#ghost band fan fiction

[iamthecomet]

comet... I'm thinking...

this and this, right?

what if he was in heat? what if he did have a plug in? and that was just the perfect opportunity to get something close to relief, a little hump against his bass and an additional grind of the plug???

most importantly, who put it into him?

this requires a ficlet, me thinks

Breakfast time, Hypnone! My eyes have been bugging out of my head about this one since you sent it. 1.4k of uh...whatever this is.

Full moons are torture. Rain has gotten used to this by now.  Standing on stage under the burn of the stage lights feeling like he’s coming apart at the seams. He’s dripping with sweat. Feels beads of it running down his spine. He doesn’t know how many times he’s wiped his hands off on his thighs. Fingers slipping on strings, nearly fumbling notes. But he’s well practiced at this by now. Used to it. Planning a tour is hard enough without having to account for an afflicted water ghoul. So, this, while uncomfortable, has become the norm.

His gut aches as he plucks at his strings. Mind somewhere else. Already in a cold shower. Spread out on the hotel bed, exposed to whoever feels like taking a turn. This one is worse than usual. It’s harder.

Swiss and Mountain ganged up on him before their set. Crowding up to him in the dingy dressing room. Fingers wiggling beneath the waistband of his uniform pants. Mountain kissing him breathless while Swiss fingered him, stretching him out, getting him ready. Rain had keened into Mountain’s mouth, begged for a knot that never came. Instead of relief, he got a plug. The minute it was fully seated Mountain and Swiss were gone. Backing away. Mountain pressed a kiss between his horns and told him to be good as Swiss grinned madly at him. Wiggling his slick finger as he disappeared out of the door, a promise.

Rain doesn’t remember most of the show. Going through the motions. Veins molten. Body shuddering with each step. Any intense movement grinds the plug against his prostate. Makes his vision flicker. He’s never wanted to cum so badly in his life.  When Dew slides up behind him during Year Zero he leans back against him, arching, pressing their masks together. Dew nuzzles him, tweaks a nipple. Rain can feel the shake of his laughter—and then he’s gone. And Rain feels his absence like a wound.

Rain likes this game. The way he has to fight himself. The way his packmates look at him across the stage. Ravenous. All of them.

Loves how it feels to stand in front of thousands of people and know that none of them have any idea what’s really going on. There is something about all those eyes turned to him—it makes it all so much better.

Aeon lingers around him for longer than usual. Swiss grins at him, fingers the air like a promise. Aurora and Cumulus reach out for him when he walks between their platforms. Cirrus drags her fingers over his chest at the end of her keytar solo.

They want him.

He’s given up on being subtle by the time Square Hammer starts. When Dew leans, so does he, pressing his cock against the back of his bass. Dropping one hand behind him to press against the plug, grind it a little further in. Just enough to hit a spot that makes him feel like his bones have turned to liquid. He locks eyes with Dew, catching the barest hint of Dew’s smirk through his balaclava.

A little more and he could cum from this. In front of all these people. He almost does.

But then the moment is over. Dew straightens, so does he. The pressure eases, but the burn doesn’t.

That last song feels like it goes on forever. He throws his picks in handfuls. Not aiming. Not even looking at the crowd. He hopes they gang up on him in the dressing room. Shove him up against the flimsy door. Fuck him hard enough to break it down. Any of them, all of them. At this point he isn’t picky. He expects something as they walk backstage. Attention. Someone to sidle up to him, to press open mouth kisses to his neck. To talk to him. Instead, all he gets is a rough slap on the ass from Dew as he walks by. Hard enough to jam the plug into his prostate. Enough to make his knees buckle. He stumbles, doesn’t fall. Dew looks back at him and chuckles. 

And then, nothing.

An empty dressing room. A quiet ride to the hotel. Sitting makes it worse, so he slides down as far as he can in his seat. Eyes closed. Tries to think about anything other than how agonizing the last twenty minutes have been. Tries not to think about begging Swiss to fuck him right here, right now. He can’t fucking wait any longer. And then they’re at the hotel. Nice like they’ve all been this tour. And Swiss and Mountain are flanking him urging him into the elevator, down a long hallway, into a room with one queen sized bed.

“Touch me."

They’re the first words Rain has said in hours. Eyes darting between Mountain and Swiss.

“Bet you’ll cum right away,” Swiss says, dropping onto the bed, toeing his shoes off. He lays back with an exhausted sigh.

“Y-yeah,” Rain agrees. Looking toward Mountain. “Please.”

“No fun in that,” Swiss says, face turned toward the ceiling. Rain wants to argue. Wants to remind Swiss, pointlessly, that he’ll cum as many times as Swiss wants, but Mountain crosses the room and pulls Rain into a kiss before he can get the words out. It’s sweet at first, but quickly turns filthy. Mountain licking deep into Rain’s mouth, claiming, hands on each of his cheeks holding him in place while he plunders. Rain can only whine, lean into it, open wider.

Swiss sits up on his elbows to watch. Hitches himself up on the bed enough to lean against the headboard and get a hand on himself. Palming over the zipper of his jeans as Mountain pulls Rain’s clothes off piece by piece. Fingers gentle over his overheated skin, mouth latched to his throat.

Rain doesn’t realize he’s naked until he is, rutting his cock against Mountain’s thigh. Chasing an orgasm that rushes up too quickly. He doesn’t see it coming.

But Swiss does. Pushing off the bed and coming to stand behind Rain. He locks an arm around his waist and pulls him back. Wrenching him away from Mountain and the only meaningful stimulation he’s had in hours.

“Get on the bed,” Swiss whispers in his ear, teeth grazing over the shell of it. Fingers digging into his belly.

Rain stumbles when Swiss releases him, but manages to get there. Tossing himself onto the bed, bouncing in a nest of soft pillows. He watches Swiss pull Mountain in by the collar. Can see the slide of their tongues as they kiss. Hips slotting together. Mountain whines.

Rain feels like he’s going to implode.

It's cruel, he thinks. All of this. They could have ended this by now. Knotted him. Relieved him of his static brain and heavy limbs. Of the way his blood feels like lava. He’s been hard for so long he doesn’t think he remembers how it feels not to be.

“Please,” he tries, but the word cracks and fails. He tries again. Louder. Swiss and Mountain pause. Swiss pulls back. Rain wants to taste the string of spit that still connects them.

“He’s been good,” Mountain whispers. Dragging his fingers through Swiss’ hair, holding him close. Rain leans against the headboard, cock kicking against his belly. Pre drying in his happy trail.

Swiss hums. Nips at Mountain’s lip.

“He’s so pretty when he’s desperate, though. We promised we’d wait for—”

There’s the sudden sound of a keycard in their door. Rain swears he can feel the click of the lock in his bones. His stomach flips.

Swiss looks at him—really looks at him, finally. Dark eyes narrowing, zeroing in. Rain doesn’t see who slips through the door before Mountain and Swiss are blocking his view of it. One on either side of his thigh. Swiss reaching between his legs to wiggle the plug. Mountain sweeps some of Rain’s hair behind his ear. He cups Rain’s cheek, gentle. A stark contrast to how Swiss drags the plug almost all the way out and slams it back in.

The door opens again. Rain barely hears it over the blood pounding in his ears and his own whimpering. But he knows who’s here now. His addled brain finally catching up. He can smell his pack—all of them. Eyes on him, dragging over flushed shaking skin. Hungry.

“Gonna take such good care of you tonight, Raincloud.” Mountain whispers, bending to kiss him. He tastes like Swiss.

“Gonna ruin you,” Swiss promises.  

Rain hopes they do.

[daisydeacks]

The Sister

Chapter 1/? Cardinal Copia x Sister!Reader (female pronouns/sex used, reader is y/n) 

Father Copia finds you in the chapel. You learn more about the newer priest and his ulterior motives.  Warnings: smut. gross floor smut. unprotected sex, incorrect religion, some manipulation? consent=key tho, always. 

A/N: this is me dipping my toes into writing for ghost. I kind of have plans to make this a chapter series? enjoy:) Ao3 LINK, Chapter 2

You were kneeling in the church pew, your forehead leaning against your clasped hands. In them was your rosary, the crucifix and strand of beads dangling between your fingers. You found yourself with furrowed eyebrows as you prayed, a sense of annoyance filling you when you couldn’t think of the right words, quietly stumbling over the whispered prayer. It wasn’t long before you exhaled an irritated sigh, murmured an apology, and leaned back on your heels as your hands dropped themselves into your lap.

