. She woke up defeated and ready to give up, and as Secondo told her once, her calling was strong enough. She was at home and felt great about all of it...but meeting the ghouls was a complete another deal, and she was kind of nervous.

She kept working to finish everything early and avoid overthinking, as she was taking books of the shelves someone knocked and then entered to the library

— Sister y/n , Cardinal Copia sent me with this for you...

She turned around and found herself in front of a gorgeous pale blueish grey skin ghoulette, she was just a bit taller than her and she looked like a goddess, she was without her mask and her curly hair with that beautiful blue undertone shined in the lights of the library, y/n felt awestruck for a moment. Then the ghoulette spoke again softly.

—Are you okay? You seem a bit.... impressed....

— I... I am....you are really pretty....Oh Satan, I did say that out loud? I'm so sorry....

Cirrus laughed, she was a cutie just as Swiss and Dew have told her. And she was really pretty, her y/e/c eyes, she indeed had doe-ish eyes. Her body seemed soft and huggable, she was sure that Sunshine and Cumulus would love her at first sight too.

—It’s okay Sister y/n....You are really pretty too; the guys were right about you....

Guys? Plural? She only knew Swiss, who were the other ghouls that knew her?

— Guys?...

—Oh you know , our "lovely" Swiss, Dewdrop and Aether had been talking a lot about you...

— I...I only have met Swiss...

—Yeah...but the others are aware of your presence in the abbey. You will find out....—She looked behind the sister to the bouquet of flowers and the ticket on the desk. — Oh, so Swiss actually apologized? He was going nuts yesterday....I'm glad that you two are on good terms...

—He did...Sorry I don't know your name yet and you already knew a lot about me....—She blushed again—

— Ohhh yeah...I forgot that part of presentations. I'm cirrus, one of the ghoulettes....—She grabbed her hand and kissed it. — Nice to finally meet you...

She was bright red again, even the ghoulettes where beautiful and masters in making her blush and giggle She smelled like fresh air and spring, it was sweet and made her heart feel calm and relaxed. How gorgeous she was, totally perfect from head to toe.

— T- Thank you....—She looked at the books that Cirrus brought to the library — So....this are the books from the Vatican? Our Cardinal did such a great job...—She looked through the pages, gold corners, drawings, symbols. Every shape, every color, the smell of old book in her nostrils, bringing back memories of the time she spent alone in the library reading and cleaning. Books of demonology, angels, ghouls... Ghouls? There were no ghoul books in the library, she knew that Cardinal and Papa Secondo had copious amounts of Ghoul related books, how to summon them, how to treat them, what to expect from them...but she had never seen one. She would maybe read it later.

Cirrus watched carefully how she went through the pages, how she treated the books with care and how she showed interest in the book of ghouls. Her mind wandered for a minute, if Secondo's vision was about her...she would soon become much more important to the church, she would be stripped from some of her liberties as human and maybe she would not like her new life...A part of Cirrus wanted the vision to be a lie, to be mistaken...even knowing that Secondo never fails with his visions. The anointment of Copia, the untold truth of his bloodline. The true about his own place in this church. Every one of them was true, every one of them was right what Secondo envisioned. What their master desires for his lambs.

— Thank you, Cirrus....these books are wonderful — Y/n smiled at her. — If you want to come and take one after I organize them you are more than welcome here.

The sound of her voice brought back Cirrus to the room, she forgot for a minute the books and just smiled at her, she seemed so full of life talking about her interests.

— I would love to, If you excuse me I have to go, need to prepare for the ritual tonight....

— Oh! I will see you there then...Swiss invited me to the ritual...—She showed her the ticket — He wanted me to go with him in your bus...if that's okay with you all...

— Oh sister, nothing would make us happier, but I have to warn you. They are going to be all around you, and we misbehave a lot without Copia in the room to stop us.... —She winked at her with a mischievous smile, similar to the one that Swiss gave her. — You should dress comfortably, and ....please, enjoy yourself...—She gave her a quick hug and left with a huge smile , what Swiss had told her was totally true...She smelled amazing, Sunshine was going to love her.

Y/N was completely red and amused, all the ghouls are like that? How would she survive on the bus with all of them!? She looked at the clock, she still had two hours before going, she took the book about ghouls and began to read it. Most of it was in Latin, so she would need the help of Cardinal Copia...Well, no. Emeritus the Fourth to solve them...She still was a bit worried about his beloved cardinal turning into one of the Papas, but she tried to brush of those feelings. She needed to be happy for him and show him how much he deserves his new title. But....what was going to happen with Terzo? She believed that she did a great job also, and as happy as she is for Copia...Terzo was a good papa too, maybe she could bring him a little sweet, something "casual" just a coincidence, but a nice gesture nonetheless.

As sister y/n prepared the last two hours of work, Swiss was with the rest of the ghouls, a bit anxious. He wanted to see her, get some more of her scent, feeling her close to him. Even after apologizing to her and being in good terms, he couldn't erase from his mind the memories of her giving herself pleasure while watching him...her beautiful face that expression of lust and need. He needed to be responsible for that expression, make her moan his name and let his hands wander freely over her body. But he was not going to be that guy with her, he was going to try his best to not be an asshole. He was lost in his thoughts when Sodo threw a pick to him

— Hey dipshit, we were talking to you....You invited the sister of the library to the ritual? —Sodo walked closer to him — You want to fuck her huh?

— Yes I want, but I didn't invited her for that...she is nice, and she seems lonely...You have friends between the sisters and brothers too, she is...I hope she becomes a dear friend to me..

—She will...—Cirrus arrived at the den and Swiss smelled y/n 's scent in her clothes....he growled a bit under his breath.

— You were with her?...

— Jealous?...—Cirrus laughed at him — I was, we were talking about some books that Copia handed out to me for her. She is the cutest thing in this church, isn't it? Don't be selfish Swiss, if you bring her...you know that everyone is going to want a slice of that sweet pie.

— I'm not jealous....but I saw her first! And she is my guest tonight. So, each one of you, play nice. Be nice to her, and especially you...—He grabbed Sodo by the chin and made him look at his eyes. — You are worse than me sometimes...don't make her feel uncomfortable or I will cut your dick off.

— Don't worry Swiss...If I'm going to chase her it will be in her own terms, I'm a nice ghoul...—He licked his fangs with a smile.

— Play nice...—He saw the hour and picked up his things — I'm going to bring her here first, don't be assholes.

Sunshine and Cumulus nodded enthusiastically, rain and mountain were a bit lost on what was going on, they missed part of the conversation because they were lost in their own world for a moment, hugging and cuddling but nodding like they did understand. Sodo was exited, he wanted to talk to her and ask her...maybe she was a witch! And if she was, how awesome that would be!

Swiss still had half an hour so he took a quick shower and dressed for the ritual, maybe a bit much but this ritual was special so, he would dress nicely for the new Papa. And maybe for her too. After dressing he went up to the library and waited outside, after a couple of minutes he knocked the door of her room.

— Coming! —She was ready to go, just needed a couple of shoes and her earrings. She opened the door and smiled at him — You were supoused to wait on the garden huh?— She laughed a bit—I only need to put on my shoes....do you want to come in?

Swiss smiled; she wanted him in her room? Again, he needed self-control to not lose it completely. She didn't want to screw it up again, but she looked so cute. A black silk dress up to a bit above her knees, a leather corset and silk stockings with a short leather jacket in case it gets cold. She looked gorgeous. He went inside, her room was filled with her scent. The bedsheets seemed so soft and he was sure that they were scented like her also.

— Sorry for the mess, I was looking for my best comfortable shoes and made a whole mess of my room.... sit on the bed if you want, I don't have any chairs...well I have one but it's full of dirty laundry....—She blushed, there she was again with her oversharing of information. She couldn't help it.

—It’s okay, don't worry.... if it weren't for Rain and Cumulus our den would look even worst, like a war zone. —He laughed a bit, but it was true. Sodo was a mess, he was not better, mountain was tidy, but he also made a mess with his sweaty shirts and copious amounts of drumsticks all over the den. Rain and Cumulus got tired of it and made everyone clean their rooms and common places.

— Do you think this would be comfortable enough? —She was wearing a pair of platform boots, made her look taller but were much more comfortable than heels.

Swiss was lingering his gaze over her legs, so soft and they seem longer with the platforms on. They would look very nice in his shoulders.

—You look gorgeous...I'm going to have a lot of problems keeping my hands to myself....—He licked his fangs while moving his gaze all over her body —

— Swiss.... —She was bright red again, maybe she could play a bit.... Primo said that as long as she took care of herself, she could indulge with the ghouls. She walked closer to him and took a seat in his lap, looking at him. — Maybe...just maybe if you behave ....I can give you a treat after the ritual....

Swiss hands were fast and grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him, making her press against his lap a bit hard.

— You are trying to make me lose my mind don’t you sister? ....

— I'm not.... I just think that...maybe we could have a good time, something to make even clearer that we are friends... aren't we?...—Her chest was dangerously close to the ghoul face, he was having a hard time not kissing or biting the skin in front of him.

— We still have a couple of minutes left before....

—Nope....—She smiled at him and kiss the mask in the forehead and stood up from his lap— It's only if you behave during the ritual...—She winked at him with a sly smirk in her face.

—You are punishing me aren't you?....—He sighed and stood up from the bed walking to the door.

— Yeah....I am, maybe a bit. You deserve it....but you are going to be a nice ghoul today are you?...

— I will....but if I do, you will have to give me my treat....—He grabbed her ass and squeeze it between his hands, not to hard but not soft either. She was feeling the heat in her core stirred up a bit. — And I'm a bit hungry for some sweets....

—Swiss....l-lets go....—She moved to the door and left the room with him. She never walked through those hallways in direction to the den, they were dark and looked old, older than the rest of the abbey at least.

Swiss was talking to her about meeting the rest of the ghouls and how exited they were to meet her. She smiled a bit nervous and told him how she already have met Cirrus.

—She is bossy....One of the elders here really, she and mountain are the eldest ghouls of the den the youngest are sunshine and Dewdrop...

— Dewdrop?...

— Sodo....well he goes by many names, but his "birth name" is Dewdrop, Sodo is kind of a joke that Terzo said once and it stuck with him so, we call him Sodo.

— Why? ....

— Because they call me the Sodomizer sweets....—Sodo drop from the ceiling close to the walking pair, in the middle of the hallway before the door of the den, he dropped in front of her but not to close.— Nice to finally meet you....you can call me Dew or Sodo if you like....

She let out a weird scream, she got a bit scared. He seemed really out of his mind, totally unhinged and at the same time incredibly funny and energetic. As magnetic as Swiss but she assumed that was just a ghoul thing, Cirrus was magnetic too. He was smaller than Swiss and thinner , but his presence was as big as the multi-ghoul one.

— What part of behave you didn't understand asshole? —Swiss grabbed his arm and pulled him to his side — You scared her dumbass

— I just wanted to make a good first impression! What better than a scare? She will never forget me! —He winked at her ignoring Swiss

After the scare she laughed, he was funny. And how sweet it was that Swiss ask them to behave...

—It’s okay Swiss, I was just a bit surprised....Nice to meet you too...Dew...

The way that his name sounded in her lips was so sweet. And her smell was crazy, she smelled like sweets with a bit of acidic flavor...He thought about tangerines, and pomegranates.

— So, I was here because I was looking for this big guy, Cirrus is looking for you she has something important to tell you or something....You go, I can guide our sweet sister to the den...If she wants to...

— I do not trust you Dewdrop....

— I do...go on Swiss, if it is important you should go...don't worry, he seem nice....

—I am nice!

— Too nice sometimes, keep your hands to yourself ghoul. Or else, I will kick your nuts and tie you to the front of the bus. — Swiss got closer to her and gave her a little peck on the forehead before walking away to the insides of the den. Leaving the fire ghoul and sister y/n alone.

— Sooo....you are a fire ghoul?....—They were walking slowly, Dewdrop was doing rounds around her while walking.

— Indeed, how did you know?

— Because...it was freezing cold here before you dropped from the ceiling...and you are steamy.

— Oh....so you find me hot? That's what are you saying?.—He smiled showing his fangs

— Well....yeah...—She smiled back to him — You are funny...

— Oh, so you also find me charming?....—His tail moved in front of her, she saw how the end of the tail was a bit chipped.

— I do I do....—She laughed, it was easy to talk with him, he was indeed charming, and he was flirting with her a lot but it did not make her feel uncomfortable. She enjoyed the company of this crazy ghoul

— Swiss was saying the truth...You are a complete sweet... Not even a bit anoyed by me?

— You are funny...and remind me a lot of one of the guys I used to go to class with...and maybe you could be a bit annoying but it doesn't matter, I can be annoying too....sometimes I cannot stop talking, and I get to intense about the things I like...and I have a weird taste in music that can annoy some people

—....You know....I like the music that you listen...This is going to come off as a fucking creep I know but, I was trying to enter the library one night...and I saw the light coming out of your door, and the music that you had playing...and how clean is your voice to sing...

— Oh...so you were the shadow that lingers outside my door? ...—She could be mad, but he never did anything more than that and he never went into the library...but she was a bit ashamed. — It's not the typical music that you can expect from a satanic church member...

— Oh that's lame...you need to hang out with us , we listen to almost everything that you can imagine...it's pretty awesome for us at least, you humans are so complex and live around so many things that are complete opposite and even with that you make it work....I kind of envy some reincarnated ghouls, they could experience life outside...most of us ghouls only know the deeps of hell....and it's awesome but, it's always the same...you have the chance of living in a world that is continuously changing. That's cool....why restrict yourselves to only one type of everything when you could have a whole spectrum!

— Because humans are dumb...and everyone who is "different" is in the wrong...and even among the *different" people they still give you labels and outcast you when you are different from them in the slightest...

—Well....we are a bunch of outcasts from hell , will you feel comfortable around us? —The flirting stopped for a minute, he grabbed her hand and smiled at her — Because...the ghoul den is going to be always open for you. —He was serious, after a chat with cirrus while Swiss was gone, Cirrus said something between the lines of " Copia knows she is special, and she needs good company, specially know that he is going to be so busy. And besides, don't you think that it will be refreshing for us to have new company here? She seems nice enough! " So, he wanted to make her feel at ease with them at the den.

—Why all of you had been so nice with me? Cirrus, you...Swiss was a bit of an asshole, but he apologized...even Copia and Primo...

— I don't think that is being nice....we only treat you as you treat us. Swiss doesn't apologize to anyone that is not from our..."family"  but with you he was willing to make things better....because you are sweet and amiable, and you stand out from the rest because of that...I'm not saying that there are no amiable sisters or brothers but they have their groups and they are pretty much all the same....They approach us for lust and good time but they never try to really talk with us or get to know us, and it's okay I don't blame them but it gets tiring after a while....and there all of the sudden there is you, the stone in our shoe to access the library, but you ended up being so nice....and made Swiss angry that's a plus for me!

— You are saying this because you want to get in my panties Dew? —She laughed a bit, she felt good around him, like after a good coffee filled with energy.

—I do not mind getting some fun In bed with you, I swear you are gorgeous and smell delicious.... but I also want to spend time with you talking or watching movies. And I'm sure the rest will think the same about you.

She blushed again , the same as Swiss with his comments. He was a cutie too.

— You two.... —She laughed a bit, then they stopped outside a big metal door. It had golden symbols; she recognized the Symbol of Swiss shirt...and the one in Dewdrop helmet. She assumed that the other symbols belonged to the other ghouls.

— Do you want to know something interesting? We didn't carved this symbols, they just appeared with us...

— Woah....it's beautiful, but seems heavy...—She touched the handle and it burned his fingers — Ouch....it's hot...

— Are you okay?...it's not supposed to do that...—He lifts his eyebrows suspiciously. — Are you sure you are not a witch?

The tip of her index and thumb was a bit red, nothing to serious but it will maybe leave a mark, dew moved the door open for her

— What? I'm not dew! —She laughed.— I don't know what happened....

—That was ...weird, it's not hot...come in, maybe rain could soothe your hand ...

The hallway to the den was filled with pictures of the ghouls and the different Papa's, in various settings and situations. Some were more formal, a lot of them seemed like family pictures. There were also pictures of other ghouls she did not recognize, must be old ghouls who belonged to Primo or Secondo. As they walked closer to the den, she could her laughter and the sound of instruments moving.

— Rain could you help me with something? — They entered the main room, he was holding her burned hand in his hand— Oh yeah, this is sister y/n! She had a little...weird accident with the door...