“Sister, are you alright?” An accented voice spoke from behind you and you jumped, head turning around to greet the person. It was Father Copia. He greeted you with a kind smile, and the sight of his different colored eyes sent a chill up your spine as it did most times.

Not an entirely unpleasant feeling, although, it happened each time you were alone with the man.

“Father! I-” You found yourself trying to scramble to stand before Copia quickly shook his head, his hands motioning for you to stay kneeled. You couldn't help the blush that grew on your face as he came closer to you, the man now kneeling next to you in the pew.

“You do not need to stand, Sister, it’s quite alright.” His kind smile did not waver as he kneeled next to you, a small huff leaving him as he settled on his knees. The two of you were silent for a few moments before he cleared his throat.

“You’ve been in here for quite some time. You like to make sure your Lord hears you correctly, no?”

There it was again. Your Lord. Not our like you heard from everyone else in the church. You eyed Copia a bit nervously before slowly nodding at his question. “I..” You sighed, looking ahead at nothing in particular. Your eyes happened to settle on a stained glass window of Virgin Mary. You always found yourself looking at that one. Even though made of glass, the depiction of her made her seem kind and understanding. It was comforting. “Yes.. Father. Although, I don’t think I could even get a complete sentence out tonight.” You admitted quietly, hands clutching your rosary tightly.

The man hummed in understanding to your words, his own eyes following where yours were looking. “What is on your mind, Sister? If you don’t mind me asking.”

And that too. He always made sure you were okay speaking with him, that you wanted to. Not that there was an issue with that, but the other priests did not give you a choice when asking you to admit what was on your mind.

You found yourself hesitating a moment before your eyes fell downcast, focusing on the rosary in your hands. “I found out this morning that one of my residents from when I worked in a care home has passed away. Not that it’s.. surprising, he was 80 or so years old,” You found yourself smiling at the memory of the man. “But I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye, and it-” You felt a lump form in your throat now, eyes burning. You cleared your throat, tears spilling over when you blinked.

A gloved hand covered your own hands, the leather warm against your cold ones. His thumb rubbed against the back of your right hand comfortingly, his hand now holding both of yours. “It’s okay to cry, Sister. You do not need to hide it or your thoughts around me. I do not see it as weakness or lack of faith.”

Any other priest in the clergy would have asked why you would have needed to say goodbye when you knew you would see him again in the afterlife. That the thought of being able to see him again one day should be comforting enough, that he's with the Lord now and safe once more.

Copia removed his hand from your own and you tried to ignore the drop in your stomach at the loss of contact. You looked over at the man as he dug in the hidden pocket of his black cassock before a soft “ah” left his mustached lips. He pulled out a dark red handkerchief and held it out towards you.

“It is clean, Sister, I promise.” He gave you a small smile again, forehead creased as he watched you with concern.

You couldn’t help the sad laugh that bubbled out of you at his statement, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’ before using the soft fabric to pat your cheeks dry.

“I can see you cared quite a lot for this resident.” Copia’s voice was gentle as he watched you and you shrugged your shoulders, feeling small under his mismatched gaze. “No, do not...” He paused, trying to think of the right words. “You did, and that’s okay, Sorella. You’re allowed to be sad about his passing.”

You were fiddling with the now damp handkerchief, eyes still downcast towards your lap. It was silent between the two of you for a few moments before you furrowed your eyebrows, feeling something embroidered in the handkerchief.

“Ah, Y/N-..” 

You unfolded the fabric to find an upside down cross. It was different than your regular every day cross, it seemed to have a circle with it, almost making the upside down crucifix look like a G.

You felt your mouth go dry, face dropping as you studied at the embroidered cross. You could feel Copia’s eyes on you.

“...Father, why do you have this?” Your voice was quiet as you hesitantly looked over at the man next to you. You felt a twist in your lower abdomen at the sight of him looking at you. It seemed his white eye was almost glowing as he stared at you.

You could tell he was choosing his words carefully.

“You know, Sister,” he reached a gloved hand out towards you once more. He gave you enough time to pull your hands away if you did not want to be touched or held. You didn’t move.

Copia took your right hand as he turned more towards you on the floor, your left hand now holding the handkerchief and rosary. He took a breath before continuing. “I was sent to this church for you specifically.”

Your stomach dropped again. You weren’t sure how much more twisted it could get. “What? What do.. what do you mean?”

“My church sent me here for you,” He explained as if it were simple, “We had heard about you. The Sister that does not quite fit in. The Sister who wears her heart on her sleeve, who refuses to hurt another who does not follow the same faith or questions it- the Sister that those wavering in their faith go to knowing she will not judge.”

All of those things were true, yes, although you spent hours repenting against your sins of questioning. Your sins of unholy and sinful thoughts. The sin of thinking differently.

You felt warm under Copia’s gaze, your ears burning hot. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him.

“What faith do you practice, Father?” Your voice was quiet, hesitant. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer.

“I think you know, mia cara.” A gloved hand reached up towards your cheek, his thumb warm against your skin as he wiped your new tears away. His voice was as soft as the leather that made his black gloves. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, subconsciously turning more towards him.

“You know, I am not even a priest?” His words brought you out of your daze and you blinked, looking up at Copia in confusion as he continued to rub your cheek with his thumb. “Sí, yes, it’s true. I’m a Cardinal in my church, higher up than your regular priest, I suppose. I guess you could say I was.. undercover?”

You were silent as Copia spoke, still watching him carefully but not daring to move. Even when admitting he was a worshiper of Satan he still made your chest swell with a feeling you of which you weren’t sure to call. The corner of your mouth twitched a bit in amusement at his words. Undercover.

“Yes, F-..” You took a stuttered breath. “Cardinal. I know what a Cardinal is. Most people do.”

“Twinge of a smile I see, signorina?” The Cardinal’s voice was still gentle, surprise evident in his tone. “Does this mean it will be easier to take you back with me than we thought?”

You felt your stomach twist again, your mouth going dry. Betray God? Eternal damnation? Sure, you had your own ideas about Heaven and Hell and your faith in general but you had kept them to yourself, scared to be outcast or worse. Except for when-

“Bible study.” You mumbled, realization dawning on you. “When you would..call me into your office. For Bible study.”

The man nodded, watching you curiously. “I wanted to know your true thoughts. You know, they are very similar to my church’s beliefs. I could see why they sent me here to recruit you.” He gave you a smile, thumb still brushing your drying cheek. “You had opened up easier for me than I thought you would, Sorella, considering I was still quite new.”

“And you never corrected me for my.. opinion.” You would be lying if you didn’t feel the slightest bit foolish for thinking he was just different than the others in the clergy.

Well, he was.

It was then you realized he had been inching closer to you during your conversation, that he was now facing you in the floor of the pew you two had been kneeling in, his face only a few inches from yours, free hand holding the back of the benched seat in front of the two of you. You swallowed as his gloved hand moved down from your cheek to the back of your neck, his hold on you still light, gentle, allowing you to pull away at any moment if you pleased.

Once again you didn’t move.

Copia watched you carefully before leaning forward, mouth near your ear. You could feel his breath against your skin and you tried to suppress the involuntary shiver that left you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen.

“Leave with me, dolcezza.” It was almost a command. The only one he had ever given you. You blushed at the pet name. “They will never know.” He leaned in closer, nose brushing against your ear. “Or maybe they would. Maybe they will think I took you, the strange new priest-” it came out as a quiet hiss, it was no question people were wary of his different characteristics and mannerisms- “or maybe they will think you seduced me and we left to be damned forever, together.”

It was almost as if on cue a bright light flashed throughout the church from the windows, followed a second later by a distant roar of thunder. Your free hand clutched Copia’s cassock at his words, the other that still held the handkerchief and rosary trembling. His hand on your neck tightened just so, enough for you to whimper and tilt your head to the side. A silent message of consent.

Copia inhaled deeply before he smiled, eyes squinting. “No one would hear us, Sister.” His voice was still quiet, followed by another flash of light and rumble of thunder from the storm brewing outside. “Not with the storm. And it’s dark enough in here, no? With just the candles?”

You turned your head to look at the Cardinal with wide eyes, your grip on his robes unwavering. Despite the smile his stare was intense, hungry, his white eye stark in the darkness.

Give in to the temptation? You could get up right now, go back to your room, pretend this never happened. Pray for forgiveness. The Satanic Cardinal would probably be gone by morning, disappearing into the night forever.

Or you could disappear with him.

“Our Lord loves a sinner, Sister. Celebrates it, really. Almost the whole point...” It was almost as if he read your racing thoughts. You felt your face flush warmer at his words. You hesitated a moment, your eyes taking a quick, sweeping glance around the empty chapel before you pulled Copia towards you and closed the gap, your mouth crashing against his.

You swore you heard him growl against your lips, the hand that was around your neck immediately taking a possessive hold on you. His mustache scratched against your upper lip and you dropped the handkerchief and rosary, your other hand coming up to cup his face as you opened your mouth to his prodding tongue.

A squeal left you as you fell back on your ass, the tile floor cold through your skirt. Your legs came back in front of you, the floor length skirt of your habit pooling around your thighs. You wrapped your legs around Copia’s waist best you could manage to, pulling him on top of you as you fell onto your back.

The man grunted against you as he tried to soften your drop to the floor before he pulled back, staring down at you with blown away look in his eyes.

“May I?” His hand that had been on the back of your neck reached up, tugging on your veil gently as if to accentuate his question.

You felt yourself hesitate. This was it. You were giving in. The faking and lying each day leading to this moment. You nodded, closing your eyes at the feeling of Copia pulling the fabric from your head, revealing your hair that was hidden underneath.

He was silent longer than you would have liked. You opened your eyes to find him still staring down at you, his jaw slack.

“You’re beautiful, mia cara.”

You blushed at his words, not sure how to respond. He smiled at your bashfulness, gloved hand cupping your cheek again, his other inching up your thigh and under your skirt.

“What do you say, Sister?” Copia leaned down over you, face nuzzling into your neck as his hand inched higher, more inward towards your core. He inhaled deeply as he reached your underwear, fingers stopping at the hem of the thin garment. “Will you give yourself to me?” His hand that was on your cheek was now holding himself up over you as he nipped at your skin. You shivered at the sensation, hands fisting in his cassock as you felt his fingers under your skirt continue to mess with the hem of your panties. “Betray your God in the name of Lucifer? Everything you’ve worked for?” It was almost a growl but nevertheless he waited for your answer, ready to pounce as soon as he knew you accepted your fate with him.

You found yourself breathing unevenly, eyes staring towards the dark ceiling in the dimly lit church, flashes of light from outside illuminating the beautiful craftsmanship every so often, followed by the loud boom or crackle of thunder.

You closed your eyes. “Yes.” It came out as a whisper.  

Your eyes snapped back open and a gasp tore itself from your throat as Copia bit down on the base of your neck as soon as you gave your answer, the man all but growling again as his hand pushed your underwear to the side. A gloved finger teased at your entrance, circling just so before he slowly pushed into you. You brought a hand up to your mouth to muffle your gasps, your eyes rolling back as Copia brushed against that sensitive spot inside of you.

Copia pulled away from your neck to look at your face, expression feral as he took you in under him, strands of hair falling into his face. He shuffled himself back onto his knees so he was kneeling before you, your legs spread wide for him as he continued his languid movements. His free hand brought one of your legs up, your ankle now near his head. He pressed a few wet kisses to whatever patch of skin of yours he could reach, groaning against your leg as he continued his slow movements with you.

“Oh, Satanas, you love a good orgasm, sí,” He watched with a darkened gaze as he pulled his hand from you, the finger and knuckles surrounding it wet on his glove, “this one will be a good one...”

He pressed another kiss to your leg, watching your face contort in pleasure as he added a second finger to you this time. Your arm was thrown over your mouth, muffling whimpers as you rolled your hips against the actions of his fingers.

Copia reached his free hand down, pulling your arm from your face. “I want to hear you, mia cara, He wants to hear.” It came out as a low growl, his white eye seemingly growing brighter in the dim room.

A whine tore itself from your throat as Copia pressed his thumb to your clit, your hands reaching above your head, trying to avoid covering your mouth.

It was then the sound of a door opening reached both of you, your eyes widening in fear. Copia cursed under his breath, quickly but carefully moving your leg before hurriedly leaning back over you. His fingers never halted their actions inside of you and you writhed a bit under him, your core clenching around the digits.

“I could have sworn they were in here, Father.” A voice echoed throughout the room and you clenched your eyes shut, hands re-tangling themselves in Copia’s robes. The Cardinal shushed you quietly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before a gloved hand clamped itself over your mouth.

Your eyes snapped open at the action and you watched him, your breathing becoming more labored as he continued his assault below.

“Perhaps they went to his office again. He’s been helping her with Bible study, Sister. You know she’s been struggling lately.”

Copia couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips as he looked down at you under him, his thumb pressing against your clit once more as his fingers still worked inside of you, your mouth opening under his hand, “Yes, Bible study.” He murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

An involuntary moan tore itself from your throat, muffled against Copia’s glove as your hips continued to try to roll against his hand. The Cardinal grinned at your reaction before it faltered.

“What was that?”

A flash of light followed by the crash of thunder filled the building. You froze under Copia, the man above you stilling his actions.

“It’s windy outside, Father, I’m sure it’s just the old building.” The Sister responded, the man with her making a noise of uncertainty.

“I suppose. Come on, let’s make sure power is still on in the rest of the monastery.”

The two of you stayed still as you heard their footsteps come closer, Copia cursing under his breath, mismatched eyes darting in the direction they were coming from. You watched Copia with bated breath as you waited for them to pass by.

They passed down the aisle by the two of you without a passing glance, soon the slam of a door confirming their leave. You exhaled through your nose a sigh of relief, eyes rolling back as you all but deflated against the floor.

“Oh, amore, I for sure thought we’d be caught.” Copia’s words were soft, his hand leaving your mouth to tangle in your hair. He continued his movements inside of you now, a surprised whine tearing itself from your lips, no longer muffled by his hand.

You reached a hand up to grab Copia by the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to yours. “Please,” your words were muffled by the kiss and the man made a questioning noise. “Please, Cardinal..”

“Please what?” He pulled back to look down at you, expression expectant. “Use your words, what are you demands of me?”

You felt your stomach tighten at his words. You had never experienced anything like this before. His hand that had been fingering you below was now gripping your hip, fingers warm against your skin.

“I…” you found yourself flushing with embarrassment, face impossibly warm.

Copia’s expression softened. Your name fell from his lips sweetly. “I’m sorry, dolcezza, I know this is not easy for you. I shouldn’t be so… ah,” he sighed before leaning down, pressing a kiss to your cheeks, forehead, and then your lips. It was not missed by you that it was in the same pattern as crossing yourself before or after prayer- right, left, up, down.

You found yourself smiling a bit in amusement once more, although the sweet actions didn’t help alleviate the new, almost empty feeling ache between your legs. “Please, Copia,” you reached a hand up, fingers tangling in his hair as you scratched at his scalp. The man over you groaned at the feeling, forehead leaning against yours as his eyes fell shut. “Take me. I want you so badly, more than anything I’ve ever wanted, please-“

His eyes snapped open as your words became ones of begging, expression once again turning to one of a certain level of ferocity. He kissed you rather roughly, his hips now pressing against yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You moaned into his mouth as the feeling of him against your center, hands reaching down to pull his cassock apart. Thankfully it was buttons, easy to snap open. Copia pulled back with a labored gasp, reaching down to undo his belt before he pushed his pants and boxers down. He reached a hand under your habit’s skirt and tore your panties from your body, the sound of tearing fabric filling the chapel.

It was then the Cardinal leaned back on his knees, eyes emotionless as he looked you over. You felt another drop in your stomach as he kept his gaze on you before you yelped as you were flipped, your stomach suddenly against the floor as you were pulled back to him by your legs. You were lifted onto your knees with ease and you shivered at the feeling of your habit’s skirt being pushed up over your ass, his fingers groping as he pushed the heavy fabric up to expose you, the skirt now pooling around your waist. You propped yourself up on your elbows, your face and neck burning in embarrassment at how exposed you were to him.

You heard him inhale behind you before the feeling of his hot breath exhaling over your wet core sent another shiver throughout your body. His teeth grazed the skin of one of your cheeks before he moved back, now lining himself up with you.