— Huh?...— Rain came closer to her and soothe the red skin between his hands — Nice to meet you....what happened?

Rain was soft...his skin was moist and cold, and felt really nice in her burnt hand. He smelled like water lilies; his skin has a blueish green tone mixed with grey. He was soft spoken but he seemed as energetic as Dewdrop.

— I touched the metal gate and burned my hand...

Cirrus looked at her and her hand, the burn mark was shaped like a crescent moon while the one in her index was shaped like a small triangle. She moved next to Sunshine and whispered something at her.

— That's weird...—Rain replied — But is nothing that serious, Mounty can you grab a cold compress from the fridge?...

The ghoul came closer to her with the cold pack, He was tall, like a tree. And he was skinny but well built, she noticed that in the way that the shirt stick to his body. He smelled like a forest.

— Nice to meet you.... I’m mountain.... —He grabbed her hand putting the cold pack close to her fingers. — This should help...

— Nice to meet you...both of you...And thank you...

Rain and Mountain looked at her smiling softly, Cirrus was being honest with them when she told them that sister y/n was a sweetheart.

—Move! I want to meet her too! —Someone pushed them both away and looked at her. Sunshine was exited, too excited. She was just as Secondo's vision had told her. Her cute face, her puffy cheeks, her hair. She was gorgeous! — I'm sunshine! Nice to meet you sister y/n!

She smelled like summer, that summer afternoons reading in her backyard at her house...And her smile was so bright and full of energy. She was almost her same height maybe a bit smaller, but her body shape was amazing, her hips and chest, the way that the black suit hugged her curves mesmerized her.

— It's okay if I hug you? —The ghoulette waited for an answer —

— Yeah...it is don't worry...—She extended her arms, Sunshine hugged her and pressed her body against her, lifting her a bit from the floor. It was a tight hug, but felt amazing...all of her nervous thoughts disappeared at the moment she let herself go in that sweet embrace.

— Oh, cirrus you were right! She is huggable! Swiss, fuck off I'm going to keep her to myself! Cumulus join in!

—Fuck off sunshine .... She is my guest...—Swiss smiled at her, she was still hugging Sunshine, but she seemed so calm and relaxed...an expression that he had not seen until that point. Cumulus went from behind sunshine and lift both of them in a hug. Y/n laughed; it was something that not even in her wildest dreams could happen. Everyone was so nice to her, she felt that warm feeling in her heart again. She felt welcomed by them...Cumulus was gorgeous also, a tad shy compared to Sunshine but gorgeous nonetheless, she reminded her of a soft cloud, the type of fluffy clouds that linger in the first days of spring...

Swiss was happy, seeing her so calm and relaxed, laughing with the ghoulettes...She was not going to be alone anymore.

—Hey, let my guest alone you two....let's get our things, we are running a bit late...—He hugged her from behind as soon as the rest went to fix their instruments and clothes — Sorry if they are a bit much...but I did warn you...

— It's okay Swiss...if I'm honest, I was a bit scared...but they are so nice...and here I feel...at home?...—Her eyes became a bit glossy, she didn't felt this full of love since a long time ago.

— I'm glad to hear that...—He kissed her cheek — You are more than welcomed here...You are now officially welcome in the ghoul den....—He was hugging her from the waist, and made a small movement down her hips, he couldn't help it.

— Swiss...do I have to remind you that you need to behave?... —She smiled a bit. He looked like a scolded kid.  Pouting at her.

— I'm doing my best...but it's so hard...—He nuzzled his face in her neck breathing her scent and leaving soft kisses in her skin. — You smell so good...can I misbehave just a bit?...—He squeezed her hips pressing a bit against her— Just a bit...

Her breath was irregular, she choked a small moan as soon as his lips touched her skin. But she was not going to lose this, it was his punishment.

— Swiss....I'm not going to give you your treat if you don't behave...that was the deal...

He growled behind her ear giving it a little bite at her earlobe before letting her go.

— I get it....but you will pay for this later....—His smirk grew as soon as he felt her scent becoming stronger. She was already aroused.

Dewdrop saw the whole thing from the ceiling, her scent was strong enough to hit him, he wanted to feel it closer to him, maybe under him, maybe above him. His fangs bit his lip hard trying to bring him to reality and he dropped from the ceiling in the kitchen, to not scare her again. The rest of the den was ready to go, she walked with them to the outside of the church, talking with Cirrus about the new books and how some of them were in Latin, cumulus promised her to help her with the translation because she knew Latin. They got on the bus, it was luxurious but not overwhelmingly luxurious. It seemed comfortable and she understood why, they travel a lot and for many hours sometimes. She awaited to everyone to get in the buss to find a seat, she seated between Swiss y Dewdrop. Both of them put their hands on her legs, and both of them growl to each other when they realized.

— It's okay, it doesn’t matter but behave please.... don’t growl.

— You are my guest....Mine.

—Yeah but she already told me she finds me hot and charming!

—If you don't behave I’m going to seat between Mountain and Rain, they seem more mature than you two right now...

Rain laughed and patted his tight and Mountain did the same

— You will always have a good seat here with us don't worry.

She blushed, does everyone in the den was interested in getting in her bed?...Well , she was amused by it, but also she was intrigued and wanted to taste a bit of hell with the ghouls...

Swiss and Dew pouted at her and stopped their fight , keeping their hands where they were without complains. Swiss squeezed a bit her thigh, while dewdrop caressed her skin softly, playing with the embroidery in her stocking, she heard steps coming from the drivers cabin.

—What’s going on in here? —He was huge, HUGE. Tall and strong, his arms could crush her if he wanted to. His thighs were big, almost trapped inside his pants. — Oh you are the famous sister from the library? Nice to finally meet you! —He hugged her and lift her from the seat with ease, she felt as a feather being manhandled like that, his hug was strong but not rough, and her whole body fitted perfectly between the ghoul arms.

— H-Hi.....

—Oh Sorry, I'm Aether! I'm the one in charge of the bus most of the time because the rest doesn't have sense of orientation and always mess with the locations and directions. You are really small....

She was still in the air until he grabbed her legs and put them around his waist. Like a koala.

— Hey dipshit , drop her she is my guest! — Swiss kept on repeating that, because he didn't wanted to say "my treat".

—Oh, but she sure would enjoy being with me, wouldn't you sister? —His smile grew bigger showing his fangs. She was red like the velvet seats of the bus. The ghoul just laughed and put her down again in her seat with care. — The offer is still on Sister, nice to meet you. —He left again to the drivers cabin.

— He is huge....

—But he is a golden retriever in terms of charisma. He is a total— Cumulus joined the conversation—...how did they said in that series that we were watching Sunshine? ....

— A total himbo! —Everyone laughed at the comment. They were having such a good time

When they arrived at the location she helped the ghoulettes with their outfits, and polishing their masks a bit. She helped cirrus with her hair, and fixed Dewdrop tie. Then she helped Swiss to adjust his suspensors and gave Aether a shoulder massage because he was a bit tense to move freely. She was seated on the backstage when a pair of mismatched eyes found her.

—Sister y/n?.

— Cardinal! ...—She hugged him — I'm so glad to see you before your big night....

— What are you doing here?...how did you know what is going to happen? ....—He caressed her head with soft movements, he was indeed happy to see her, but intrigued.

— Are you mad at me? I know that I should have told you but I wanted to be a surprise...Swiss invited me, and told me about your big day....

—I’m not mad dolcezza, sorry for not saying anything about this in the morning...I really wanted to but, Sister Imperator told me not to say a word before the ritual...—He kissed her forehead. — you came with the ghouls?....are you good with Swiss? Si?

—Everyone is so nice...and yes Swiss and I made up, part of his apology was bringing me here....—She cuddle in his chest enjoying his warmth.

— I'm glad that you get along with them...You know what will happen now with me do you dolcezza?...Maybe I'm not going to have that much time with you as I used to but...you have them now, and they will take care of you...

—I’m going to miss you...but I will always be there when you return..

—I will visit you as soon as I arrive....—He brushed her cheek...he was worried about her. He was told about Secondo's vision, she was so young...her destiny was already written...but she would be happy with that?

— You will do great Papa...—She caressed his chest and fixed his tie a bit — I fully believe in you.

— Dolcezza....thank you for being here, it means a lot to me....I got to go, the show is about to start...ask one of the guys from security to move you to the first row,  I will tell them your name ok?....—He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left, she waited on the side of the stage. The ghouls started to walk towards the stage.

Cirrus hugged her before going up, Sunshine kiss her forehead, Cumulus also hugged her. Mountain asked about her hand, and then kissed it on the palm before going up, rain kiss her forehead. Aether lifts her again in a hug. Dewdrop got close to her, too close...

—If I kill it on stage...will you give me a kiss? —He smiled —

— I will think about it....—She laughed and kissed him on the mask.

—That’s enough for me...—He left with a big grin and went up stage.

Swiss walked to her and grabbed her by the waist. He was without the mask, and it was holding it with his tail.

—I know I promised to behave...but this is going to be my lucky charm for today....—He grabbed her chin and kissed her, slowly and intense. He pulled her closer to him, he needed to enjoy as much as he could before going on stage. She did not fell short, she hugged him and pressed her body to him, why not? She broke the kiss when the air was lacking to her body.

— I will take that in consideration but....good luck...—The ghoul smiled, put on his mask and went to stage. She was flustered.

—Sister y/n , please come with me —She followed one of the guards and she found her spot , in front of the stage, she was ready to see the show.

She was sure that this was going to be one of those experiences that she would never forget no matter how hard she try. Tonight she didn't care about anything but the ghouls, and his Papa Emeritus the Fourth. The show was about to begin, and Sister y/n felt the excitement running through her body. She didn't attend a ritual since she entered the abbey thanks to one, she felt the adrenaline of being in the presence of the ghouls and Papa in their element, the stage.

The ritual begun with a small ceremony in which they presented to the world the new Emeritus the Fourth. She screamed in joy, clapped with the other assistants to the ritual in his honor. Then the music started, and she was mesmerized by it. Papa showed so much energy, so much passion and love to his doing, Dewdrop was indeed killing it so she would have to give him that kiss later. Swiss looked at her enjoying the show, so he was going to put a little show for her too. Dewdrop thought the same, as he moved through the stage he blow a kiss in her direction, she laughed. Swiss was dancing in his spot shimming his shoulders and hips at the beat, sunshine vocals were amazing...Everyone was giving their best. Swiss came closer to the end of the stage during a small break and greeted the public, but keeping special attention to the part where she was standing, winking at her, blowing kisses. Dewdrop notice that and just to bother him ( and make her smile ) threw a pick at him. When the multi-ghoul looked at the fire ghoul, this flipped him off and stuck out his tongue just to annoy him even more. What he didn't expected at all was for the multi ghoul walking towards him, getting behind his back and start to choke him in the most seductive way possible. He got the point he was trying to prove, she was watching them...why not giving her a show? Dew press his back against the body of the ghoul who mas moving his hips to the rhythm of dew's guitar, they rocked back and forth all of this while one of Swiss hands grabbed his chest and the other his neck, squeezing a bit. Copia returned to the stage after drinking a bottle of water and looked at the show the other two were putting, a part of him embarrassed and another part intrigued, they were always like that but, they seemed really invested and the public was screaming like crazy. A pretty good ritual, nonetheless.

Swiss squeezed a bit harder and before leaving the ghoul he bites his neck over the fabric. And the hand in his chest traveled to his crotch to grab his dick, Dew moaned , not loud enough for the people to hear but enough to make Swiss aware of it. That prick was going to pay after the show, alone or with the sister.

She felt heated just by watching that, they kept eye contact with her the whole time , except for the dick grabbing, at that point they were only looking at each other, they went back to their spot to continue with the show and try to avoid looking at her, they felt her scent growing, after memorizing her scent they could smell it everywhere if it was strong enough...and it was. She felt the wetness between her legs, which show they put for her in front of all of those sinners who enjoyed it. The way they moved, how Swiss hands were so big , she needed to feel them in her neck, in her chest, she was dizzy, the smell that she knew...It smelled like Swiss scent...but there was another one, like burnt wood in a campfire but more musky...smokey leather. She felt lightheaded.

Dewdrop was the first to fall, he looked at her. She looked so amused, so flustered. Her glossy eyes, her lips partly open, her scent traveling to his nose as an invitation to eat her out all night. He played it a bit more, he winked at her again, to make her known he was watching her, and took his hand to his mouth licking two of his fingers and moving his tongue up and down the middle of them. She felt her thighs clenching together and the wetness of her core growing, a choked moan was stopped in her throat when his hand made the movement of him jerking off to her. With a cheeky smile the ghoul turned around, she was going as crazy as him.

Swiss smiled noticing all of that...Dew wanted to play, and he was more than sure that y/n also wanted to. She was slowly letting herself go, and both ghouls were more than happy to help her loosen up a bit more. Swiss was needy, he wanted to feel her...for a long time he didn't feel this type of hunger about someone, she was driving him crazy, and that little game with Dewdrop left him even more needy. He only prayed to Satan that the moment of receiving his "treat" would come soon to him. He was so aroused that his glare was failing, he thanked that the suit covered most of his skin, but his horns were becoming a bit annoying under the helmet.

Dewdrop was begging for the ritual to end he wanted to relieve the tension on his pants as soon as possible, around his neck the scent of Swiss was also making him go feral. As soon as the play the last song he went backstage, he decided to go as quick as possible to the bus, he could jerk off alone while the rest packed the things. Little he knew that Swiss had the same plan in mind, involving sister Y/n

Swiss went quickly to find her, she was waiting at the hallway behind the stage, the one that lead to the bus, it was empty.  He was sweating, his pants felt tight around his crotch, his scent hit her like a punch in the face. Her legs twitched , he got closer to her grabbing her waist and pulling in his direction.

— I think that I behaved pretty well...—His voice was a bit deeper, a growl trapped in his chest. His claws pressed against her hips, threatening the fabric of the dress. — I want my treat....and I'm not capable of waiting until we get to the den...

She wanted to throw herself into his arms, but she also wanted to play a bit with his limit... something inside of her was growing and could be the lust, but this was darker, a primal desire to be fucked until she couldn't take it anymore. So, she was going to tease a little more.

— Do you think that you behaved? What about that little show that you played with Dewdrop....poor thing, he was notoriously hard beneath his guitar...—She moved his arms around his shoulders pulling him closer to her — That was good behavior?....

He saw how her eyes darkened in front of him, the pupil like a whole moon , her gaze completely filled by lust. Her scent was beyond the point of intoxicating , he needed her, he ripped his helmet of his head, his glare long gone by now. He grabbed her chin looking right into her eyes.

— It was nothing. I can be a lot worse....—His fangs were glowing under the light of the hallway — I could grab you right here...pulling that nice dress up and make you my little slut right know...

—You deserve your treat....don't you?....—She was consumed by lust at this point. Nothing was in her mind. She felt her blood boiling inside of her, she wanted him. She needed him, in her mind there was nothing but him.

—Please sister....you really want to tease me?....I could destroy your insides with my strength if I wanted to...but I don't want to do that....I want to make you come over and over....you are going to feel me inside you probably a couple of days and if you forget.. I'll be glad to remind you as much as you need to.... Please y/n .... don’t torture yourself.... don’t torture me...

She lifted her dress showing a cute lace purple underwear and moved her leg up to his waist. And Swiss felt his cock was about to burst inside his pants. They still had at least two hours before everyone was ready to leave and that hallway was going to be empty all the time. He kneeled in front of her looking her flustered expression, he released his cock from his pants to relieve some tension before ripping her underwear of the way , one zip from his claw.

—H-Hey...those were my favorites...

—I will buy you more...and rip them again.... —He could have waited, took more time...but the sight in front of him was something to die for. He couldn't wait a fucking minute more. He place both of her legs in his shoulders with his strength, he could have her there a whole day if he wanted to. Before she could say anything more he began to eat her out. He was a thirsty ghoul, licking every piece of soft skin in his way, paying special attention to her clit, pressing his tongue and sucking slowly.

Her back was straight to the wall, she thanked that the ghoul had her lifted in his shoulders, because her legs stopped working since the ghoul began to lick her like a starved man who found fresh fruit in the desert. He was hungry, the sinful noises that came out her mouth, the sound of the wet tongue of the ghoul licking between her folds. She felt close to the edge, she couldn't help it. It has been so long since she had something, and that could not be compared at all with the feeling of having the ghoul between her legs, worshipping her as some sort of lustful goddess.

— What happened with that smart mouth sister....—He stopped his eating to look her right the eye while moving his index over her hole slowly, tempting.

— D....Don't....—She couldn't even talk properly — be....a tease....mgnh...Swiss please.... I want your dick inside...

—I’m not going to fuck you here....I want you to be comfortable...—He smiled as he pushed two fingers inside her with ease, feeling how her inside twitched.— But I'm going to make you come in my mouth before leaving....

— But.... Swiss.....I want it....—She gasped and moaned between words, his fingers were as dexterous as with the guitar...she felt like she was going to come at any minute. His tongue made his way to her clit, licking and pressing the small bud, he found the perfect pace and that sweet spot that made tighten around his fingers sucking them back in every time he pulled them out, over and over. Her taste was delightful, he could drink from her day and night.

— Swiss... Swiss I want to....I need to come please...

He moved his fingers faster, deeper. Looking for her breaking point, enjoying her moans, her hands pulling his hair a bit every time she was near. After a couple more minutes she came at least twice, her whole body felt like melted butter. She looked down on the ghoul, his face and beard wet, her pussy still constricting and pushing that liquid outside her. She didn’t even knew she could do that! He kept licking until she squeezed her legs to making him stop.

— E... Eno...ugh....—She dropped to the floor on her knees after the ghoul let her down on the floor Looking at him before letting her eyes wander down to his cock. His black underwear had a huge wet spot, he was leaking so much pre cum, and his scent was strong overpowering her senses. Without thinking twice she licked the dark spot over his dick, outlining the head of his cock with her tongue, sucking the taste out of the fabric. He growled grabbing her hair in a fist pressing his crotch to her face.

— You seem hungry sister...look at you...on your knees for me...with my dick pressed to your face and you drooling over my underwear...so filthy...tell me sister....do you want to suck my dick like the good girl you are?...

Her fucking praise kink , she felt her insides twitch by the mere thought of having him on her mouth, moaning her name.

— I want to...please....—She opened her mouth sticking her tongue out waiting obediently. Like she waited for the wine in front of Papa. He released his dick from his underwear and rub it on her tongue, she moaned feeling the hot wet pre cum directly in her mouth. She was feeling like a whore, but she didn't care, her body had a mind for its own , she wanted more. More of his taste, more of his growls and moans.

— If I get to rough you can pat my leg....—Before she could answer he began thrusting his dick inside her mouth, she was bobbing her head and drooling over the floor and on his dick, she looked up with tears in her eyes and a blissed outlook, he moaned at the sight. She was so hot and her mouth felt amazing. He pressed against her throat making her gag a couple of times before leaving it inside for a couple of seconds grasping her hair, moaning her name. Just to push her away for a moment and rubbing his cock and her spit over her cheeks and lips.

—Look at you...you are a filthy sinner... drooling all over my dick with that fucked out look on your face....such a good little slut for me....I'm going to come in your mouth...and what are you going to do?

— Swallow it...

— Like a good slut... say it sister ...

— I'm....going to swallow it like....like the good slut that I am...

— Good girl...I'm going to fuck you so hard after this...you are going to scream my name over and over....—He put his dick on her mouth again making her licking and sucking it. Chasing his high — And...mgnh....ah fuck....when we come back to the den...I'm going to fuck you until you pass out...ahhh! Fucking hell like that.....damn...you sure are hungry....keep going I'm going to come in that pretty mouth of yours....look at that slutty face of yours...Mngh.,.oh fuck ....y/n...I'm going to...ahh fuck!

He pressed hard against her mouth letting his thick cum flow freely in her mouth, he had a lot to let go. She swallowed until he stopped. So tasty, so thick and salty....

—Nngh....such a good girl...who is my good girl huh? —He lifted her from the floor — We still have like an hour left....and those velvet cushions on the bus are perfect for your soft skin...—He kissed her, tasting himself on her mouth. He carried her to the bus, caressing the skin of her legs slowly.

When they got in the bus they heard a breathy moan, and the sound of springs and cushions, they looked around the bus only to find out Dewdrop at the back, with his pants open and his fist on his dick masturbating with one of Swiss shirts that laid on the bus.

—So that's were that shirt was...

—Mngh... fucking asshole...—His eyes darted out to the sister in Swiss arms — Mngh...you are going to only sit there and watch?

She had never seen him without the helmet, his long greyish hair shined like silk on his flustered face. The scent of charcoal and campfire, smoked leather....it was him. Her mouth watered seeing his dick leaking pre cum on the seats. She looked at Swiss with a mischievous smirk.

— We still have an hour?... And...I promised something to Dew....—She patted Swiss arm and he let her down, she walked down the bus closer to Dew, he moaned just feeling her scent near to him.

—Y/n....please....

— Don't worry Dew...—She kneeled down in front of him and gave his dick a long lick from the base to the top. Swiss got hard just seeing that wonderful scene. He also got closer to them grabbed Dews hair and pulled him closer to his crotch.

— Come on Dewdrop...lick it....

— Fucking asshole....—He growled before sucking the tip of Swiss dick, giving it a little brush with his fangs, Swiss tightened his grip on the fire ghoul hair and growled at him.

— Don't bite....

— Be good Dewdrop....—She kept licking but not putting him in her mouth, not yet.

— Mngh....y/n...you are going to pay for this too...—He sucked harder on Swiss who buckled his hips in the small ghoul mouth fucking his face with almost no consideration. He loved the sight of the prideful ghoul drooling for him, and she looked so invested in making both of them feel good. She was another person, where did the shy sister from the library went? He wanted to see more of her. She was a mysterious little lamb...and he couldn't wait to fully unravel her lustful side.

— Mngh...Dew...—She went down on his dick , she felt the tip brushing her throat, she tried her best to battle the gag reflex and gave her best to making feel as good as he could, he was a moaning mess between her and Swiss. His hands went to her head pushing her down and keeping her on place, he began to thrust chasing his climax, they were both a drooling mess.

Swiss took out his dick from Dew, this purred and looked at him annoyed, he wanted to keep sucking him.

— Don't be selfish...—He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her

—Help me a bit here Dew....—He grabbed her legs speeding her open and sitting with her in his lap. His dick brushing her pussy every time that he moved to adjust. — aren't you hungry?

Dew smiled and went right to her pussy, licking and sucking with hunger. Swiss took of her dress and bra, and while the fire ghoul was eating her, he was playing with his nipples pulling and pinching them, his tail going up and down her body. The fire ghoul put his tongue inside her moving it, using his fingers to stimulate her clit and used his own tail to jerk off.

Dew was having a wonderful time eating her out, her taste was so good, and she was so wet already. His tongue going in and out of her, he felt already like and addict to her taste, he wanted more and more. The spade of Swiss tail went beneath her and began to going over her clit and giving it little slaps while Dew worked with his tongue on her. In less than five minutes she was almost there, the over stimulation was making her go crazy, she felt how her hips buckled and the coil in her inside burst. She came with a loud moan, gushing all over dewdrop face, who drinked it with delight.

— Thanks dewdrop...—He lifted her again a bit and began to make his way inside her, pressing slowly and letting her down smoothly. — Fucking hell.... you are tight...

She felt her insides being rearranged to fit the ghoul , she was so full. Her mind was completely gone by now, the only feelings in her head were pleasure and a primal hunger for more of the ghouls. She looked at Dew as she struggled a bit to fit Swiss inside of her.

—Poor sweet sister....it's hard?...—Dew came closer to her, cupping her face in his hands passing his thumb over her lip. — You can do it.... how does it feel Swiss??...

—Incredibly tight and warm....but she is adapting to me as she was made for me Dew...you should try it later...—He moved a bit, she moaned and licked Dew's thumb hungry for more of him. — Look at her...such a nice girl...What do you think Dewdrop... Mngh fucking hell...we should keep her in the den....all day being stuffed by us...

— Oh no...maybe we could use her cute room next to the library, no one will go there at night....no one will hear you scream our names....—Dew got closer, he kissed those velvety plumped lips letting her taste the sweet scent of her pussy in his tongue, he grabbed her tits and caressed them, tracing the skin softly with his claws, pinching slowly and pulling. She deepened the kiss while Swiss began to move at a steady rhythm when she was comfortable enough.

— Dew...Mngh...I want to suck you...

— Mmnn....my sweet girl is hungry? ....—He seated in the sit in front of them and Swiss moved her closer to him while pounding her pussy harder than before , the change in position tightened her inside, and it felt like fire inside of her. So warm, so wet and sticky, her velvety insides were milking him, squeezing him every time she was close. Dewdrop guide his dick close to her mouth, grazing her lips with it a couple of times before going in. She moved her tongue around it tasting as much as she could.

He looked at Swiss, his blissed-out expression, his eyes shining with desire and lust. It had been a lot since the last time they shared a moment like this together. He looked so fine all sweaty, his black hair sticking to his face, the veins in his neck pumping like crazy. His own hips began to move harder, trying to get in sync with Swiss thrusting, her moans, his moans and growls alongside the moans and growls of Swiss were the only thing that one could hear inside the bus.

—Mngh....I'm going to come inside you little whore....—Swiss slapped her butt a couple of times. She was already on her Sixth or Seven orgasm of the night, her insides felt like fire and inside her chest something was growing every minute.

— Mngh...do you want it in your mouth sweets?...—Dew pushed against her throat again.— I will take that face as a yes....—They both growled in sync while their thrusts were becoming more and more savage, they were a growling and moaning mess.

She was completely lost in her lust to even care about what will happen with her after that, she just wanted to live the full experience with those two. She moaned their names taking a moment from worshipping dewdrop cock.

—Mngh.... Swiss! Dewdrop! I'm going to....ah! Swiss! Dew! Mnhhh fucking hell!

She came with a loud moan, the coil in her inside exploded,  her interior tightened and squeezed Swiss dick inside her, making him burst with a deep growl filling her with his thick and hot cum, his claws breaking a bit of the skin in her hips as he squeezed her in position.

Dewdrop didn't last long after that, he grabbed her face and look directly in her eyes as he came on her tongue. She swallowed and smiled. Dew was fairly impressed.

The trio collapsed in the couch, slowly getting back to their senses. A deep purring came from Swiss chest before getting up.

— You, help her get dress, lend him one of my shirts and....uh...she doesn't have any more underwear...I think Cumulus had a pair on her bin I'm going for it....—He smiled looking at the sight in front of him, the small ghoul and the sister cuddling in the seat, all sweaty and tired. He gave both of them a kiss before going to look for clothes and a towel. He helped her first cleaning her and making sure she was comfortable enough for the ride back home, then he did the same for the ghoul.

—I missed doing this type of mayhem with you Dew, but don't bite my dick again or I will bite your precious tail. —He joked with the fire ghoul, she was slowly going back to reality after the high. As the both of them were watching her, Dew gave her a blanket and a kiss on the forehead. They opened the windows in a lame attempt of making the place stink less like sex.

—Swiss...hug me...—She looked at him needy, too needy. Like a puppy.

—If you want to....—He hugged her, passing her arm around her shoulders and letting her rest on his chest.

—Make space for me asshole...—Dewdrop hugged Swiss from the opposite side of her, purring. The multi ghoul was warm...

—Does anyone of you smoke? —She asked—

— You smoke?...

— Only when stressed....or after sex. It's kind of a cliche....And I haven't smoke in a long time...—She laughed a bit. Swiss gave her his cigarettes, dew lightened with the tip of his tail with a smile.

—Here...

—Well...I did gave you the kiss you wanted. —She smiled pinching the ghoul cheek — Do you have anything to do now?...

— Well...go to bed...eat something!... tomorrow we have another ritual...why?...

She looked the tip of her cigarette, the smoke going up and twirling in the air, so many memories from other times flooded her mind.

—.... I wanted to know if I can stay with you tonight...

Swiss and dew looked at each other, a bit worried and at the same time excited.

— You are always welcome in the den. If you want to stay, you can stay...But you are going to sleep with us. I don't want sunshine stealing you in the middle of the night. She has a huge crush on you.

— And you don’t? —She gave him a cheeky smile. — She is so cute...

— More than me?....—Dew made her puppy eyes before giving her a kiss — You smoke menthols Swiss? Your dick is going to fell and shit ....

— You didn't seemed worried about that while sucking and drooling all over it.

She got red, Dew just smiled and laughed. They cuddle again while talking about nonsense and food until she fell asleep. The other ghouls went to the bus hours after, they already knew. It was no fucking mystery that the three of them were fuming for each other.

—Ugh....this place reeks...

— Mnn... It's smell like pomegranate....and burnt. —Aether took a picture with his phone of the three of them napping. — They are going to beg for this picture.

Copia went inside the bus, he had a soft smile in his face, he was tired but he wanted to talk with the ghouls, so he asked if they could talk outside the bus to don't bother y/n and the resting ghouls. Once outside Copia looked at the ghouls and made a small bow to them, showing the respect he had for all of them as a team.

—It was a great night guys....I know that you...are used to Terzo way of doing things but...I will give my best to make you feel proud of the Project. I know that this could be harsh at first , and maybe I will mess a lot of things. But I will do my best effort.

— Oh papa...—Cirrus hugged him and kiss his cheek — You are doing a great job....Terzo is mad at you?...

— A bit....Si, and I understand him...I want you to know that I never planned to steal this from him...He is my friend. But everything was already planned by Secondo and Sister Imperator. I'm glad that you understand me...And I'm also glad to see that y/n is being cared so much here...She is...well she is a friend, someone very important to me, and I know many of you are aware of the situation that surrounds her but, please don't say anything yet...I want to have a talk with her before...

— Secondo told you?....—Cirrus interfered

—What are we missing on? —Aether and Rain were unaware of the situation, as dew and Swiss who were sleeping. — What "situation"  

— Mnn...okay, I will tell this to Dew and Swiss later. Secondo had a vision, about a sister of sin who would be reborn as a ghoul. This vision happened years before Terzo assumed the papacy, but around a year ago Secondo called Me and Mountain as representatives of the ghoul den, because he had news. A sister had been integrated to the church, and she was the one in Secondo's vision, he was sure about it, the oracles and our boss were asked so he could be completely sure about her. And he is. Sister y/n will become a ghoul like us in... about a year.

— She!?...a ghoul!? That's.... I know that there are ghouls that used to be humans but...the process can be horrible...—Aether protested—

— And... being a ghoul means that she will have to live here forever...

— Not necessarily, but she will never be a complete human again, she could pass as one but she will be almost immortal like us. She would have to say goodbye to her family...—Copia interrupted, he knew about the complications, as a way to help her he sends cirrus with the book, he knew she would be interested in reading it, maybe it would help her to make amends with her destiny. — That's the hard part...

— And the heats, and when you feel your horns pierce your skin as they grow, how your tail breaks your skin to be free, and how it hurts to feel that the first months...—Rain replied — It's going to be hard...she will be ready to it? ....—He sighed. From the den he was the only one who was a reincarnated ghouls, but it had been years since he became a ghoul, he forgot most about his human life already. But he did remember the pain and the fear to the unknown, the changes. He loved his ghoul life, that did not change the fact that maybe she wont be ready to it.

— Rain…I am also scared, I care about her too, but our lord decided that her destiny lies here, with us, as a ghoul...I want to give her the best chances of have a better life here, so she never looks back and regret her decision because It will kill her inside…

As they talked about the future of the sister, the fire ghoul was listening closely, from behind the door of the bus, his heart ached, Copia was right; she will die inside if she lives with that regret, he needed to tell her, he needed to prepare her for the changes…But how she could react to the news?

A.N : So, a long chapter and a plot twist. Yeah, the idea was the same since the first chapter but i wanted to build it up a bit. I dont know if it worked that well though. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading it, I will try my best to post more often, oh and im also thinking on opening the ask and take some submissions maybe, if you are interest coment down below <3

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[thewickedspinster]

Of Eternity (Thranduil x Reader)

pairing: Thranduil x F!Reader

synopsis: Thranduil and Y/N know each other from what seems like a past life; one that both would rather forget. Once secret lovers, hidden from the prying eyes of the Elvenking's court, the two elves' disagreements became too much, their opinions too divided. Y/N departed for Rivendell and sought shelter with her friend, Elrond. But when the Elvenking of Mirkwood comes to parlay with the Lord of Rivendell, he once again meets Y/N, and someone else who looks awfully familiar...

warnings: afab!Reader, pregnancy, elf children, war

Tathrenion = son of one willow-made

requested by @starlight5cat

Of Eternity

In Rivendell, the seasons turned as flowers bloomed; with a sudden burst of color against the greys of winter. They came and went quickly for elvenkind, rising and eddying like the tide, and with them came new wonders and sounds, new flavors. Song.