Your head dropped down against the old, tile floor as you waited for Copia, the man behind you letting out a deep chuckle.

“You’re patient, Sister.” His voice sounded different, another chill running through you. “More patient than I could ever be.” He ran himself along your wet folds before pressing himself into you, the man soon draping himself over you. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he bottomed out, your elbows sliding out from under you, causing your face and chest to be pressed against the cold tile.

Copia growled over you, his mouth soon finding your neck. He nipped at your skin rather harshly, mustache rubbing against you. “I want to hear you, amore.” It was another command, one of his hands reaching down in front of you and easily finding your clit.

A choked sound tore itself from your throat as he started to roll his hips against yours, his fingers working in time with his movements. You could feel his mouth moving against your neck, words you could not quite understand leaving his lips. It almost sounded like a prayer.

You couldn’t help the gasps and whimpers that tore themselves from you, your hips pressing back against Copia the best to your ability, the weight of him covering you overwhelming. His own gasps and moans reached your ears in-between the words he was murmuring. 

Soon another flash of lightning filled the chapel, followed by the loudest clap and crackle of thunder yet. A different chill ran up your spine, goosebumps raising along your skin.

You heard Copia growl against your neck again, his movements picking up pace. “Non soli sumus, soror.” He reached the hand that had been bracing himself over you up, pulling your hair back, forcing you to crane your neck to see him. His white eye was glowing and he craned his own head forward to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss. He pulled back with a gasp, grin wicked. “He is here, Sorella, watching us. Watching me make you His, make you mine.”

Your cheek was pressed against the cold ground as Copia let go of your hair, eyes rolling back as you moaned, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the chapel between claps of thunder. Your fingers attempted to dig against the tile, desperate to hold onto something. A tension was building in your lower abdomen, your legs attempting to spread wider for Copia as his thrusts started to pick up pace.

A sob tore itself from your throat, involuntary tears sprouting from your eyes. “Yes,” You gasped, eyes falling shut, “Please, Copia- Cardinal, Father-” You started to babble as pleasure started to wash over you, your limbs trembling as you came undone under him. A sound between a sob and a cry wracked your body, legs shaking as Copia continued to ride you through your orgasm.

The man above you was soon bucking into you with abandon, a string of curses leaving his mouth before he bit down on your shoulder, his thrusts stuttering as he finished in you. He was still rubbing slow, tight circles on your clit as he stayed seated in you, your legs continuing to shake as you became overstimulated, more tears spilling down your cheeks and onto the tile below.

Copia shushed you quietly at the sound of your whines, his hand moving from your clit to caress the skin of your hip. “You’re okay, Sorella.” His voice was gentle now, breathless, a complete contrast to his tone earlier. “Bellissima, truly.” He was pressing kisses to any part of you he could reach, his arm now holding your hips up to him as your legs started to give out under you.

You laid limp under him, still catching your breath. You smiled at his sweet words, eyes falling shut as you felt both his and your releases start to drip from you and down the inside of your thighs. It was then you realized how slick with sweat you had become, parts of your habit sticking to your skin.

“Ah ah, don’t fall asleep on me now, Sister.” You heard Copia above you, the man gently pulling himself from you as he started to soften. You bit back the whimper that threatened to escape at the feeling, your hole now clenching around nothing.

He exhaled sharply as he looked down at you, gloved fingers spreading you apart to look at the mess he helped create.

“Cardinal.. Evening mass starts soon, we need to go.” You looked back at the man and he blinked, almost coming out of a daze.

“Y..yes, it is, isn’t it, Sister?” He sighed, looking you over one last time. “I wish we could stay right here a bit longer. It’s a beautiful sight.” He retracted his hands from you and pulled his pants and boxers up before he hurried closer to you, helping you sit up. “Do you need help back to your room, mia cara?”

You held onto Copia’s arm, face warming at the sight of your bruising knees. You nodded in response to his question, the man giving a small hum as he helped you stand. Once you were standing up stronger he helped you put your veil back on and fix your habit before you held his arm.

“Ope,” He moved away from you, grabbing your torn underwear from under a seat before shoving them into his cassock’s pocket, “can’t leave those there, can we, Sorella?” He gave you a small smile, hand patting yours as you retook his arm to help resteady yourself.

You couldn’t help the snorted laugh that left you, your first few steps a bit unsteady as the two of you began to walk towards the main doors of the chapel. “No, Copia.” You agreed, amusement evident in your voice.

Copia shared your laugh, his other hand holding yours that held onto his arm. He opened the door for the both of you and you looked up at the sky as you stepped outside, your eyebrows furrowing. It was perfectly clear, stars twinkling in the night sky. The only evidence there was a storm was the smell of rain that filled your senses, and the certain crispness in the air.

“The storm is gone.” Your voice held confusion, your grip tightening on Copia’s arm as the two of you started to walk through the courtyard.

“Hm? Yes.” He smiled down at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He frowned at your creased brow. “Amore, you did not think it was a real storm, did you?”

You opened your mouth to respond before you blushed once again that evening. “Oh.”

Copia’s smile returned and he stopped once the two of you had reached the middle clearing of the large courtyard. It was surrounded by tall shrubs, mostly used by those wishing to sit outside and have a moment of peace or privacy. He glanced around before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You made a noise as he pulled away, eyes growing wide. “Copia!” You hissed, looking around the hidden clearing.

The man smiled, mismatched eyes squinting as he looked down at you. He pressed another kiss to your cheek before continuing down the pathway towards where your dorm was located. “You know, I quite like the sound of my name coming from you.”

You felt a tug in your chest at his admission, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “You know, I quite like the sound of mine from yours as well, Cardinal.” You whispered his title, the sound of him chuckling warming your heart, “I suppose that’s one of the ways you won me over.”

“Oh? Just that?” He hummed, turning towards you as the two of you reached the main door of your dormitory. “Nothing else?”

You shrugged, allowing yourself to drop Copia’s arm as your smile grew. “Nothing comes to mind.”

Copia laughed before he returned your smile, his gaze soft as he looked down at you. He sighed after a moment, a gloved hand reaching up to brush a piece of your hair that had slipped from your veil. You frowned a bit at his change in demeanor and you crossed your arms as a breeze blew past the two of you, a chill running up your once sweaty spine.

“If you would still like to join me, meet me here before morning mass tomorrow. While it is still dark.” His voice was soft, only for you to hear. “Or, if you wish, you can stay. I will be gone and respect that decision you made, Sister.”

You felt your knees grow weak, that nervous twist in your stomach from earlier returning.

“I see you are still nervous.” His tone was cool, as if he were trying to protect himself.

“I am.” You looked down at your crossed arms and you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, a blush crossing your cheeks at the feeling of the sticky mess between your legs. “But I am a nervous person.” You looked back up, giving Copia a small smile. “I will see you in the morning, Cardinal.”

You hesitated a moment before you leaned up on your toes, pressing a kiss to Copia’s cheek as a silent promise, not caring who might see. The man’s shoulders seemed to sag in relief, and he returned your smile. 

“Goodnight, Copia.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He gave your hand one final squeeze before turning to leave, heading back towards the chapel. He paused, glancing back at you. “I will let them know you and I had a private session so they don’t come looking for you.” 

You stifled a giggle, bringing your hand to your mouth. The two of you shared one final smile before you turned to go inside the building, realization now hitting you. 

You had to pack if you were going to go with the Cardinal. 

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 3rd

Hate Sex, Papa Emeritus II x Catholic!Reader

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Warnings: Hate sex; mean dom!Secondo; virgin!Reader; catholic!Reader (for now); degradation; piv; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); semi-public sex; corruption kink; cunnilingus; multiple orgasms; dubcon; choking; breeding kink?; cum eating (because I’m a slut for it okay? I’ll see you in the goddamn parking lot); vaginal sex; loss of virginity;

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Your father becoming the Pope was not something you anticipated, but it was definitely a dream of his. As his daughter, you had your own responsibilities to the church that you had to maintain, as well as making sure your father’s reputation and standing in the Catholic church remained good and respectable.

You had made it your mission to save as many souls as possible, but only one you had given up on. He was the second son of a man named Nihil Emeritus - a lowly man who called himself Papa and claimed to be the anti-Pope for the Satanic Church. The leader of the opposition. His second son, known simply as Secondo, was cardinal to his father, and was a real piece of work.