Y/N could hardly remember a time when her life was not dictated by these rhythms, when time was so magnified as to hear her own heartbeat, to watch the sunlight catch upon a dewdrop. Though, it was not so long ago she was in a place where seasons hardly touched, where time stood still and light lingered in honeyed moments. Where her breath raced in her body, and youth stretched into eternity. Where naïveté was all too familiar.

Here, she had more responsibility. Here, she was unequivocally welcome. When she had fled the confines of her life before in Mirkwood, where she had been daughter of a Ñoldor house descended from Fingolfin, and gone westward into the Misty Mountains, she had only hoped her old friend, Elrond, would grant her sanctuary. He welcomed her with open arms. Here, she sat on his council of advisors. Here, life was warm and full of light once more.

For a short time of twenty-odd years, there was peace east of the Misty Mountains. Though her cousin Galadriel could not believe it, it had appeared the dark servant of Morgoth named Sauron had been vanquished. The grey elves lived in peace with the sons of Durin and helped the wayward man, but kept to their forests and their mountains. All had seemed well, and with the protection of the haven of Rivendell, the darkness of old seemed unable to touch her.

Such comforts cannot last. Not so long as Morgoth and his fell creations plagued Arda.

As soon as word reached Rivendell of a darkness fallen upon southern Mirkwood, Elrond sought Y/N's counsel.

"You know the eastern forests well," Elrond said softly, guiding them both down towards the river. Water fell in a gentle curtain of silver ahead, glinting in the moonlight. "What sort of evil could cause these things?"

The pair ducked behind the waterfall, and the sound of rushing water hushed their voices. There hidden was an alcove, large enough for a small group, with cushions surrounding the burnt-out embers of a fire. Elrond had come here often in the early days of ruling Rivendell, and when Y/N had arrived, had brought her here in her most vulnerable moments.

"The Elvenking's Halls are to the north, but in my many wanderings, I went south," she answered, settling on the floor alongside Elrond. "Mirkwood is vast and its creatures untold, but I have never seen anything that would produce this sort of rot."

Elrond hummed, deep in thought. Elven and human messengers alike had been passing along rumors of dark creatures in the southern Mirkwood, things that walked on more than four legs, with slavering maws and the stench of evil surrounding them. Elves who more often ventured south returned with harrowing stories of voices, of song coming from the dark trees. The canopies had grown so thick that sunlight hardly reached the ground. Some had even reported sightings of Orcs.

"You know what this means," Y/N said, interrupting Elrond's reverie. "Galadriel was right. She was always right. We cannot know that Sauron is vanquished. We burned no body. Isildur brought no head. Only the Silmaril."

"There are no credible rumors of Morgoth's creatures, Y/N."

"There are," she insisted. "They have started calling this force 'The Necromancer.' This is no coincidence, Elrond. All evil in these lands comes back to Sauron. To Morgoth. So long as their discord remains, none of the children of Eru are safe."

Beyond his red head, with his noble face, the silvered water fell in sheets, dulling to a gentle sheaving. Waiting. When he raised his gaze, he said, "What would you have me do?"

Galadriel would have them go to war. Though she had grown less brash since the last age, she had grown no less desperate for Sauron's defeat. But Rivendell was a haven, a place of peace for wandering elves. She could not see amassing forces and marching to Mirkwood unaided. Besides, it was not Elrond's territory to march on.

"You know exactly what you must do, my friend," she said at last.

"You do not like him."

"What of it?"

"He is the reason you fled your home."

It was true enough, though it still gave Y/N pause. Mirkwood had been a home for long centuries, it was true. But before that, she had known the lushness of Beleriand, and the glory of Númenor. She would always be a wanderer. But the Elvenking of Mirkwood brought with him memories too fresh to be painless.

"He is the lord of Mirkwood, and should you wish to do anything at all about this rising evil, you must first confer with him," she said firmly. "Invite him here. Invite his entire court. They will leave Prince Legolas to guard the north, but Thranduil will come."

"I would have you by my side upon his reception."

Y/N caught the glimmer of ancient mischief in Elrond's eyes, and offered him a faint smile in return. "It would be an honor."

~~~

Word came within a fortnight that the Elvenking's party would embark on the Elf-path by the full moon. This gave the people of Rivendell little time to prepare, but showed Elrond and his council how dire circumstances were in Mirkwood.

As Y/N stood at Elrond's side on the dais before the sweeping steps to the city, she knew that in this matter, as all others, that Thranduil would be stubborn, cunning, and seemingly omniscient. It was in his power as king to appear so to his people. But Y/N, he could not fool. She and Elrond would simply need maneuver with tact, to force Thranduil into showing his hand.

In the distance, the royal traveling party rounded a bend and came into view, the Elvenking in his raiment of grey and silver astride his great antlered steed. From here, Y/N could feel his piercing gaze upon them, focusing on her at the Lord of Rivendell's side. Robed in rich, dark green against Elrond's golden raiment, Y/N stood tall. A circlet of gold sat upon her brow, and in it, an opal enshrined. Befitting of her station, she stood to Elrond's left, his wife Celebrían to his right.

Y/N had known true fear in the face of evil, yet facing the Elvenking of Mirkwood after these twenty years turned her chest cold. She could never fear him - she knew him too well, but that was just the problem. They shared a deep past of friendship, of love, forbidden though it may have been. And pain, at the last. Since their parting, she had, for the first time, lived many secrets that she kept from him still.

The party finally arrived at the dais, the great reindeer's feet clapping against the stone as thunder. The Elvenking dismounted, stepped before Elrond, and inclined his head.

"Lord Elrond of Rivendell, you honor me with your great hospitality," he said formally, the Sindarin tongue rolling like quicksilver from his mouth. "And Lady Celebrían, thank you for welcoming my host into your household."

Elrond, Y/N, and the council assembled bowed to the king.

"We are pleased you answered our invitation," Elrond replied, his tone, as ever, one of deliberate lightness, as if he knew something no one else did. "How long shall you stay?"

"A week," Thranduil said shortly. Finally, finally, his silvered eyes shifted to Y/N. She breathed in deeply. "There are matters to attend to in Mirkwood."

"I do hope Prince Legolas is well," she said softly, smoothly.

Thranduil looked momentarily surprised she'd spoken, his eyebrows drawing together at the sound of her voice. "He is taking to his responsibilities well."

A moment of silence passed. The river roared below. Then, Celebrían was taking gesturing towards the king, leading him away into the great wood house of Rivendell.

Formal greetings complete, the rest of the crowd quickly dispersed, and elves moved swiftly in preparation for the feast prepared in the king's honor. Soon, only Elrond and Y/N remained. She watched the sun setting over the vale, eyes fixed on the rushing waters surrounding.

"Will you tell him?" Elrond asked, voice so quiet only she could hear.

"How could I?" Y/N whispered. She felt her fingers tremble.

"It is unfair to -"

"You shall not tell me what is fair or unfair, Elrond," Y/N whirled, suddenly furious. "You know not what it is to have my fears."

Elrond held up his hands. "I only wish to say that truths are better spoken. Deception is the chaos-sower."

"It will put him in danger."

"It will give him power."

"A curse," she hissed. "A bounty upon his head."

"Or a crown."

She stared at her friend, stunned. "You do not mean that."

Elrond only watched her in return.

With no words left between them, Y/N turned and disappeared into the house, bracing herself for the week to come.

~~~

It was the fourth day of the accursed sessions of counsel, and Thranduil had still not admitted there being any disturbance in Mirkwood. He spoke on matters of trade, of agriculture, of relations with Khazad-Dûn, but nothing of the murmurs from the Sutherlands.

Y/N was beginning to lose her patience.

Elrond, blessedly, had more of it to spare. Ever the diplomat, he listened to Thranduil's concerns and complaints of their relations, and constructed plans to fix them. Ever the master of compromise, he kept Rivendell's secrecy and best interests at heard. Ever the more patient of the two, he kept prodding the Elvenking towards revealing his secrets, to no avail.

Y/N sat, posture relaxed, around the dais at the center of Elrond's pubic chambers. The elves around her deliberated, debated, while she kept her mouth closed. As Elrond's chief advisor, her primary duty was to listen. She interjected when Elrond looked to her, and when someone said something entirely ludicrous. Elves tended to take a laboriously long time to come to any sort of agreement in politics, and were reasonable to the point of boredom. Y/N's engagement had thus far been minimal, though she heard all.

They had turned to the topic of weapons, and of Rivendell's protection. They were inching closer to the topic at hand, but she knew Thranduil had a deep well of patience, particularly when it came to dealing with elves. The high noon sun blazed down on the white marble.

"How have you fared in the training of your ranks?" Thranduil inquired, sipping at a goblet of honeywine.

"The archers excel, under the tutelage of Sindarin masters," Elrond said. "The swordsmen, under that of the Ñoldor. Khazad-Dûn has agreed to provide us with weapon designs, and with materials to forge them. Durin is all too happy to help an old friend."

Thranduil scoffed lightly into his cup. "Old friend, indeed."

Y/N sat up straighter at the tone, the scoff. She had heard it many times. "Prince Durin has provided us with an excellent relationship over the years. He is a close friend to Rivendell."

Thranduil looked at her, through her, in her. Before her mind's eye flashed his face, poised over her, abed. Soft candlelight shone from beyond his features, and his face was softened into the loveliest of smiles. Gone in an instant.

Just then, lithe footsteps from just inside, and bursting from behind the curtains came three elven children, small and laughing. A maid reached out, trying to snatch them by their tunics, but too late. They sprinted into the circle, and straight up to Elrond.

"Father, we would like to go the Gates," one boy panted. Elrohir.

"Apologies, Father," the other interjected, suddenly serious. Elladan, his twin. "I told him not to come."

"Our swordmaster is at the Gates, and asked us to join him," the third explained. Y/N sat forward, staring down at the boys.

"Tathrenion," she said severely, hiding the quake to her voice, "you know not to enter this chamber when Lord Elrond is taking counsel."

The third boy, unlike the other two, with (Y/HC) hair and striking grey eyes, paled, bowing to Y/N. Even when he straightened, he kept his eyes averted. "Forgive me, Mother. Elladan and Elrohir wished to go, and I wished to accompany them."

It was only then, as the boys turned to glance around at the present company, that Elrond spoke.

"You are in the presence of Thranduil, Elvenking of Mirkwood."

Shuffling, with a soft gasp from Elrohir, the three boys bowed low to the king. Thranduil said nothing for a moment. Instead of on the children, his eyes were pinned on Y/N, wide with unbridled shock. When he finally did look at the boys, at the one called Tathrenion, he found his own eyes staring back, steady and calm.

Thranduil stood abruptly, setting down his goblet. He opened his mouth, closed it, then said, "We shall eat. Elrond, you shall decide what to do with your sons."

He swept off the dais, out of view, and Y/N was left staring at the spot he once occupied.

"Go after him," Elrond murmured to her, leaning close.

"Tathrenion-"

"Leave the child to me." And an unspoken promise to keep her son safe.

Y/N was up in an instant, following in Thranduil's wake as quickly as possible. But he was moving fast, and kept dodging out of sight, around corners that he did not know. Servants moved out of the way as Y/N passed through an adjoining kitchen at a sprint, intercepting Thranduil as he rounded the corner into the next room.

She caught him by his elbow as he tried to pull from her grasp, but she held firm.

"Thranduil," she said. "Stop. Just... Stop. And listen."

His rage made his jaw tight, his brows drawn low. "I will not stand here and listen to you when you have -"

"I had to leave," she interrupted, holding his gaze unflinchingly. "I could not be your concubine, Thranduil. I would not."

He scoffed, that same sound he made when he thought someone foolish. Beneath him. It hadn't started this way, but as they fell deeper into each other, he'd started scoffing at her the same way. It was part of what drove Y/N away from Mirkwood. "You were not a concubine, Y/N."

"Then tell me what I was to you."

Thranduil bent lower, so their faces were inches apart. "You know exactly what you were to me."

"I know that I was not your wife." And that was venom in her tone, sour and deadly.

A shadow passed over his features. "You were everything she was not."

"And that makes me whore to a king."

"You have never been a whore!" He shouted.

The surrounding house went quiet. Y/N trembled, fingertips numb.

"Tathrenion is your son," she said lowly, practically hissing into his mouth. "Your son, Thranduil. Our place in Rivendell is of your doing. You never recognized what it was to be in my place, with no guarantee of my safety in your court."

"I always would have protected the both of you."

Tears gathered in her eyes. "Our love felt increasingly fragile. I doubted that it even existed any longer. Had we been found out, I doubted you would protect me from exile."

Thranduil was quiet. The house had moved on from his sharp outburst, exhaling as his anger passed. Y/N's grip loosened on his tunic, her truth spoken. But her touch lingered.

"Did you know?" He murmured hoarsely.

"Not when I left your halls. Not until I reached the Misty Mountains."

"And all... went well? With the birth?"

Elven births were rare, and dangerous for mother and child. "Blessedly, Elrond's midwives and healers some of the most gifted, and I healed swiftly. He was born squalling."

He loosed a soft breath, and some of the tension left his features. He had always been beautiful, but it was when he was away from prying eyes that he truly became ethereal. Radiant. Himself.

"You should always have been in Mirkwood, with me." She just looked up at him. "I am sorry, my Y/N. I never meant to make you afraid."

"It is safer for both of us away from you and Legolas."

Thranduil snorted. "My son has proven impertinent. And lacking the character to succeed me."

"He will mature," she said softly. "He is young still."

"He will have to fight soon."

"Then this Necromancer..."

"Is a threat. Whatever darkness lurks in the south of my lands, it is dangerous and spreading."

"Tell Elrond," she urged. "He wishes to aid any fight against Morgoth's darkness in these lands."

"My forces are strong."

"They will be stronger with Rivendell's. Don't let your pride cloud your judgement."

At that, a small smile graced his mouth. "That has always been your advice for me."

"It will always stand. Unless you change."

"Would you come home?"

The question surprised her. "You would have us? So soon after the death of your wife?"

"I would have your company," he said. "And I would have my son raised by the both of us."

Y/N did not have an answer, and she was about to say as much when a smaller voice said, "I would like to go to Mirkwood."

Y/N whipped around, and found young Tathrenion standing behind them. She took a large step away from Thranduil, then lowered herself to her son's level, steeling herself.

"What did Lord Elrond tell you and the twins?" She asked.

"He said we may go to the Gates, but I decided to stay behind." Tathrenion peered past Y/N, to the Elvenking. "I wished to speak with you."

Thranduil could hardly stomach looking at his son's face, the very reflection of his own, untouched by age yet full of a strange wisdom. "Speak, child."

"I know little of why my mother left your kingdom, but I know she has done everything since for my sake. Please, do not ply her with false hopes. If you invite us to Mirkwood, you pledge to keep her safe."

"And you," Thranduil answered immediately. "I will protect you both, and welcome you into my household in places of honor."

Y/N was speechless, her throat swollen around pride for her young son.

"I know you not, Your Majesty, but I would like to," said Tathrenion simply.

Thranduil smiled.

Y/N sent him on his way, leaving her alone once again with the Elvenking. This time, he reached out to her, and against logic, she stepped into him, leaning into his fingers upon her cheek. She had longed for his touch, his kiss, his steadfastness ever since she left the forest. Leaving Mirkwood had been one of the hardest decisions of her long life.

"Let us think about this," she whispered. "And let these diplomatic matters be done first. Speak to Elrond in earnest."