You had, in previous years, tried to show him the way of the light, the way of the Lord. But he would always counter you with ridiculous quips and notions about Him that made your blood boil. How can one person be so blind to the rulers that oppress them as much as Satan did? How can they follow a beast so blindly and stray so far from all that was pure?

Constant talks between Satanic and Catholic churches would happen to set specific boundaries both physical and spiritual, but once a year, the Vatican and the Ministry would meet to set an example to followers on both sides - though everyone hated these meetings and wanted them to end, it was important for your church to be seen at the very least converting the dark ones with kindness and love that our Lord had shown you and taught you to be.

This year, for the first time in a hundred years, the Ministry were to host the talks and you were nervous to say the least. You were uncomfortable entering such a sinful building, filled with demons and lost souls, covered in pentagrams and statues of the Devil. As you walked through the white marble halls, you clutched onto your crucifix necklace and prayed quietly for the Lord to keep you safe.

Outside, they had a press conference and photo opportunity. Your father and the blasphemous Nihil had their pictures taken together, shaking hands and pretending to engage in important conversations for the sake of the press, before the rest of the churches were invited to take photos together like a NATO Summit. He was placed next to you.

His ungodly mismatched eyes hidden underneath layers of thick, black paint making him look like a bald panda. Not a single hair underneath his zucchetto, instead the only hair on his head coming from his eyebrows and his moustache. It would be unseemly to compare his aesthetic to a certain kind of video, but he definitely looked like he came straight out of it. You were both in our twenties but his choice of appearance made him look so much older than you. Yet there he was, confidently standing in a respected Cardinal’s uniform, soiling it with a grucifix and a perverted smile.

For the photograph, he put his arm around you, and rested his large, leather gloved hand on your bicep. Though your face was smiling like you were happy to be there, your insides were crawling with disgust. You shoved him off you as soon as the cameras had switched off. “Get your filthy hands off me, you creep!”

“Only for the photo, dipshit. Believe me, looking at you makes my dick soft.”

“Must you always be so vulgar?”

“Must you always be a prude?”

“You know, you are such a-”

“Children,” You heard your father’s voice and immediately silenced yourself, “come.”

“Yes, father.” As you walked towards your father, you brushed passed Secondo’s shoulder hard and held your head up high, preserving what remained of your dignity. You knew your father would force you into penance later for your emotional outburst.

The day was seemingly endless, and you often found your mind drifting away with itself thinking of other things. At first, your mind went to lunch - what would those hellish kitchens serve you? No doubt ground up fetus spaghetti. But when your eyes met Cardinal Secondo’s, your thoughts drifted to him instead. If he wasn’t so brutish, he would be attractive. If he was Catholic he would be attractive. But he was Satanic, an abomination. He needed saving.

Finally, you were granted a break and ran to the restroom as quickly as you could. Coming out, however, you ran into Secondo again.

“Oh, look! It’s the little snob.” He said, his face as stoic as usual. “Probably pissed out the holy water she drinks.”

“Go stick your face in it, see how it feels to burn.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“You should repent. Beg the Lord for forgiveness. Turn to the light.”

“I’m much happier under the watchful eye of the fallen archangel, thanks.”

“You’ll burn in Hell.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Filthy sinners deserve to rot there. You and your family will suffer if you don’t-”

He moved towards you and grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb, his eyes filled with anger and hate. You felt your heart rate spike in fear, yes, but there was also something else you couldn’t identify. “Listen to me, you stupid little sheep. I couldn’t give a fuck about your Lord, your God or the idiots who follow you. I don’t care about that fucking book you live and breathe by and I don’t care about you. You dare to come into my house and dictate what I do? I’ll do what I please, and worship who I please. Maybe you should repent, Sathanas would appreciate how you looked on your knees.”

“Get off me!” You shoved him as hard as you could and freed yourself from his touch. “You vile, filthy pig!” You hit his shoulder. “You sinful, disgusting cockroach! I would never get on my knees for evil bastards like you or your deranged goat god!”

“But you would get on your knees. Unless of course, you’re a virgin.”

You hit him again.

He gasped. “You are!” He laughed. “Saving yourself for marriage, huh? Keeping yourself pure and holy for a god that would kill you with no thoughts of regret.” He grasped onto your chin again. “I could save you, you know? Show you a better way of living. Worshiping a god who worships you back, and sends you the greatest pleasures you’ve ever known.” As he spoke, his face got closer and closer to yours until he was a single inch away from you. You could feel his breath on your face, smell the coffee from his break just moments ago. “Tell me to stop, little lamb, and I will.”

You should have. You don’t know why you didn’t. Maybe there was a part of you that hated how controlled you were by your father. Maybe there was a part of you that wanted to be tempted by a servant of sin. You weren’t sure about the reason, but you knew that when his lips touched yours and he pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had, or the only kiss you’d ever had, you were tasting a glimpse of the pleasure he offered you. His tongue immediately sought entry to your mouth, and you granted the permission, letting him take the lead and teach you what to do. It felt so good. You had to stop. This was wrong.

You pushed him off you one final time and slapped his face. No words were spoken, there wasn’t anything to say. He didn’t look offended by your slap, nor did he look put off by it. He still looked at you with the same lustful expression he had moments ago. And you couldn’t stop yourself.

Your hands gripped his cassock and pulled him back in for another kiss, this one more violent and desperate than it was before. It was messy, all teeth and tongues and no finesse to it whatsoever. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to his body, before gripping onto your ass. The feel of his covered hands clutching onto you sent a thrill through your frame you’d never felt before. Before you knew it, a moan had escaped from your lips and caught up onto his, which made him smile.

The sound of people approaching made you both pull away from each other. You began to panic. You were sure you looked disheveled enough from the kiss alone, and the Cardinal’s cheek was beginning to redden where you slapped it. In a panic, you grabbed hold of his hand and ran into the first unlocked door you could find, keeping the lights off and shutting yourselves in as quietly as you can. Secondo was chuckling at you, but you simply held a hand over his mouth and kept as quiet as you possibly could. You couldn’t be seen being intimate with a member of the Satanic church! It would ruin everything. When the people left, you sighed in relief.

You had unknowingly pulled both of you into an office of some kind, but you didn’t know whose office it was, or if they’d even be back. It was in the silence of the room that you realised what you’d just done. And how close you were to Secondo. Before more doubts could sneak back in, your lips found each other’s again. You don’t know who started it, but now that you had, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. His zucchetto was the first thing to hit the floor, followed by your own hat and your heels.

Secondo’s mouth travelled to your neck and began placing open mouthed kisses there, driving you mad with want. You couldn’t think of anything else other than him. You loathed him, he was evil. But he felt so good.

He backed you up against the desk in the room and continued to kiss your neck, his hands roaming all over your body. His were the first to touch you in so many places: your shoulders, your arms, your waist, your stomach, your breasts and now your thighs.

Your legs opened for him automatically so he could slot comfortably between them. Your sun dress hiked up over your thighs, giving him perfect access to your panties which were now drenched in your arousal. It wasn’t long before his hands made their way under your skirts and stroking over your vulva. He barely pulled away from your neck to utter his words, “the good Catholic girl, soaking wet for the Devil’s son. Do you think your god is watching, little lamb? Hm?” His fingers moved your panties aside. “Do you think he’s disappointed in you giving into temptation?”

“Yes.”

He stood up straight, his forehead touching yours as his finger rolled over your clit. You released a strangled noise at the new sensation, and your hips bucked. “You’ve been a good girl up until now, haven’t you? Keeping yourself pure for your god. My god sent me to you,” he pushed one finger inside your wet heat tapping upwards immediately, “I am His gift to you. Tell me, little lamb, will you accept His gift, even just for today? Will you let the one you hate the most defile you?”

“Yes!”

He kissed your lips again as his fingers hooked into your pure white panties and pulled them off you. He got onto his knees and directed your legs to rest onto his shoulders. You couldn’t help it. “I hate you so fucking much - ah!”

He silenced you by wrapping his lips around your clitoris and sucking hard, not giving you any chance to ease into this. You could feel him smirk into your cunt as he lapped up your juices, shaking his head and licking away until he was convinced you were seeing stars.

Your hands flew to his head, holding onto him as if you were about to float away. The pleasure was so overwhelming, and nothing like anything you’d ever felt before. Sexual pleasure of all types was a sin - and you had never indulged at all. You were too scared to. You were an adult, so sheltered about adult things you knew nothing of what your body could do. But now here you were, legs spread with the son of the anti-pope licking up your arousal like he was eating his first meal in days.

That same son was now inserting a finger inside of you again, tapping up and making you cry out. Your noises were uncontrollable and loud, but there was nothing you could do about it. Silence didn’t feel like an option. You needed to make noise and you couldn’t explain why. You gasped when he added a second finger. Your hips moved on their own accord and you bucked into the pleasure, simultaneously wanting to escape it but also get as close to it as physically possible.

“W-wait!” You said. Your words were slurred and your voice full of panic. “S-something’s happening. You - mmm - you have t-to stop please!”

He ignored you entirely, refusing to stop his ministrations no matter how much you squirmed. “Stop, y-you sack of sh-shit. Oh my God!” His other hand, somehow so powerful, stopped your hips from wriggling away and pinned you to the desk. You were helpless when you toppled over the edge, seeing black as you came for the first time. Secondo worked you until you were overstimulated and collapsed back onto the cold wood of the desk. Your body covered in sweat and your breathing laboured. Your head was spinning from the intensity and you could barely move.

Secondo stood, his hand on his crotch moving his cassock out the way to free himself. His cock was big, or to you it was anyway, girthy and as long as his hand. He gripped your hips and pulled you towards the edge, making sure you were easy access for him. He lined his cock up to your vulva once more, but instead of pushing inside he rubbed himself against your folds, groaning at the feel. “This is your last chance,” he told you, “tell me to leave and I will. If you don’t, I will sodomise this virgin cunt of yours.”

The feel of his cock against your folds was torturous. Your hole was clenching around nothing, screaming for him to enter you and have his way with you. There was a small voice in your head telling you to run, leave now while you still could. Your whimpers and the sound of your wetness was now the only noise in the room.

“What do you want, little lamb? Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

He stopped his ministrations and placed the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed in the smallest amount, not enough to completely penetrate you, but enough to drive you insane. “Tell me what you want.”

“F-fuck me.” The request tasted weird but you meant it.

Secondo nodded. He grabbed hold of your hand and held it. “Look at me.” He told you.

For a second, you looked vulnerable and it made his dick throb. You sat up and placed your hand on his chest, nervously pushing him away with no force. “Will it hurt?” You had always been told that it would hurt, and now you were scared you’d be in pain.

His own tough facade dissipated briefly, and the hand that wasn’t gripped in yours went to cup your face. “No.” He said gently. “You are wet enough and my fingers stretched you. But if it hurts too much you must tell me.”

You nodded.

With you now concentrating on him, he began to push into you. His thick cock spread your walls a little further than his fingers did, and the pressure was a lot. Both of your hands moved up to his neck, grasping onto him, as your eyebrows worried and your mouth fell open. Every time you thought he would stop he just kept going.

“You good?”

Your body was on fire. There were too many things to feel. “Yes. Oh God!”

The toughness returned to his demeanour and there was a dark glint in his eye. “Your god can’t help you now, little lamb.”

Before you had the chance to process his words, he pulled out of you and then slammed all the way back in, causing you to scream It felt Earth-shatteringly good to have him inside you. He did it again. And again. “You sadistic bastard!” You exclaimed in between moans.

He laughed but said nothing, instead concentrating his gaze on where your bodies met. Every rough thrust sent you a little further across the desk, and your back couldn’t remain upright. You allowed yourself to lie back down again, your body jiggling violently with every movement. You had to bite your finger to keep you from screaming again.

“Look at you,” Secondo began, “lying there with your - fuck - your legs spread like a c-common whore.” You tightened. “The whore likes being reminded of who she is, hm?”

His hips moved faster and faster as he got more into his head, watching your tits bounce as he defiled you.

“What’s the matter, little lamb? Devil steal that tongue? Mm, shit. No smart remark? Wh-where’s that snobby cunt who keeps telling me to repent now?” He pulled out of you and manhandled you off the desk, spinning you around and bending you over it slightly. He slammed into you once more. His hand wrapped around your throat. “Oh, that’s right, she’s booking herself a one way ticket to Hell.”

“Fuck you!” You hissed.

“Giving yourself willingly to the son of Satan. Oh, how the righteous fall from grace.”

His other hand ran seductively down your body, and as his teeth began to bite your ear, his finger stroked your clit in circles. His breath in your ear, his hand on your clit, his cock in your cunt, it was all too much. You were surrounded by him, breathing him. He was everywhere and difficult to escape. But you didn’t want to escape. This was the most free you’d ever felt, the best you’d ever felt. You came around his cock this time, tugging at his cassock and gasping for air, collapsing back onto the table.

In your mind, you saw the crucifix within your private quarters at the Vatican - the very same one that was gifted to you by the previous pope. You could see Jesus as if he were right in front of you. The look of disappointment present on his face as he watched you give into temptation and gift your most sacred gift to the Devil. The disappointment didn’t make you feel guilty for once in your life.

With that thought in your mind and the fog cleared, you began taking control, meeting Secondo’s thrusts with as much passion as he was giving which stole a guttural moan from him. “Oh, fuck, just like that. Let me fuck this tight, virgin cunt. Take my cock, you fucking whore.” Both of his hands grasped your hips with such tightness, you thought he would bruise you. “You’re gonna make me cum. Is that what you want, little lamb? Shit! You want me to cum deep in this cunt? Knock you up with the fucking Antichrist, hm?”

No. It was too risky. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cum inside me. Give me your filth!” You heard yourself say.

With a growl, Secondo stilled and emptied himself into you, letting his own body fall forward and pin you down to the desk. You had no choice now, you were forced to take all his cum whether you wanted it or not. How would you beg for forgiveness now that the Devil’s seed was spilling into your willing womb?

Despite his exhaustion, Secondo dropped to his knees again and ran his tongue through your folds, collecting his cum from your pussy and working you towards your third and final orgasm. This was bordering on pain, but it felt so good. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you gripped the desk. Turning to look behind you, you saw him practically worshiping your cunt, and that alone was enough to tip you back over the edge.

When all had finished, and you were both redressing in silence, you realised the implications of what had just happened. You had committed the ultimate sin… and you didn’t want to go back…

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day ⛧ Part 2

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WARNINGS: Recreational smoking 🌿, doesn't go into detail, all fluff, Primo being a dad, Phantom being sweet, cute, and nice. Just a good old innocent mutual crush. Not proofread, sorry if there's any mistakes with keeping it GN, please feel free to let me know if I missed anything so I can correct it!

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"Good morning Papa." You greet Primo with a smile, carefully setting down the cup of tea you had brought him on his work bench.

"Good morning il mio Bambino." He responds softly, completely engrossed in his task of pruning one of his many bonsai trees. "When you get a moment my dear would you be able to do me a small favor?" You breathed out an amused sigh. You had been Primo's assistant for a while, enjoying the slow pace of working with the eldest Emeritus brother.

"Papa, you don't need to ask." You giggle, bringing a smile to the older man's face. "Anything you need I'll take care of, don't worry."

"You truly are too good to me." He shoots you a wink causing you to playfully roll your eyes. "There's some produce that needs harvesting in the greenhouse. I was hoping I could have your assistance collecting it all."

"Of course. Let me just make sure I don't have any paperwork to file first." You give his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you pass, leaving him to finish his pruning. You fell into the chair at your desk with a sigh, flipping your letter opener around in your hand to sort through the daily mail. You paused as something caught your eye. A single sunflower sat at the edge of your desk. You picked it up curiously, a smile finding its way to your lips as you spun the stem between your fingers. "Thank you for the flower Papa!" You call into his office. You hear the scraping of his chair against the wooden floor, Primo emerging in the doorway moments later.

You glance over your shoulder as you hear him chuckle. "That flower isn't from me, my dear." He raised an eyebrow at you. "Perhaps you've caught the attention of someone special, hm?" You couldn't stop the blush from spreading across your cheeks as you giggled.

"I doubt that," you state with a wistful tone as you continue to admire the flower in your hand, "I'm pretty plain compared to a lot of the other Siblings. This was probably supposed to be a gift for you if anything."

"I'd like you to keep it regardless." He gently pats the top of your head. "And you are not plain. You have a smile that could light up any room, a laugh so melodic it would rival Cirrus' piano. You're a kind, beautiful soul inside and out. Not to mention your Papa's favorite." He teases with a wink.