"I will wait for your return to my side, Y/N," he murmured. "I have been waiting since the moment you left."

~~~

Dappled sunlight shone down upon the glade, lighting the page Y/N read. It was a letter, signed in Elrond's familiar hand, detailing the phalanxes marching towards Mirkwood. They would join Thranduil's army in patrolling for evil in the south, just as they had hoped.

Amongst the trees, a young boy laughed, and an older one hollered. Legolas was nearly fully mature, but had taken to playing with his younger half-brother in earnest. Together, they romped through the forest, and Tathrenion adored having someone elder to look up to and learn from. He excelled in archery, now, thanks to Legolas's tutelage.

A hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her backwards, and she fell upon Thranduil's chest. He was stretched upon the grass, feline at ease. She luxuriated in the feel of his body against hers, in his fingers in her unbound hair. In his mouth, pressed to her shoulder.

She had refused to take him to bed since her return, but she had begun to let him back into her heart. He had honored his word, and the loss of his wife had left him in need of comfort, in need of counsel and a tender hand.

Besides that, over honeywine in the candlelight one night in Rivendell, he had finally told her he loved her. Words were the playthings of elves, and though they meant little to some, they meant everything to Y/N. She opened up visions of the future that had ere been clouded.

"Of what do you think, my love?" Thranduil breathed against her skin.

She came back to the dampness of the grass beneath them, the golden green of the canopy above, the laughter of her son in the distance. The warmth of her king at her back.

She smiled. "Eternity."

[thewulf]

Tides of Comfort || JJ Maybank

Summary: Request - I begging and dying for JJ Maybank comfort. Like reader is just going through it and JJ being the best “I got you baby” and just holding her forever and the pogues are just “awww they’re so cute” I just craveeee it

A/N - Stoppp this is just so sweet. Again, trying to be a lil more descriptive in the writing so lmk how you like it!!

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.6k+

As the evening draped over the Outer Banks like a comforting shroud, casting a soft golden glow over the horizon, you found yourself perched on the weathered dock of the chateau, tears staining your cheeks like dewdrops on delicate petals. The weight of the week's hardships weighed down on your shoulders, threatening to engulf you in a sea of despair. Hugging your knees to your chest, you sought solace in the solitude of the fading light, the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the dock providing a soothing backdrop to your turbulent thoughts.

Unbeknownst to you, JJ Maybank, your unwavering anchor, and beacon of light in the darkness, had ended his shift earlier that evening. A nagging intuition, a silent whisper of the heart, pulled him towards you with an urgency that he couldn't ignore. With each step he took, guided by an invisible thread of destiny, his determination to offer you his unwavering support grew stronger, his heart beating in sync with yours.

As JJ made his way towards the dock, the soft crunch of sandy dirt beneath his feet mingled with the gentle rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. The salty tang of the ocean hung heavy in the air, a familiar scent that filled him with a sense of homecoming. With each passing moment, the distance between you and him seemed to shrink, as if drawn together by an invisible force that transcended time and space.

Finally, he spotted your silhouette against the dimming sky, a solitary figure in a world of fading light. His heart clenched with hurt at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks, his resolve strengthening with each step he took towards you. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between you, his footsteps soft against the worn wooden planks of the dock.

"Y/N?" he called softly, his voice a gentle whisper carried on the evening breeze, infused with warmth and concern.

Startled, you turned towards him, tear-filled eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and relief. In that moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you amidst the quiet beauty of the twilight. Without a word, JJ closed the remaining distance between you, enveloping you in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of his unwavering love and support.

"What's wrong, baby?" he murmured, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos of your emotions, a lifeline in the darkness.

Unable to find the words to articulate the storm raging within you, you simply leaned into him, seeking comfort in the safety of his arms, finding security in the warmth of his embrace. With each beat of your heart, each hitched breath, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders.

JJ held you close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his touch a gentle caress against your skin. "You don't have to tell me if you're not ready," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, his words a promise of unwavering support. "But know that I'm here for you, always. I've got you, okay?"

You nodded, a soft sob escaping your lips as you clung to him, finding comfort in his unwavering presence, in the depth of his love.

With infinite tenderness, JJ gently lifted you into his arms, cradling you close as he rose to his feet, as if determined to shield you from the world's troubles with the strength of his embrace.

Without a word, he carried you to the nearby hammock, its gentle sway offering a semblance of peace amidst the storm raging within you. As you settled into the hammock, JJ's heart swelled with love for you, his touch a soothing balm against the ache in your soul.

Brushing away your tears with his thumb, he spoke, his voice a gentle murmur of reassurance and affection. "You're safe here, baby," he whispered, his words a promise of unwavering support. "I'll stay with you until the storm passes, love."

And in that moment, as you lay together beneath the starlit sky, the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and serenity in JJ's embrace. For in his arms, you found not only comfort, but also the strength to weather any storm that life may bring.

You buried your face in his chest, your tears flowing freely now as you allowed yourself to release the pent-up emotions weighing you down.

JJ held you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively, as if shielding you from the world's troubles. With a gentle sway, he rocked you back and forth in the hammock, the rhythm soothing and comforting.

"I love you, more than you will ever know.” He whispered, still holding you close to his chest knowing how badly you needed it now.

His words washed over you like a healing balm, dispelling the lingering shadows of doubt and fear that had taken root in your heart. With each tender caress, each whispered assurance, JJ's love enveloped you, wrapping you in a cocoon of safety and security.

"You're not alone, baby," he continued, his voice a gentle melody in the quiet of the night. "I'm here with you, every step of the way."

A sense of peace settled over you, like a blanket of stars strewn across the night sky. In JJ's embrace, you found solace, a refuge from the storms that raged within.

As he continued to murmur words of comfort and love, his touch a soothing symphony against your skin, the walls around your heart began to crumble. Brick by brick, the barriers you had built to protect yourself fell away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and trust.

In JJ's arms, you felt seen, heard, and cherished. His love was a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding you through even the most treacherous of seas.

JJ's eyes twinkled mischievously as he shifted in the hammock, his arms still wrapped securely around you. With a playful grin, he leaned in closer, his voice filled with anticipation. It was that determined look on your face that meant you knew you were in for something.

"You know what always cheers me up when I'm feeling down?" he began, his tone light and affectionate, much different than the seriousness he had been conveying just moments prior.

Curiosity sparkled in your eyes as you tilted your head, eager to hear what he had to say. "What's that, JJ?"

His grin widened, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Stories. So let me tell you one. Well, did you hear about the cheese factory explosion?" he said, his voice laced with playful excitement.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected turn of conversation. "A cheese factory explosion?" you repeated, amusement coloring your tone, playing along with whatever, he had planned.

JJ nodded enthusiastically. "That's right! It was a de-brie-acle," he quipped, unable to contain his own laughter at the literally cheesy joke.

Your laughter bubbled up in response, the sound filling the air with warmth and light. JJ's eyes sparkled with delight as he watched your smile widen, his heart swelling with affection.

Encouraged by the sound of your laughter, JJ's eyes lit up with delight, and he leaned in closer, eager to keep the joyful momentum going. With a playful grin, he launched into a series of lighthearted anecdotes and jokes, each one more absurd and whimsical than the last.

He regaled you with tales of his childhood escapades, embellished with exaggerated details that left you in stitches. His laughter mingled with yours, the harmonious melody echoing through the stillness of the night.

With each story, JJ's enthusiasm was infectious, filling the air with an undeniable warmth and light. He painted vivid pictures with his words, transporting you to worlds filled with laughter and wonder, far removed from the troubles of the present moment.

As the night wore on, the two of you found yourselves caught up in a whirlwind of laughter and camaraderie, the weight of your worries fading into the background. In JJ's company, the darkness seemed less daunting, replaced by a sense of joy and possibility.

Sooner than you wished he had finished his stories, leaving you cozied in his arms under a comfortable silence. As you both lay there in the hammock, time seemed to stand still. The gentle sway of the hammock beneath you mirrored the ebb and flow of your emotions, a soothing rhythm that lulled you into a sense of peace.

The Pogues watched from afar, their eyes filled with warmth as they observed the scene unfolding before them. John B, Sarah, Kiara, and Pope exchanged knowing glances, their smiles mirroring the affectionate bond shared between you and JJ.

In that moment, amidst the tranquil backdrop of the night sky and the gentle rustle of leaves, they saw more than just two individuals finding comfort in each other's arms. They saw a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, love and laughter could light the way.

For you and JJ were not just partners; you were each other's guiding light, offering support, comfort, and unwavering devotion in the face of adversity. Your connection was palpable, a testament to the strength of your bond and the depth of your love.

As the Pogues watched on, their hearts swelled with affection for the two of you. They knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and JJ would face them together, hand in hand, drawing strength from each other's presence and guiding one another through the darkest of nights.

And as the evening breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the promise of a new day, the Pogues shared a silent moment of gratitude for the love that bound you and JJ together. For in that simple gesture of love and laughter, they found hope, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that came your way.

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[simplydozing]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Nameless Ghoulette Cumulus x Ghoul!Reader Shedding season always comes early for you. You don’t know why, but it’s the most painful thing you ever go through. Luckily for you, you have a whole squad that takes care of you during this time, one putting in extra effort than the rest. Word Count: 2253 || Ao3 Gender Neutral Pronouns for Reader Author's Interpretations Of Nameless Ghouls

 It was that time of the year again, for you at least.

 It was that time where you succumbed to pure agony. You would be put through the most excruciating pain just to shed the outer lining of your horns.

 You never understood why. Why it hurts so bad, and why your shed time came a full season before the others.

Your horns are smaller than the others. They were the most common shape, jutting out from your hairline and curving upward to a small point. Could it be that the size affects your shedding?

 Age didn't play an issue, you were as old as the others. You think there's something wrong with you, but they say it's natural and that you were fine. Maybe they're right, but it was something you couldn't shake off.

There was this one time where you collapsed on stage and you were sure to be sent back to hell for ruining the scene. But you woke up in the infirmary with the other ghouls surrounding you, one in particular holding your hand.

Cumulus was always the one to take extra care of you. She had this nurturing spirit about her. She was the first to get to know you upon your summoning, and you both grew close pretty quickly. She was the one to introduce you to the rest of your team.

It was definitely an interesting sight for the frontman, who you came to know as Papa Emeritus IV. All he saw was a pack circulating around you, taking in your scent and checking out the features you have. He was quite the character himself. She told you everything you needed to know about him and what to do.

She was the one who helped you find your talent for singing. Finding your “human” voice is a big deal for your kind. Ghouls don't talk like one could imagine, they use a sort of telepathy. It sounds like indistinct whispering, and they use small words and phrases. So when you heard her “voice”, it almost brought you to your knees.

Since then, you both have been inseparable.

Today, you're all practicing for the new songs the Emeritus wrote.

Or, you all were supposed to be. You didn't show up, and the rest were still waiting on you.

“What is taking so long?” The Emeritus broke the silence.

“Did I not say this was urgent?” He turned to the rest, throwing his arms up in an over exaggerated shrug.

They look around and stare at each other.

“ {y/n} unwell?”  

“ where {y/n}?”

“is late, is never late.”

There were chirps and purrs coming from each of them while they questioned your whereabouts.

 Cumulus was deep in thought about it. But then it hits after remembering what day it is.

She grabs her companion, Cirrus, by the sleeve. Cirrus tilts her head and twitches her nose.

“ know of {y/n}?” She asks.

“ {y/n} shed today,” Cumulus answers, distressed.

The others pick up on this, and immediately put their instruments down and go look for you.

The Emeritus jogs after them.

“Wait! What's going on?”

It's Dewdrop that stops in his tracks.

“ shedding,” he makes a pulling motion from his head where his own horns are positioned.

“Oh.” He raises his eyebrows, coming to the realization that you could literally be anywhere, and that brings a chill down his spine.

 You once freaked him out when you were in the middle of this process. It was a late night, and he was just finishing up some paperwork when he decided to take a break and wander around to stretch everything out. He was not expecting any other person to be up, much less you. So when he sees you at the end of a darkened hallway covered in blood and the only source of light coming from your dimly glowing eyes, he books it right back to his office and slammed the door. He even blocked it off with a chair.

“Yes. Yes, okay. Go,” Emeritus pats the ghoul on the shoulder. Dewdrop nods, and flees to catch up with the others.

“And find them before they find me!” He calls out, shuddering when he thinks back to that one night.

Everyone splits up, covering more ground around the abbey. One checks the kitchen, another inspects the reading room. Mountain scours the cemetery, and Dewdrop searches the meeting room.

But you're nowhere to be found.

Cumulus is out in the garden area, chittering and clicking, making the sounds you can recognize her by. She was hoping to be the one to find you, knowing what to do with you and how to do it.

 She looks under the benches. She rattles bushes. She pads around the various delicate flowers.

 She can't find you, though.

 The sound of dry leaves crunching under her feet grows more frantic. She's in a panic. You couldn't have gone far in your state.

 All hope begins to fade as she comes to a halt, catching her breath while trying to think rationally.

 You have these “go-to” spots, but all reported you weren't in any of them. Sometimes, you would get so overstimulated that you would find a new hiding area. But at the same time, you have a tendency to go astray. The pain would be so mind-numbing that you'd aimlessly drag yourself anywhere.

 Sleepwalking, in a way.

Feeling defeated, Cumulus decides that the others have probably found you by now.

 She surveys the area one last time. 

 She knows you haven't gone that far out, but she still squints at the treeline of the woods that hid the church. She sees the old conservatory.

 Perhaps you found sanctuary there.

 She hurries to the abandoned building, brushing away the stray brush and tall grass.

 Your scent is getting strong. Thank Satan she chose to look around again.

 On arrival, the first thing she noticed is the door that's slightly ajar.

 The building itself is gorgeous. There's an entryway that's framed with stained glass windows telling the story of Lucifer's Great Fall. It leads to an even larger glass dome. Some of the glass is broken, and the whole thing is held together by rusted beams.

 How could they let this breathtaking edifice go in such a vanquished state?

 No matter, she could sit and gawk at it another time. Her top priority was you.

 She shuffles through, and what she sees inside is incomparable to what is on the outside.

 The dusking light passes through each panel. Each color seeps in, reds and oranges paint the cobblestone pathway. Dead rose bushes fill the stone troughs that lined the hall. There's a lot of weeds and shriveled leaves.

 It was the definition of “hauntingly beautiful.”

 She ambled through, taking in the sights.

 It quite literally resembled hell.

 She was so lost in this place that she didn't pay attention to the scuffling that was coming in close behind her.

 Your vision is blurred. You are quite literally burning up, smoke evaporating off of you. Your lungs feel as if they've been strangled, leaving you to wheeze in what little air you can breathe.

 Your head is killing you.

 Emeritus scheduled one of the worst days for practice. You don't blame him, he just didn't know.

 You came here to be alone. You didn't even know this place existed, but it was perfect.

 The interior reminded you of home.

 “Home.”

 You could writhe up here the same way you would writhe down there.

 It was isolated enough so you couldn't venture out around the abbey, and so that no one could easily find you.

 No one was supposed to anyway.

 You were jostled from your withering when you heard the door creak open. You lifted your head from your hands when you heard footsteps.

 They were sparse, and some even dragged.

 They were unrecognizable.

You struggled to pull yourself to your feet, rolling over and clawing your way up.

 You had a hand in front of you to guide yourself.

There was another set of heavy wood doors connecting the actual greenhouse to the hall.

 You braced yourself, and weakly heaved them open.

 Through your heavy vision, you saw her .

 Cumulus had her back turned to you. Her eyes were glued to the ceiling. You didn't dare follow her gaze, seeing as she was truly the most beguiling thing here.

 You lurch forward, reaching for her.

“cumu….lus”

 She whirls around.

 And her eyes widen at the sight of you.

 The lining of your horns are peeling, exposing chunks of the tender flesh that was protected by it. Blood poured down your face in dark red rivulets. Smoke flows around you, and your clothes are torn to shreds.

 The worst part is how tired your eyes are.

 You try to walk to her, but you're so fatigued that your eyelids droop and you start to fall.

 You were prepared to hit the ground, but you were met with a warm softness.

 She caught you, and was now holding you under your arms. Her hands clutched what fabric was left of your uniform.

 She rubbed your back and eased you down so your head rested on her lap. You convulsed at her touch, hissing when she came too close to the base of your horns.

“ are hurt, why so far?”

 You didn’t have the strength to answer her. Right now, all you wanted to do was sit in silence. “ can walk? ”

 You shook your head. You’re too exhausted to move.

She lifts your head and spreads her legs out to get in a comfier position. Once settled, her claws itch at your scalp. She massages your head with slight pressure, which honestly feels so good given the circumstance.

 You whimper and tiredly bring a hand up to her knee.

 “ shh, are almost done ”

 She rubs your temples, seeing as how the enamel continues to peel. You start shaking.

 Cumulus is here for you. She doesn’t mind waiting for you . You’ve done the same for her a few times. She remembers being so embarrassed for you to see her in the same position you are, but you stayed by her side regardless.

She would take all this away from you if she could. Every ghoul has to go through this, sadly. It breaks her heart seeing anyone go through this. But it shatters seeing you go through it.

You white-knuckle the hem of her suit as your horns are at their final stage.

Your mouth is agape, but no sound comes out.

All you can do is hold onto your dear friend.

 And she lets you.

 She lets you dig your claws in her leg. She lets you scream and cry as loud as you need to. She lets you wipe the blood off on her clothes.

 She lets you be vulnerable.

You're so tired, and you're in so much pain.

 You pass out when the tips of them come undone.

 “ rest easy, {y/n}, ” she strokes the side of your face.

 She wishes she had more time with you like this, but you're both found by Mountain and Swiss.

 You're both a bloody mess.

 They don't question anything, they just help her carry you back to the church.

 You wake up in the infirmary yet again, but this time, no one is around you. Although, you do feel a weight on your torso.

You look down to see none other than Cumulus resting her head on folded arms, fast asleep.

 You smile and place a hand on her back.

 Her eyes flutter open.

 Seeing you're awake makes her sit upright.

“ are awake! how feeling? ” She clasps your hand in both of hers.

 You reach up to touch your horns and find that they're wrapped in bandages. There's a slight buzz in your head.

“sorry for not remember .”

 She looks away in shame.

You scoot up to her.

“no need,” you reply, taking her by the sides of her face to return her gaze to you.

“thanks for help. glad it was you.”

 Her eyes sparkled, the reddish-brown hues paling as she leaned into your touch.

“ as well as i,” she brings a hand up to rest on yours, further pressing flush against her.

 You kept this position for what felt like ages. You looked at her lovingly, and you want to say she reflected it.

 “ are… are feeling same? ”

 She finally put it into words.

 There’s a theory that ghouls can feel emotions on a much deeper level than the average mortal, that they can feel it through a simple touch.

 And with your hand on her cheek, it exclusively validates it into fact.

 Your thumb grazes her soft lips.

And you then pull her in by the chin, taking one last glimpse in those hellish eyes of hers.

And you kiss her.

She squeaks happily. Her stomach flips and her heart skips a beat. You’re so warm, not overheating like you were. And you’re so unexpectedly tender, gentle even.

 If she had a tail, it’d be wagging.

 You recede from her, leaving her mouth partially gaping open.

 “answer question?” You let out a breathless laugh.

 She giggles and nods, bringing one of your hands up to plant a kiss in the palm of it.

“ not know half of it! ”

 There’s a new scent to you, to both of you when you were given the ‘okay’ and discharged. No one questions either of you, but you best believe there was some gossip among the rest.

[sturnioloblogs]

Skincare

Y/n x Matt

Summary: you and Matt are hanging out and you convince him to let you do his skincare hehe.

Warnings: nothing I don’t think! Just cute fluff❣️

A/n: hiii I hope you like thins one!! This is my first time ever writing fluff so bear with me 😭😭I also don’t know if these are the right steps for skin care… keep giving me ideas!!

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

“Matt stay still!” I giggled to my boyfriend “it’s cold I can’t help it!” He replied.

It took my ages for me to convince him to let me to do his skin care, but today he finally gave in.

I was applying the glow recipe dewdrops to his freshly washed skin. Gently rubbing it into his forehead, cheeks and chin.

“Baby it smells like trees..” he said disgusted “you think?!” “Yes it smells horrible!” he chuckled.

“We’ll get used to it because I wanna do this more often” I said, with a sneaky smile. Before he could respond, I cut him off by saying “if I do this to you every day, your skin will look amazing!”

“We are definitely not doing this every day” he said, closing his eyes and sighing.

“Now we need some face cream” I said, grabbing the jar of lotion off of my shelf “i don’t think this one smells bad…” I say handing it to Matt “it kinda just smells like baby power” he said, handing the jar back to me.

I unscrewed the lid and dipped my finger into the jar, rubbing it into my hands to warm it up a little bit this time.

“Okay so now just going to make sure your skin is moisturized” I said, concentrating.

Making sure to rub it all of his face and down his neck.

“Annnndddd your done!” I said, with a big smile “ooo my skin feels soooo nice and soft, thank you baby” Matt said, while looking at himself in the mirror.

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

A/n: hello pookies let me know how I did! Keep requesting. This was kind of short but its okayyyy







[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Undead Heart

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.4K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: necromancy, defensive reader, Astarion being a supportive little baby (he is so precious), doubt, reassurance, flufffff, kinda angst? idk

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Astarion laid his head on your chest, smushing his face in for good measure. You let out a breathy laugh. It was still early, the birds hadn’t graced the winds with their songs yet. The sun hadn’t peeked over the horizon to start the new day. You held Astarion close, one hand gently caressing his soft curls at the base of his neck - the other drawing circles on his bicep that was holding your waist. For a creature who didn’t sleep he appeared pretty dead to the world currently. You listened to the little breaths that left his mouth. You watched his eyes move beneath his closed lids. You loved looking at him, especially when he was like this. His face was calm and smoothed over with rest. Nothing could hurt him here, you wouldn’t let it. 

“Staring is rude.” he mumbled into your chest, somewhere between sleep and wake. 

“It’s not staring, it’s admiring.” you whispered into his ear, kissing the side of his face softly. You could feel a begrudging smile form on his face for a moment before his breathing evened out again. 

You slowly slipped away from him. You were a necromancer, of unknown origin. Your past was muddled but you had found histories of yourself at the citadel from the far reaches of Faerun. You had lived a life. Full of good and bad but your future was yours alone to define. You were ancient, you never aged. The years, for the most part, had been kind to you. Your powers were unmatched and your beauty was unparalleled. Slipping out of the tent you walked out of camp through the fog of the early morning. You could feel the sweet dewdrops kissing your feet as you walked barefoot to the cemetery you had passed yesterday before setting up camp. The souls there called to you. They wished to be released, to visit one another after an eternity apart. As you walked to the center of the graveyard you felt your powers start to flow from your palms. Black smoke and glowing green light emanated from you, swirling and twisting about. Figures started to arise from the graves, transparent and ghostly. You kept your concentration as the ghosts mingled. Laughing and dancing with one another as if they were in the midst of a ball. Your power enveloped the graveyard in a shimmering light, as if millions of little sparkles had graced the small event you created. You walked through the endless rows of graves, quietly admiring everyone. Out of all the things you could do with your abilities, this was always your favorite. Reuniting old friends, families, lovers. Even some enemies who decided to call truces due to their undead circumstances. Everyone always looked so happy, so relieved. The ghosts could see you just as you could see them. One floated through you before another held your hand, spinning you about to the quiet tune that drifted through the air. An enthusiastic bard playing his instrument, as if he had never put it down all those centuries ago. You knew the sight was strange, and that people often found you strange yourself. Death did not scare you. You were its equal and enjoyed teetering that otherworldly line. 

You had never shown this power to Astarion, concerned he would find it odd. You had been together for  a few months. He knew you were ancient and powerful but beyond that you tried to be quite vague. You continued to smile and laugh amongst the ghosts, feeling relieved to use your powers. In battle you were skilled with necrotic and psychic attacks along with general melee fighting but this is truly what you enjoyed using your powers for. Bringing peace, unity. After a while though, the air shifted. You felt eyes watching you. You searched for the source, eyes finding a very much awake Astarion leaning against the graveyard gate.You jumped, sucking in a shocked gasp. You made the shimmer fade, the swirling slow, the smoke dissipate. The ghosts slowly drift back to their respective graves, solemn looks on their faces. No amount of time living or dead would be long enough with each other. And yet, you felt their appreciation radiate to you. You felt pale, almost sickly. Astarion was going to think you were some sort of freak, you just knew it. You slowly made your way to him, keeping your head low and arms tight across your chest to protect yourself from some unknown threat. 

Astarion’s face wore a slight frown, his eyebrows drawn up in a furrow “Little love, whatever could be the matter?”

Your heart raced at the pet name. “How long have you been standing there?” you asked, walking past him, heading back to camp. 

He trailed after you, “Long enough. You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” he quipped. There was no malice in his tone, nor teasing but it made you cringe internally anyways.

“I wish you hadn’t.” you whispered, walking into your tent. 

Astarion felt confused, he tried to follow you into your tent but was stopped by a similar shimmering force at the entrance of your tent. He stepped back, he could still see and hear you but he couldn’t get to you, couldn’t touch you. 

“I would like to be alone.” you said picking up a book and sitting down, eyes never meeting him.

“Darling…” Astarion said quietly, noticing a few tears on your face. “Please let me in.” 

“Why?” you spat, you wanted to fill your heart with anger in preparation for the negativity you were sure you were about to receive. 

“I let you in.” he spoke softly, you knew he wasn’t just talking about his tent. He had shown you every facet of himself, the least you could do was let him into your damn tent. 

He slowly pulled the book from your hands as he sat down, attempting to take them in his own. You pulled away quickly, crossing your arms over your chest. He felt a pang of hurt within him but pushed it aside. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Well, get on with it…” you huffed  out shakily. 

“I have to say… that was pretty powerful magic you were doing back there…” you snorted a bit at his comment. ‘If only you knew’ you thought. 

“Freaky, right? Strange? Unnatural? Unholy?” you rambled off sounding angrier by the second. Your walls were building back up at breakneck speed, preparing for the worst. 

“My sweet, why do you sound so upset? I thought what you were doing was quite… amazing. Honestly… everyone looked so elated, thanks to you.” your eyes flicked to his. 

“I know it’s weird to be so… involved with the dead. I never wanted you to see me doing anything like that… but they sounded so sad, so lonely…” you tried to explain yourself.

Astarion chuckled, causing you to snap your head up. “My precious, you do realize I am undead? I think I might understand better than anyone why you wanted to give those souls a reprieve. It was… sweet of you.” he smiled at you tentatively, hesitantly going for your hand. He smoothed his thumb over the back of it. 

You wanted to trust him, to believe him. Yet a voice still tugged at your mind. “You think so?” you whispered.

“Darling you gave them a few minutes of life, do you know how sacred that must be for them? And you did it out of the kindness of your heart. Now that, is truly meaningful. That shows the soul you possess.” Astarion moved his other hand to cup your cheek, tilting your face to be level with his. 

Your eyes were glossy, “I just don’t want to be too different. Too strange.”

“You are quite strange… it’s quite possibly my favorite thing about you.” he smiled, his fangs peaking out a bit. “Do you know why I rest on your chest so much?”

You shook your head ‘no’ at him.

“I do it so I can listen to your heart. I feel almost as if mine beats with yours for the first time in centuries when I hear it. Strong. Compassionate. Wonderful.” you tilted your head into his hand, kissing his palm. 

“I love you.” you said quietly. 

Astarion smiled, you had only said those words to each other once before when your emotions became too much to hold inside. 

“And I you, endlessly my strange little love.” he kissed you deeply yet gently before laying you both down. He settled in his usual spot, listening to your heart. Strong, even, calm.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! I hope everyone likes this piece, it came to me suddenly as I am in fact writing and posting it at damn near 2 AM #worthit. I think I might try to write another this weekend but I work tomorrow and have been pretty exhausted (mentally and physically) as of late so idk, no promises. Anyways - thanks for all the likes comments, reblogs, and requests! Ilysm xoxoxoxo, talk soon.

[kaisarionn]

Hiiii new frienddd ☺️I come with GIFTS! 🍪

Could you do papa 4 really wanting kids but is scared to become a father, and Copia finds out reader has had baby fever foreverrr. (It’s me. I’ve got baby fever) and just really fluffy stuff where reader comforts Copia with his insecurities (you know this shy boy thinks little of himself) reassuring him that she’d do anything to be the mother of his children kinda thing? Sorry if it’s a lot lol

A/n: I have never experienced baby fever nor do I ever want children so please tell me if I got anything wrong! Thank you for the ask and for the cookie! Word count: 366. Estimated read time: 1m 20s. Fluff w/ a little angst. Also I gave Terzo some broken english, lemme know if I should keep it or not!

It’s a baby 🐀

As Copia walks down the long, cold hallway, he overhears a conversation. “You got to tell him, he will understand, I am sure!” one voice exclaimed. As he steps closer, another voice hesitantly replies.

“But what if he doesn’t?” “If you don’t tell him, I will.” “Fine, fine.” he hears footsteps walk across the room then the door opens with a creak and he is met with the surprised face of you. “A- amore? What are you doing here?” He stutters out.

“Collecting papers for Secondo, what are you doing?” You blurt out, trying to hide your nervousness. “We were talking about how she wants kids, but doesn’t know how to tell you.” A voice replies with a hint of amusement.

“TERZO!” You practically yell, looking towards him. “What? This conversation was going nowhere anytime soon- so I help it along, You’re welcome!” Terzo says with a wave as he walks down the hallway, probably to see Seestor for whatever she needs.

“You really want children?” He asks, moving closer to you. “Y-yes.” You shyly reply, as he looks away. “You never mentioned it before…” “Why do you think I’ve sent all those adorable baby videos” you say sweetly, looking back at you he has confusion written all over his face.

After several moments of silence, you decided to spell it out for him. “I’ve had baby fever for months now.” you say just under a whisper and he cries, covering his face with his hands, “amore mio, I would make a terrible father! I would be just like mi Papa.” Staring at him in shock you say, “No you wouldn’t, you’re kind, patient and loving, nothing like your Papa!” while gently grasping his hands and pulling them away from his face.

“Really? You think so?“ he questions. “Mi topolino, I would do anything to be the mother of your children, I love you more than anything.” A look of realization washes over his face and he says “oh.” You smile up at him, and give him a gentle kiss— that gets interrupted by a loud bang coming from the practice room. You lean back “Five bucks says it’s Swiss.” “Ten says it’s Sodo.” Copia replies smirking.

[in-ghost-we-trust]

no dew on the morning grass 

this is my first fic since I was 12. idk what insipred me to write but I did at 1 in the morning It's a re-write of that one scene from New Moon when Edward leaves Bella

724 words (baby fic)  

TW possible sewerslide thought? I don't know just don't want to trigger anyone

Dew was the type of ghoul to show affection. Once he was changed to a fire ghoul, his smile became nothing more than a memory, his hugs were few and far between. He wasn’t him. His pack could sense it, they tried to help, but he shut them out, he shut Papa out and the worst part; he shut you out. His “water lily”. You were his but ever since the change, it seemed as if you were nothing. 

Snow danced down onto the ministry's grounds, there were siblings of sin and ghouls running and throwing snowballs at one another. Yes, there were so many ghouls out, but you only looked for one. Your ghoul. Your dewdrop. He stood off to the side, face slightly looking angered. You catch his eye and run over to him, waving, almost slipping on the ice that covered the marble walkway, he saw this and caught you and helped you stand up straight.  

When you looked in his eyes, you could tell there was something wrong “dew?” you asked still in his arms. His face screwed up and fell and his eyes met yours again “_____ we need to talk” your mind raced, and your face painted with worry. He led you behind the greenhouse, which mountain was checking his trees in. Dew looked directly into your eyes  

“You don't belong in my world.” It felt like he had smacked you, you looked up at him, searching his eyes for any signs of an ill-tasted joke or a fault but, there was nothing. “I belong with you.” you say, no plead “no you don’t” he says with the bluntness of a plastic knife. You go to reach for his face, to cup it to hold him but he steps back from you “i. Don’t. Want. You.” each word was a stab to the chest, over and over again “you don’t want me” it wasnt a question it was just a statement to yourself. You didn’t know if you were in shock, you’d never been but if anything, this was it. “no. But I ask one thing” “a-anything” you choke out “Don't do anything stupid or reckless do you understand” “i- okay” it seems his face slightly softens “Don't worry. You're human. Time heals all wounds for your kind. Particularly if you're not reminded.” your heart stops, it drops to lucifer himself in hell 