"Thank you Papa." He holds out his arm for you to take.

"Come il mio bambino, we have a lot of work to do." You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow, allowing him to prattle on about whatever came to his mind as you made your way to the greenhouse together. No matter the task, working with Primo always managed to put a smile on your face. Over your time as his assistant you had grown quite close to him, Primo had become somewhat of a father figure in your life. The two of you would sit and chat about everything while you worked; filling each other in on the gossip you heard around the Abbey, Primo telling you stories of when he was in his prime, both of you unwinding with a nice cup of tea at the end of the day in his cozy office. Today was no different. You were both droning on about how, somehow, Sister Imperator had been even more stern than usual lately.

"Maybe you should offer her a joint, it might help her stop being so uptight all the time." Primo chuckles at your statement.

"You might be right, I heard she used to be quite the stoner in her day." You both paused at the sound of the greenhouse door slowly creaking open. Primo began to stand, you motioned for him not to trouble himself.

"I'll go see who it is Papa, it's probably just one of the Siblings from the kitchen." You rise with a groan, meticulously pulling off your work gloves before stuffing them into your pocket. As you approached the entrance you were met with the sight of a Ghoul curiously looking over the plants. He froze the moment he picked up on your presence, like a child getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to be. His shoulders relaxed as he realized it was you who emerged from the greenery and not the eldest Emeritus. "Phantom?"

"Hey." He returns your greeting with a sharp smile, fangs glinting in the bright afternoon sun that glimmered through the glass roof. "I was sent to ask Primo about some of his tea." He nervously shifts his weight between his feet.

"Oh, he's right back here actually." You motioned for him to follow you. Phantom takes a couple long strides, allowing himself to walk by your side. "You help in the greenhouse too?" He asks genuinely. You nod, giving him a small smile.

"I work pretty much wherever Primo needs me." You chuckle softly. "If I'm being honest I'd rather be out here than at my desk, it gets awfully stuffy in there sometimes." You whisper to him, as if it was a secret just for the two of you. You found Primo still diligently harvesting the produce you had left him with. "Papa, Phantom needs to ask you about some tea."

"Papa," Phantom bows his head slightly in a polite greeting, "Copia sent me. He's having, uh… that problem again. He said you'd know what I meant." His eyes widened slightly as he waited for Primo to remember what particular ailment he was referring to.

"Right," Primo claps his hands together. "I'll go grab the senna." Once Primo is out of view Phantom's attention immediately shifts back to you.

"What are you two harvesting?" You smile at his curiosity, aside from Primo and the other Siblings that helped in the gardens no one ever seemed interested about the work you did in here.

"Berries mostly." He trails closely behind you as you return to the plant you had been previously seated in front of. "The raspberries came out wonderful this year, I don't think we've ever had this big of a crop." Phantom kneels next to you in the dirt, eyes darting between your hands as they worked and your face.

"Can I ask a silly question?" He inquires sheepishly.

"There are no silly questions." You give him a reassuring smile, gently bumping your shoulder against his.

"What do raspberries taste like?" You paused. You had gotten so used to seeing Phantom dart around the Abbey that you had forgotten he had only been summoned a little while ago. Something as simple and well enjoyed by you he had never experienced before.

"Would you like to try one?" He nods eagerly. You search through the bush, looking for the best looking berry you could find. You carefully held it between your fingers as you offered it to him. "Now, I'm going to warn you, they have seeds and they're kind of fuzzy." He squints at the fruit, bright violet eyes analyzing it closely. He takes the berry between his teeth, taking extra care to make sure his fangs didn't accidentally graze your fingers. He chewed it slowly, eyes never leaving your face.

"It's good… sweet." He smiles proudly at his small triumph. His gaze travels to the top of your head. "You, uh, have a leaf." He points to your hair. You attempt to brush it away on your own but you could tell by the expression he was giving you that it was still there. He cautiously reaches towards you, untangling it from your strands before discarding it on the ground. His eyes scan over your features, a smile coming to his lips as he brushes the disturbed hair back into place. "Beautiful." You let out a flustered giggle. You both jump as Primo speaks up.

"This should take care of Copia's problem." He holds out a jar of herbs to Phantom. Seeing both of your bashful states he pauses. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" He gives you a smug grin.

"No Papa, we were just talking." You nervously fidgeted with your fingers as you spoke.

"Thank you for the tea Papa. (Y/N), hopefully I'll see you soon." He flashes you another dazzling smile before making his leave. You couldn't stop your eyes from trailing after him as he left, turning back to Primo once he fully stepped out of sight. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the shit eating grin he wore 

"Don't look at me like that." You tried to hide your flustered state.

"I see we fancy ourselves a Quintessence Ghoul, do we?" He returns to the plant at your side with a laugh.

"We were just talking Papa." You reiterate again to try and get your point across.

"Just talking wouldn't cause the two of you to jump like that my dear. I've witnessed my fair share of crushes in my day, it's nothing to be ashamed of." He addresses the matter casually.

"Papa!" You exclaim through a giggle. 

"Fine, fine." He accepts defeat, holding up his hands in surrender. "But, when you do finally come to terms with the fact you're attracted to him, I'll be here to talk." He smiles patiently.

You laugh and shake your head, "I don't have a crush on Phantom, it's just…" you trailed off for a moment. You couldn't exactly put into words how you felt. You had always been pretty close with all of the Ghouls, so when the newest members were summoned you were one of the first to be introduced. When you had first met Phantom he was timid, still feeling somewhat awkward in his more humanoid form.

"Walk me through what you're thinking tesoro, maybe I can help you sort things out." You both kept busy as you talked, knowing if you actually allowed yourself to focus on the words spilling from your lips you would end up overthinking.

"He's very easy for me to talk to. It took me a while to form the friendships that I have, but with him it almost felt effortless. The first night I met him there was something about him that was just so… captivating. He was unlike any person or Ghoul I had ever met." You explain.

"You two definitely seemed to hit it off pretty quickly. Up until he met you I don't think I had ever really seen Phantom interact with any of the Siblings, he mostly kept to himself. Perhaps there are a few members of his pack he's close to, but compared to the rest of Copia's Ghouls he seems a bit reserved." Primo remarks.

"That's the thing Papa… he's not." You thought back to one of the times it had just been the two of you. "Phantom is loud, boisterous, confident." His infectious laugh echoed through your memories, bringing a smile to his face. It wasn't uncommon for Phantom to coincidentally stumble across you smoking alone in the garden, enjoying the twinkling starlight as the pungent smell of herb filled the air. Being with him only added to the dizzying head rush you had. Gazing into his eyes felt like you were running through a field of lavender, his fingers bumping against yours making your pulse thrum in your ears, entirely consumed by the image of him mere inches away from you. The two of you in your own world together as you resisted the urge to lean into him. You were snapped from your day dream as a thorn pricked your finger, you winced slightly, letting out an exasperated sigh as reality set in once more. "Him and I just get along really well, that's all." Primo just smiled knowingly. He had seen that far off look in your eyes many times before; pining Siblings stumbling into his confessional to pour their heart and soul out to him over a friend who they swore would never be anything more than just that. You didn't say much for the rest of the afternoon, the memory of Phantom playing repeatedly in your mind as you tried to convince yourself none of that mattered.

"I'll see you in the morning." Primo waves over his shoulder as the two of you part ways in the halls. You headed back to his office, having a few things to check on before fully retiring for the evening. You look behind you as you hear another set of footsteps join your own in the empty corridor. You were a bit surprised to see none other than the Ghoul occupying your every thought round the corner. You smile at the sight of him, pausing to let him catch up.

"Copia wanted me to bring Primo a thank you note for the tea." You found yourself shoving your hands deep in your pockets, the slight brush of his hand against yours sending a jolt through your body, causing you to have an urge you didn't dare give into.

"Primo decided to turn in a little early tonight…" you trail off, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "But, I am heading down to his office now. I wouldn't mind the company if you'd like to walk with me."

"I would love to." He smiles down at you. You blush, quickly darting your eyes down to your feet so hopefully he wouldn't catch your flustered expression. "You seem nervous." You remarked how that was a statement, not a question. You flashed him your most convincing smile, trying to shove your anxiety away so he wouldn't worry.