 ‘’don't- please dew” he flinches at the nickname ‘’Try to understand. Every second with you is about restraint. You're too fragile. I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not. Reining myself in so I can be with a human.” something clicks in your brain “if this is about my soul, then take it. I don't care! I don't want it without you” you raise your voice “You're not good for me ______” everything stopped, his words rang in your head, your vision is blurred from the tears that pool in your eyes “I'm so sorry I let this go on for so long” he whispers and leans in to kiss your forehead. You blink, closed your eyes for just a second, he's gone “dew!?” you scream and run to the forest next to the abbey, not seeing him near the building. 

You run and run, hoping just maybe you'll find your love, that maybe you can fix whatever just had happened. You quickly become aware of the cold snow seeping into your shoes and the harsh wind that hits your face and hands. You stop running and turn in all directions. You were lost, in a literary since and an emotional since. Tear fall from your eyes like melting icicles, you fall to the freezing ground, shaking with grief ‘was that even the right word?’ it felt like he had died, like he was no longer on this earth.  

Moutain was the one to find you, he had followed you into the woods after he had heard you scream. He carried you back to the abbey, the siblings stared, and the ghouls had bolted over to you. They crowded mountain with questions, but he had no answers, he himself had no idea what had led to this.  

You haven't got out of bed since he had left, you just rot, you don’t get up, everyone tries to check in on you but all you do just float in and out of your body when they are there with you, you dont want their stupid sympathy, all you want is him but hes gone. There's no him. Why should there be a you? 

Chapter two 👆

[black-moon-bunny]

Revenge and Regret.

Sister y/n prepares herself for the night mass unknowing that she is being watched. After night mass and dinner everyone goes to sleep in the abbey. But not Swiss, the multi-ghoul has already planned his revenge, will this bring to him regrets? Will the sister fall into his trap? How this not so well thought plan will end?

Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter 3 Chapter Four

Couples: Fem!Reader x Swiss, Cirrus x Sunshine.

Warnings: Y/N is used, Swiss is a bit of an asshole in this chapter also (I swear it gets better in the next). Voyeurism, Masturbation (Female) Smut, A little angst but not much just a tiny bit. NSFW, Minors DNI +18. All of the pictures were taken from the internet so credits to the people who made them.

Word Count: 5358.

A.N: First of all, I want to thank all of the wonderful comments and the support that the fic has had these last days. Second, I'm currently working on the third chapter, but I got a fever of 38-39 C° (I think is somewhere between 101 F° and 103° F ) and caught a cold (Yeah a cold, in summer. Well, here where I live it is summer right now) so i haven't gotten really far with it but I will post it as soon as I get better. Without anything more to add please enjoy this chapter.

For Sister y/n the rest of the day went by somewhat smoothly: Primo left her after their conversation and the day at the library went fine. Some sisters stopped by to chat with her, something about Cardinal Copia returning from his trip to the Vatican City where he was supposed to bought (or stole maybe) some books; some little gossip about Terzo’s confessional meetings with some sisters and things like that. She wanted to see Cardinal Copia. She had a soft spot for him, he was so sweet with her every time he went into the library, he was awkwardly charming, and she enjoyed his presence.

After the sisters left the library, she closed for the day and went to her room to prepare for the night mass. It was a warm summer night and Sister Imperator, after a long talk with the Cardinal and Papa Terzo, decided to be less strict with the dress requirements; she could wear something lighter than her tunic and veil.  Night mass was for the sisters and brothers to go with their most comfortable clothing, so she decided to go with something light for the warmness of the night. A deep purple velvet dress, a little on the short side, and black platforms with silk stockings. She used her cross necklace and cross earrings with pride.

She joined a group of sisters on her way to the main chapel. Today Secondo oversaw the mass and sermon. She enjoyed Secondo’s sermons; he was so polite, and he talked with a lot of pasión about the work of the church in spreading the word of the darkness. He was genuinely scary, and she had little to no interactions with him, but he always was a gentleman. She looked forward to Papa Secondo mass. Sometimes when she wanted to give up, his sermons gave her new energy to keep going. He was mostly quiet, not like Terzo who walks all over the apse and the altar during his sermons, but he talked with passion and honor of the Emeritus name and with pride in the work of the clergy and himself.

She remembered the first time that she met him. A newcomer in the church in a private reunion with one of the Papas, to decide her future in the abbey.

She was outside the personal office of Secondo in the abbey, waiting to be called. She was nervous, almost terrified. Besides her excitement for being in the church and having found a new place for her in the world, this meeting was the official test for her. If she succeeded, she was going to be one of the many sisters in sin of the abbey and she was going to be assigned to a room and a job. If she failed, she could still help but she would be an outsider and would have to find a job and a place to live. 

—Sister y/n, please come in…. — He was completely outstanding. His clothes, his papal paint; his presence intimidated her. She was amused, but also curious.

—Thank you, Papa, …

—Take a seat dear girl, I don’t bite. Terzo does, be careful with him. —He laughed a bit trying to ease her, she seemed tense. He could understand, being in front of any of the Emeritus was breathtaking for many.

—Thank you, Papa, … So, I should be glad then that I’m going to be interrogated by You, Papa and not by your brother? —She smiled a bit, she had already heard some tales about Emeritus the Third, Terzo.

—I think so and don’t worry, it is not an interrogation. Just some basic information that is needed and an interview just to find where you would be more apt to work. There are common works that each and one of the siblings participate in, for example cooking dinner, cleaning the abbey, and washing clothes. Each month we select a group of sisters and brothers for each one of those tasks and, at the end of the month, are replaced by others and so on. There are other jobs that are selected by their bosses, for example being personal assistant to someone from the clergy or taking care of the garden.

—The garden?

—Si, the garden. My older brother, Papa Emeritus the First has a huge garden, and he always handpicks the sisters or brothers who will be working in it.

—I get it. I’m looking forward to cooking, it’s one of my hobbies… A good meal can be everything that someone needs in times of hardship. —Her smile seemed too bright as she was talking about her likings.

—I will be looking forward to it then, Sister y/n. Well, tell me, how did you end up here, why did you come to us?

—Well, I used to live in a place by the coast, a small town. Had loving parents and everything. I was a teacher… and I had a normal life but, there was this annoying void in my life… I have never been a girl who went to churches or participate in any rite of some sort, but I always felt attracted to demonology and learning about as many religions as I could just for curiosity… I really enjoy books so, I spent most of my time reading… I have been always some sort of an outcast in my hometown, and in my work as teacher too, so I had plenty time to read… And then one day, I threw everything away, bought a ticket plane and travelled around… Then I heard about the Ghost project. I went to one of the rituals and fell in love with the idea of the church, the passion, and the music… It filled part of the void so quickly than I had no doubts, this was my path in life. —Her eyes became glossy as she was remembering some sad parts of her life. She loved being a teacher, but she was not accepted there. She loved her hometown, but she never fitted… She wanted from the bottom of her lonely heart to fit here in the church.

—When you are called by our master you feel it in your heart, he called you here. You belong here with us, don’t ever feel like you don’t belong because here you will always be welcomed. I’m glad you found your way home, your way to us. To him…—He pointed to the big painting of Lucifer that hanged above him. — Well, I have seen enough of you to know that you are going to be one of our most valuable assets here in the church grounds. You seem truly devoted to your calling, and for your job… Would you be fine working at the library? It is huge and needs a lot of maintenance and paperwork, but I think that you are going to love it.

—Yes! Of course, I would love to! I…—She felt some tears falling down her face, she felt so relieved… and so welcomed by Papa Secondo’s words. — I’m sorry… it’s just… I felt so relieved.

—Don’t worry sister, you are going to be great here. And if you have any problems, don’t hesitate to contact me. Let me guide you to the library and then I will leave you with Sister Imperator so you two have a talk about your room and some of the rules here.

From that first encounter, she could feel nothing more than admiration for Secondo. She always participated in his mass, she always tried to retrieve to him as much as she could with her hard work. Even after a year passed, she still felt the excitement of participating at Secondo’s mass.

Besides the excitement that Secondo’s sermons brought to her, she felt like she was being watched from everywhere and couldn’t keep her concentration. Was it the dress? No, it couldn’t be. Other sisters were wearing much more revealing clothes than she was. Maybe Sister Imperator found out of her incident with Swiss and was looking at her? No, she wasn’t. She was feeling a bit anxious, yet she kept trying to focus on the mass. Her suspicions were true though. Primo was looking at her a bit concerned about her behavior early in the day. He kept thinking that something sketchy was definitely going on between the sweet sister and the ravishing ghouls.

Swiss was looking at her also, damning her and her slutty purple dress, his hand in a fist pressing until his knuckles turned a pale grey. She still had a small scent, but her cologne ruined it. She looked gorgeous, the dress hugging her figure, her wide hips. Her thighs in the black silk stockings looked like a sin in itself. She even had a couple of tattoos. And that sweet doe-eyed face looking with admiration to Secondo, wide open. When she went to drink from the chalice, he felt a bit of envy of Secondo’s position: She was underneath the altar, slowly bending her knees looking up to the altar with her mouth slightly open and expecting for the wafer and the bitter wine from Secondo’s hand. Swiss wished to see her between his legs exactly in the same position. He felt like his pants tightened a bit and looked apart to distract himself. He needed to stick to his plan.

In addition, two other ghouls were watching her subtly from the chancel, where the ghouls usually seated for mass, Sodo and Aether. Sodo was intrigued by this sister. They spotted her after noticing Swiss looking at her and mumbling something under his breath. They were sure she was the sister from the library. She seemed interesting, she did not stand up from the rest of the siblings, but at the same time she looked different from the rest of the sisters. Maybe fitting with some others, they have met but not with the full spectrum of the clergy and siblings. She could pass under the radar but never be fully invisible. Sodo already knew some aspects of her, after listening to her singing, wandering outside her room next to the library.

But Aether never knew of her existence until Swiss’ rant now and thought the same. They wanted to know the mysterious sister who made Swiss react like an asshole, but before even trying to talk to her, she was gone as soon as the mass finished.

After mass, they were having dinner in the saloon. The tables were ready, and everyone began to seat. Swiss looked where y/n was seated and scanned the sisters next to her. He definitely knew a few and decided to play his plan smoothly as possible. After the main dish he stood from his seat and walked to where her entertainment for the night was, whispered something to her and left with a smirk. He noticed how y/n looked at him before leaving.

Dinner was over and everyone went to their chambers to sleep. Y/n returned to her room and undressed, getting on her flowy black nightgown but she wasn’t tired. She was confused and still horny, thinking about the events of the morning. She really wanted to fuck… It was almost a fucking year without any contact, and Swiss was a fucking ghoul. It was no secret for her that she felt deeply attracted to them and curious. But this new position given by Sister Imperator prohibited her from indulging in her desires. She lit the purple lights from her decoration, and dropped into her bed, bouncing on the mattress. She was reading a book of demonology and listening to soft jazz when she heard a soft female laugh followed by a growl from the wall that led to the library. Hell fucking no.

She put on her night robe and pressed her ear to the wall hearing a breathy female moan. Her hand moved a bit for a better position and accidentally moved a small mirror next to her closet. Behind it was revealed to her a small purple button. Was that one of the secrets? What was it? An alarm? Something to scare the intruders? She pressed it curiously and anxiously at the same time. It was her job to secure the library and impend night intrusions! If Imperator found out that someone was messing around and she did nothing, she was going to get in trouble.

After pressing the button, some tiles on the floor moved away, creating a passage under the floor with a small light to see where it leads. She decided to follow it, and, after a small walk, she was beneath a trap door in the floor of the library right behind her desk. Underneath the floor she felt more moans and gasps,

—You sure are enjoying this, aren’t you sister?

That voice… it was Swiss! That fucking asshole… So, everything that happened in the morning was a fucking trick to enter the library… but how did he enter? She was sure she had closed with the key and everything, and she would have heard if the door were forced open.

The moans were filling the room, the sound of skin slapping and fluids gushing. She could not deny that even given her position she was a bit aroused by the sounds.

—Look at you, so cockdrunk… So wet for me… Does it feel good? Sure, it is… You can barely talk, so dumb by my cock inside you… Squeezing me…

Y/n decided to lift the trap door slowly; She didn’t want to make any type of noise. She entered the room hiding behind her desk, poking her head out enough to see a bit in the darkness of the place. And the view was something brought up from her dirtiest fantasies.

Swiss was seated on the same armchair from before with the sister seated in his lap, her back pressed against her chest, his face on her neck biting and kissing. His hands lifting her legs as he pounded hard into her wet sex, his tail playing with her breasts. It was brutal, hard and filled with passion. She knew that she needed to stop them, it was her job, nonetheless. But it was so fucking horny, she felt like a teenager watching some porn hidden in her room, but a million times better.

—Don’t try to deny it, you whore… Come on, come for me… You know you need it. One more….

Swiss was fucking her as hard as he could, chasing his high, enjoying his revenge. He was sure that Sister y/n was going to hear all of the noise, he was not going to let her fucking rest. Despite his thirst for revenge, deep down he wanted to make her jealous, that it could have been her if she wanted, but no… Primo messed up the whole thing. He was feeling great, but he noticed how the scent of the sister he was fucking did not even come close to y/n’s scent. It was good but it wasn’t turning him crazy as he was before. It was weaker and not that sweet. He was losing a bit of concentration just thinking about y/n and how much he wanted this sister to be her. He kept going and moved one of his hands to her clit, pressing and caressing the button making the sister moan and tighten. He bite her neck making her moan his name over and over. He still had a lot of energy left to please her and fulfill his revenge.

While y/n was looking from behind the desk (how dirty he was), that sister was sure enjoying it. Maybe she could stop them at the end of their… session. She didn’t know either how the ghoul could react, he seemed stripped from all control and good behavior. Her body felt hot, the moans and growls of the ghouls were echoing in her head, her lungs felt heavy, and the musky scent of the ghoul was making her dizzy. She knew that she was getting horny by just watching.

Her legs opened a bit allowing her hand to touch her clothed pussy above the smooth fabric of her night gown slowly. That was wrong but she was turned on so fast by it. Her voyeuristic pleasure. She began to make circles above her clit, feeling the fabric getting wetter each time she pressed a bit. She choked a moan when she put her hand beneath her underwear directly over her pussy, and introduced two fingers inside mimicking the thrusts of the ghoul as best as she could. She couldn’t look away; every time that he thrusted into her, she saw how his dick stretched out her pussy and made her gush around his dick. How dirty it sounded also, the sloppy wet sounds, his moans, her moans, the skin slapping. As y/n pushed her fingers more and more deep inside her looking for that spot, her mind only could think of how it must feel having his dick inside her. She did not realize that she was looking straight to him. And that’s when it happened.

Swiss felt her scent from one moment to another, and he knew that it was not coming from the girl he was fucking. He took a deep breath trying to get as much of her scent as he could. That’s when he looked directly at the desk, and then his eyes found hers, her dazed look. She looked flustered and he was sure that she was masturbating while she watched them. How cute, how fucking horny also… So, she enjoyed watching? He was going to put on a whole show for her. The ghoul winked his green eye looking at y/n who almost passes out right there. She had been caught. As soon as he saw her reaction, he began to thrust into her with an almost animalistic force. He could feel how her scent grew ever stronger, overpowering the weak scent of the sister he was thrusting into.

She felt trapped. What is going on there with her fucking horniness and that damned ghoul? But the horniness was stronger than the guilt now and her fingers didn’t stop. She went harder squeezing her nipples with her free hand, moaning ever so slightly. She was close, and that was so messed up. Swiss never broke eye contact with her. He moaned and gasped but always kept total eye contact. He was thinking about fucking her while fucking the poor unsuspicious sister (but she couldn’t complain, she already had come twice and was almost there again). He moved the hand that was holding Sister’s leg, and grabbed her throat, biting her earlobe and moaning how close he was to her ear.

Y/n almost lose it right there, the way he was pounding into her while keeping full eye contact with her, her own fingers fucking the devil out of her hole. The moans and growls from the ghoul… For one moment she felt like it was only the two of them in the library. The other sister didn’t exist in the dirty game they were playing. With a few more hard thrusts from Swiss, he came pulling his cock out and letting his seed spread on the armchair with a mischievous smirk. She came at the same time dropping to the floor to avoid the stare of the ghoul. Her breathing was altered, her heart going like crazy, and she barely could feel her legs

After coming down from the bliss, the sister dressed again and left. She saw her struggle with the close door and then going up the second floor to disappear into the air guided by Swiss. Before leaving, Swiss told her “This is a one-time thing, don’t tell anyone… You don’t want to get in trouble”.

Y/n was trying to keep it together. After the bliss, the guilt felt heavier in her chest. That was risky. She could lose her job, she could get in so much trouble with the upper clergy (Maybe not with Terzo, he was a scandalous dirty whore). She could lose her own room, her private sanctuary! She also felt dirty, she knew that it was bad. She should have stopped them, but she lost control. She felt her whole body on fire just by hearing the ghoul moan. She was about to stand and leave for her room when the voice of the ghoul stopped her.

—So, a part of being a fucking tease, you are also a voyeur?... Such a dirty little sister, you are not a prude at all, are you?

—Shut up… You should be grateful that I didn’t call Sister Imperator right away…

—Could you? After getting off by watching us? Do you think I didn’t notice?... Your scent is intoxicating, I felt it right away… What is the matter, little bunny? You got jealous and came to take a look at what you were missing?

Swiss kept his human glare all the time while fucking the other sister, only letting his tail out, but talking with y/n made him drop the glare and going full ghoul. His mismatched eyes looking at her defiant but also intrigued by her next move, his fangs shining under the moonlight that passed through the windows.

—You wish… I was going to do my job! … And then… your scent… I fucking hate you. You made my body all flustered and I couldn’t stop my… self…Wait a damn minute, this was your plan? Messing around with me to get your entrance to the library? You tried to get in my skirt this morning just so you could come here and ruin my job at night?

The realization hit her; she was indeed part of a plan. A plan that could’ve easily had her expelled from the abbey for breaking the trust of S. Imperator. So, the ghoul was never interested in her. All the flirting, all of his questions. He just wanted a free pass to the library. 

—Well, I was looking for something. And then I tried to seduce you. You looked so cute there, all shy and doe-eyed around me… How can one resist to you?

—Don’t lie, Swiss… You wanted this? Your chance to sneak in the library at night? You didn’t have to almost fuck me to get it, you know? Fucking asshole… It’s like being seduced by someone just for pity. You truly are a dickhead.

—Don't talk to me like that… You have no right to scold me, little bunny…—He growled getting closer to her, grabbing her by the waist and picking her from the floor to seat her over the desk looking at him — Maybe this little spectacle will show you that I’m not just a “Simple Ghoul”….

—What? I have never believed that! You overhead what I said to Papa Primo?... I just said that to leave him calmed and without suspicions! My job here and even my possibility to stay at the abbey depended of it. Sister Imperator trusts in me enough to take care of this place! And one of the untold rules is not screwing around with Terzo or the ghouls! —She looked directly at him, letting some of her anger out — I have worked a lot to even get this position —Well, the part of the hard work was true, but the position at first felt like a burden and she really only wanted to keep the room— Why I even thought about screwing it all up for a horny ass ghoul who just wanted a free night pass…—Her voice cracked a bit. She was exhausted and she really felt lonely at the library most of the time; she felt lonely even at the abbey with her sisters and brothers in sin. For a moment she believed that Swiss, even with his flirtatious nature, could be interested in talking with her. He seemed interested in reading, that’s why she showed him her favorite book!

Swiss felt a bit like an idiot. He was indeed putting her at risk with her job and she seemed really angry. And she was right with most of what she said… And he felt stupid. She was trying to save her job, not bashing him just because she felt like it. He screwed it up badly…

—Sister, I truly didn’t want to put you in trouble, I just… It was unfair to us. We were enjoying the library and we didn’t even touch the books! But then Imperator gave you this job and we were forced to leave our sanctuary… And I’m not the only one who thinks this! But I was the one who put you at risk… But after teasing you, I can swear that I did it purely for attraction! You seemed so cute and at the same time you…

—Swiss… I don’t want explanations, not now. I’m tired and… this whole thing was wrong. I shouldn’t have indulged in this situation. Just leave.

—Sister… I am truly…

—Just leave…—She went off the desk and fix her robe looking at him with almost no expression. From a whole rainbow to a scale of grey. She was still the same outcast, the same girl who did not fit enough to be even taken seriously for once.

Swiss took his mask and made a lame attempt to clean the mess he made, then he left. She did the same. She really felt exhausted and guilty. Was it worth the pleasure? She was going to get in so much trouble if Swiss opened his mouth…

As soon as she went back to her room, she turned on her music, her purple lights and collapsed on the bed. Even when she tried, she was unable to stop the tears that fell from her eyes. She felt so lonely… and so guilty. She knew that she was doing something bad! She knew that she could lose her job, but she was so touch-starved, so lonely… She wanted to feel desired, she wanted to feel as attractive as her sisters in sin who always seemed to get lucky. She was always behind… She covered herself with her blanket and fell asleep before turning down the music and the lights.

Swiss, on the way to the den, felt also guilty for his actions; not for everything he did, but for the way in which she spoke to him. She seemed genuinely hurt. He was indeed a dickhead with her, and she was nothing but sweet even when he was tempting her so hard. She was nice to him, showed him one of her favorite books and was so caring with her questions about books while he was trying to flirt with her… Her scent was still in her nostrils, erasing every trace of the sister he lured but making him feel even more guilty. His pride was too much but she was right in everything. He acted from pure spite.

As soon as he arrived at the den, he let himself drop to the sofa and took his mask off, tossing it on the floor without much care. Cirrus was having some coffee and reading a book on the table in front of the sofa. He looked pretty distraught, so she worried a bit.

—Swiss, did you do something wrong?...

—What!? No!… Well, yeah… Well, no… It’s complicated, Cirrus….

—It’s late, we have all night… But you look like shit, and guiltiness doesn’t suit you.

—She was not talking bad about me from spite… and I almost ruin her job… Well, most probably I ruined her job already…

—And she is…?

—Sister y/n, the girl who works at the library and that Imperator chose to take care of the library at night…

—You went to the library and threatened her or something? She is a cutie, but she has a temper. There is this thing though, she is always somewhat lonely, at least that is what the crows said —One of Cirrus’ hobbies was bird keeping. She had four crows: Fames, Pestis, Bellum and Mors. And they were her eyes on the abbey. She was one of the elder ghouls. Her mission while in the abbey was taking care of the ghouls and avoiding problems, but the ghouls were mostly unpredictable, and she enjoyed the gossip that the crows brought to her more than babysitting her bandmates.

—I tried to seduce her, but I caught up in a bit of a heat. Her scent, Cirrus, her scent made me lose control and after a moment, I just wanted to have her. I didn’t care about the library… but Primo interrupted us, and then when I found the second floor entrance, I heard her talking about how I was just a simple ghoul, how she was not affected by me and that I was one more of the ghouls on the abbey and I got mad… and screw over everything

—How?

—I broke into the library with a sister and fucked her and y/n went to stop us and saw me… and I put at risk her job…

—And now you feel guilty, I get it. Well… That was a dick move, you know? She has not many friends in the abbey, so she is not going to have help from anyone if Imperator kicks her out. She is not even from here; she left her birthplace to be here…

—I get it, Cirrus. I’m an asshole…

—And you should….

—Apologize? … I know but she hates me, so I don’t have a choice…

—Well, even if she does, you need to apologize. Bring her a gift, show her that you are sorry and don’t do that shit again…—She sighed and rubbed Swiss shoulder with care. The ghoul relaxed with her touch leaning into her. They all cared for each other even with their fights, even with their stupid arguments.

—Could I ask you a favor?... Can you persuade the rest? To leave the library alone? I don’t want her to lose her job…

—I will try, but you know how they are. You are like that too. But honestly, you need to apologize to her. She seems nice, and awfully lonely.

Swiss left to his room, he needed to rest… That’s when the fire ghoul dropped from the ceiling. He heard everything that Swiss said to Cirrus.

—So, she is awfully lonely, and Swiss is a jerk?…

—Why are you two so fixed on this sister? Is she sooo special?

—I don’t know, but she is something… When I was sneaking outside her room, I managed to catch a glimpse of her singing with some weird colorful lights shining through the door.

—And what do you think? Maybe she is a witch! —Cirrus was clearly joking, but to Sodo that seemed like a full possibility.

—Maybe! She seems nice also. Today at the dinner she was talking with some of the sisters about Secondo’s mass, she seemed really invested in it…

—You know, maybe I’m going to pass by the library tomorrow… Goodnight Sodo, don’t bother Aether if you don’t want to be hit again, and don’t go to sleep late. You have been using more energy than usual —Cirrus kissed his cheek and patted his head a couple of times before going to her room. She shared her bed with Sunshine, so she landed on the warm side of the bed, hugging her from behind — She has made a good impression already. Are you sure that Secondo’s vision was about her?— Cirrus whispered at Sunshine’s ear.

—I’m about… eighty percent sure… She seems to fit the mold… Come here babe, kiss me goodnight and go to sleep…

—Swiss and Sodo are really interested in her… But Swiss already screwed it up. I hope she forgives him, he seemed worried…

—She will. If Secondo was right… we are going to be first in line to see the birth of a new ghoulette… It is going to be nice to have another girl in the den… —I hope Secondo is right… Well, enough of this talk… Let’s go back to sleep, ok? —Cirrus kissed her slowly before going to sleep hugging her. Thinking to herself how interesting these couple of months were going to be.

A.N : Soooo I hope that this was a good chapter for you. I have two things to add, i hurt myself writing this a couple of times, the feelings of being an outcasted hit really hard. And second, Thanks again to my wonderful editor @saemttle who beta read this and help me with the editing. I wish that everyone who reads this enjoys and supports. Thank you so much.

A.N 2: I just needed to add girls love, so I thought to add Cirrus and Sunshine as a couple, I'm thinking on give the same treatment to Rain and Mountain because I always pair those two in my mind but who knows, let me know if you would like to see something like that.

[cherrycxkes]

”I love you” (Sh!tpost I forgot to post earlier)

⚠️Slightly suggestive warning⚠️[Bite mark at end]

Not really much effort into this. But according to Ibis paint, it took me 3 hours and 5 mins for all the drawings/sketches in this.

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Mountain content..

I must ask

Can we get some AFAB Ghoul reader x mountain fluff?

Mountains been head over heels since they were first summoned but he's been too scared to tell them, so for years they never knew until Mountain gets his secret told by one of the ghouls

Possibly Ifrit because this man would ship them so hard and be a little shit about it

Just a thought tho

JUST KISS ALREADY!!!

Hello, my dear Evo, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request. But I have finally fulfilled it! Ifrit is the annoying little shit that gets his OTP together. I may have gone stereotypical, but I thought it was cute that went to your request. (Y/N) and Mountain have been in love for years, absolute simps for each other, but the typical oblivious goofball and the stoic one who refuses to believe that their love interest could return their feelings. But Ifrit has a plan, keep them seperated all day then drive the big guy crazy tonight during game night, just how will he do it?

-1275 words

I hope y'all enjoy this! I think it's cute with the little bit of steam at the end -Love Whiskey

Ifrit has been watching Mountain and (Y/N) pine and tiptoe around each other since the young ghouleh had been summoned by Terzo later in his reign as Papa; they had been brought to the surface from the Pit to serve as an instrument tech since they were a Multi ghoul like Swiss and Sunshine. (Y/N) was talented at each instrument, having picked up remarkably quickly on each once they were settled into the Ministry, but their favorite instruments had to be Bass and Percussion, of course, Drums being their top favorite (Sorry, Not Sorry :P) 

They have been on every tour since their summoning and have grown close with all the ghouls, most of all the lumbering giant of an Earth ghoul with whom they share a love of music. Mountain and (Y/N) have been the best of friends for years and, without the other knowing, star-crossed lovers who are so oblivious that it hurts. 

Ifrit finds it annoying that his favorite couple does not seem to know how to get together, so he comes up with a plan after listening to Mountain complain about (Y/N) being stolen anytime he wants to talk to them. 

“Hey (Y/N)! Can you come help me with something?” The Fire ghoul calls across the garden as he jogs up to the multi. He grinned as he saw the (height) (h/c) ghoul perk up in surprise from their conversation with Pebble and Mountain. “Sure, what’s up, fritter?” They ask, tilting their head as they stand, brushing off the dirt from their knees. Ifrit notices how Mountain stares up at them from where he’s half kneeling, still chest height with the multi, “I have a favor to ask. Can you come with me?” Ifrit chirps.

(Y/N) smiles, “Of course!” And off they go, IfritIfrit smiling widely as he notices the giant get up with a huff and head off in another direction. 

The Fire ghoul continues this the rest of the day, never leaving the pair alone. He watches as the normally level-headed and stoic ghoul gets more and more frustrated every time he steals the Multi away, not missing the glares he sends when he sees the himbo wrap a friendly arm around their waist. 

But it all comes to a head that night during their weekly game night; Swiss and Sunshine had come up with the idea of truth or dare spin the bottle. Everyone took turns spinning the quickly emptied wine bottle and acting out the various inane antics and deep truths they had given. Delta admitted to having once fucked Terzo on the balcony of a fancy hotel, and that’s why they were banned; Cirrus performed a lap dance for Rain, who turned the color of the deep ocean in embarrassment before hiding in Dewdrop’s lap for the rest of the night, and Ifrit will never forget seeing Alpha dressed in a maid outfit (Satan knows where Special got the thing) and romantically dancing with Aether. 

But things got spicy as the bottle slowed (Y/N). Ifrit grins as he sees his newest victim. Leaning forward, the Fire ghoul smirks. “Truth or dare, little one,” he purrs, watching as Mountain stiffens at the name. 

(Y/N) grins, “Dare bitch, hit me with your best shot!” Ifrit’s grin only grows as he glances around the circle before coming to rest on his kin, who is dressed only in a muscle shirt and dark jena

Alpha chuckles darkly as he watches them blush, the former lead guitarist hadn’t been shy about his interest in the Multi with his flirting and open offers of them coming to him if they needed help with anything.  

(Y/N)’ s face is a deep scarlet in record time as they glance over at the large ghoul, tail flittering with nerves, “uh..h..how long?” They stutter

Ifrit grins, “just one song,” already scrolling for the perfect song in his playlist. Swiss is already running to set up the designated chair for the dare, a deep red plush armchair (I’m uncreative, sue me) 

Alpha smirks as he gets up, “cmon squirt, let’s see those moves.” moving to sit in the chair as if uninterested, even if the way he’s watching them like he’s about to eat them says otherwise. Ifrit watches as Mountain knuckles whiten as he grips his pant legs. 

Soon, Minerva by Deftones spills through the speakers as (Y/N) stands, sauntering over to Alpha and swinging their hips as they walk. Thankful that they wore their ripped jeans and not the shorts they’d planned on, (Y/N) leans down to caress warm, toned arms as they roll their body sensually. 

Ifrit grins as he watches Mountain’s rage bubble to the surface. Alpha smirked and enjoyed his show, his hands holding the Multi’s hips as they ground on his lap. 

As soon as the song is over, Alpha is quick to tug (Y/N) into his lap and whisper something in their ear that has them blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl. This snaps the giant’s resolves. 

With one fluid motion, Mountain stands and stomps over, scooping up (Y/N) from the Fire ghoul’s lap and heads down the hallway. 

“So…game over?” Special chirps from where he’s lounged in Omega’s lap like a house cat 

~To Our Lovebirds~

“Mountain! Mountain, put me down! What’s wrong with you!” (Y/N) shrieks as the said ghoul kicks open his door and throws them on his bed with a grunt. Within seconds, the giant is on top of them, chest heaving as he attempts to calm himself, “What’s wrong with me?! Watching you grind on that asshat has driven me fucking crazy! Nobody should touch you like that but me! Not Alpha, not Ifrit, not anybody! Not unless they’re me! I love you, and I refuse to watch someone else touch what’s mine,” he shouts, face softening as he sees the fear in their eyes. 

Pushing up and leaning back on his heels, rubbing his face with the heels of his palms, “I’m sorry…I just… I’ve loved you since the day we met, and..watching him touch and look at you like that after Ifrit’s been stealing you all day was just too much. It… it’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” his voice hoarse as if holding back emotions

(Y/N) says nothing and stares at him for a moment before crawling towards him. Glancing up at them, “What are you doing?” 

Mountain asks, confused, before he’s pulled into a warm kiss, and his world explodes with color. 

The kiss lasts a seemingly endless amount of time, yet it feels like it ends too soon as (Y/N) pulls away. “I have loved you every day since you took me to the garden. Please know that I am yours as much as you are mine,” they whisper.

The drummer groans and tugs them into a possessive and needy kiss that quickly turns spicier as whines and growls echo under the door.

Just on the other side, a certain Himbo sits, giggling as his plan works. "“You really had to play the jealousy card?” Special asks as they flop beside him. “Yep!” Ifrit pops the P as he listens to the slowly growing noises that come through the door. 

Special smirks, “How about you come with me, and we help poor Alpha through his horny heartbreak?” 

They don’t finish their sentence before Ifrit darts down the hallway. Standing and brushing imaginary dirt from themselves, they hear a surprisingly low-pitched whine that sounds suspiciously like Mountain, “always knew he was a bottom.” they chuckle as they follow Ifrit.