"It's just been a long day. I'm not really feeling fully… myself, I guess." You found yourself wanting to be honest with him the more you spoke. There was something about being with him that made you feel so undeniably safe that you couldn't lie about how you were feeling. The question flashed through your mind about whether or not Quintessence Ghouls possessed some type of mind control power to make you tell the truth. You noticed him glance over at you out of the corner of your eye. "I promise it's nothing to worry about." You slid into your chair as you arrived at Primo's office, Phantom perching himself on the edge of the desk at your side.

"Have you eaten?" He suddenly chimes. Your stomach decided to answer before you had a chance to, giving off a low angry growl over your hunger. "I'll take that as a no." Phantom chuckles. You return his laugh as you open some of the new letters that had appeared on your desk. You groaned as you recognized Sister Imperator's neat script.

"What now?" Phantom's brow furrowed at your distress. "Great, another meeting with Nihil, Papa's going to be thrilled." You drop your head into your desk with a groan. You felt Phantom's warm head slide across your back, rubbing soothing circles in between your shoulder blades. You reluctantly picked up the receiver of the old rotary phone, dialing the number for Primo's quarters as you propped your chin up in your hand. "Hi Papa." He sighed at the tone you greeted him with, already knowing what was in store for him. "We have a meeting with your Father." You held the receiver away from your ear as a loud string of Italian curses exploded out of it. "I'll be there in ten minutes." You inform him before hanging up. "I'm sorry to run off-"

"It's alright." He cuts you off, grimacing slightly as he realized he had done so. "Are you going to be in the garden tonight?"

You nodded slowly, "probably. I'm sure I'm going to need to unwind after this." You stand with a groan. You collect your belongings, smiling at Phantom as you turn to leave. In a moment of boldness, more than likely brought in by the aggravation of having to deal with Sister, you paused. "These meetings usually take about two hours. I'd really like to see you tonight if you have time."

"I'll be there." He responds eagerly. You try your best to hide your excited smile as you hurry off to meet Primo. The second you entered his quarters he noticed your change in attitude.

"Well, what do we have here? You seem awfully happy my dear." You met Primo's gaze in his reflection. His papal paint half done, still dressed in his gardening clothes. "Might I venture a guess this has something to do with a certain Ghoul?" You knew there was no lying to him in your current state.

"I may or may not be seeing Phantom after our meeting tonight." You spit out your statement hurriedly, knowing he was going to make a big deal about it.

"Hm," he hums, grinning at you, "sounds like a nice little date to unwind after a stressful day, no?" You haphazardly comb your fingers through your hair, trying your best to appear somewhat decent.

"It's not a date Papa, just two friends meeting up." He chuckles at your response.

"Tell me tomorrow if your feelings on that subject have changed." You breathe out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief for how sure he was of himself. You helped him shrug into his Papal robes before heading to the never ending meeting. Every second felt like an hour, your eyes practically glued to the clock as you waited for the meeting to come to a close. 

"You are dismissed." The second Nihil groaned out the words you bolted for the door, not missing Primo's amused expression on your way out. You headed straight for the garden, expertly winding your way to the spot where you and Phantom always managed to run into each other. A smile instantly spread across your features at the sight of him. He had set out a blanket in the pathway, a small spread of various foods set out for the two of you.

"What's all this?" You ask with a soft laugh as you approach him.

His eyes darted to the ground nervously, you noticed him swaying on his heels slightly as he spoke. "Well, I know you haven't eaten so I wanted to bring you some food. I didn't know what you liked so I asked Mountain and well…" He trails off, motioning to the spontaneous picnic. "I was thinking maybe you and I could have some dinner together?" 

"I would love to have dinner with you, Phantom." He beams at your response, excitement immediately overtaking his nerves as he motions for you to sit. You sat and talked with Phantom for hours, your body and mind feeling lighter the longer you spent with him. As time passed the two of you eventually cleared off the blanket, opting to lay side by side to gaze up at the stars, a lit joint passed between the two of you. You watched the smoke curl high into the air, the warmth of Phantom's body seeking into your shoulder.

"I really like spending time with you." He speaks up suddenly. You blush at his statement, feeling his fingers ghost over yours both of your hands intertwined carefully. You didn't need to respond, he knew you felt the same way. The two of you took turns pointing out different constellations you recognized until, eventually, you decided you should probably get back to your dorm. Phantom's fingers remained intertwined with yours as he stood, hoisting you from the ground after him. You stumble slightly, falling into his chest. You felt the quick, steady rhythm of his heartbeat under his palm. His free hand lands on your waist to steady you. Your eyes snapped up to his, they glowed a beautiful violet in the moonlight.

"Sorry." You giggle nervously. He chuckles, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

"No need to apologize, are you alright?" You nod, both of you blushing and mumbling out an apology as you realized you were still holding onto each other, taking a moment to separate. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence through the halls until you reached your dorm. You stood across from each other in front of your door, nervously swaying in your heels. "That was fun, maybe we can do that again sometime."

"I'd like that." Both of you searched for something, anything at all to say, to stay with each other just a few moments longer. But nothing came to mind. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He smiles at you, beginning to turn away. You reach out, catching his wrist in your hand. He looks back at you, a hopeful expression in his eyes. You stand on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Phantom." You take one final glance at him before you slip into your room. You fell into your bed with a sigh, dragging your hands down your face. "He's so handsome." You groan to your empty room. You let your arms fall out to the side, staring blankly up at your system as you remembered Primo's words from earlier. "I've witnessed my fair share of crushes in my day, it's nothing to be ashamed of my dear." You grimaced, that old man really could read you like an open book. You got ready for bed, dreading talking Primo tomorrow that he was right. But you needed advice. You had never taken the whole romance thing into consideration. Sure, you had dated a few people in the past, but none of those relationships really went past the honeymoon phase or initial hookup. You could already tell that if by some miracle Phantom did reciprocate your feelings this wouldn't be a simple fling. You woke with a start, getting into your overalls as you prepared for a long day weeding the flowerbeds. As you entered the garden you found Primo already waiting for me, a cup of tea waiting for you on the bench next to him.

"Good morning il mio bambino." He greets you with a smile. "These were left on your desk this morning." He picked up three white roses, all tied together with a purple ribbon.

"Was there any note?" He shook his head. You held the flowers to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent with a smile. "I'm going to put these in some water." You quickly run to the greenhouse, placing the blooms in a vase so you could take them home later before returning to Primo. You picked up the tea cup he had set out for you, sitting by his side and enjoying the stillness of the early morning air.

"So, how did last night go?" He prods.

You sigh, "it was perfect, I don't know what else to say about it." You chuckle.

"Are you still trying to keep up the façade that you're just friends?" He asks before taking a long sip of his tea.

"As much as I would like to, I don't think I can." You admit with a bashful laugh. "I've definitely got a bit of a crush on him." You spent a good portion of your morning catching Primo up on the events of the night prior.

He looks at you with an amused smile, "dare I say I think he might be feeling the same towards you my dear." He grins.

"I hope so, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hide this from him." Primo collects your cup from you as you finish your drink.

"Well you'll have plenty of time to think things over tesoro. Enjoy the flirting, romance is supposed to be fun, you should be basking in the glow of young love." You blush, shaking your head as you playfully roll your eyes. 

"I'm going to get started out here, I'll come check on you in a couple hours." He pays your head before heading to his office.

"Don't work too hard." He calls over his shoulder as he disappears from the garden, allowing you to get to work.

"Well what do we have here." You jump slightly as Mountain bounds up beside you, a basket of vegetables perched on his hip. 

"Hey Mount." Your hand claps into his as he helps you out of the dirt.

"Primo's got you on weeding duty today?" He asks, a bit confused. Weeding was usually a job saved for new Siblings, Primo believing in a hierarchy of sorts until they got settled in.

"I needed a task that would let me reflect on my feelings." You preach back to him in your best Papa impression. "He's had some suspicions that are proving to be correct."

"Everything alright?" He motions for you to walk with him.

"Yeah." You trail off for a moment. "If I tell you something, can you promise it'll stay between us?"

"Of course, you know you can always talk to me." He nudges you.

"So, there's been someone leaving flowers on my desk the past couple days. Which is super sweet, but I need to find out who it is. Recently I've… come to terms with the fact I have feelings for someone." You chose your words carefully, hesitant to give away who the object of your affection was despite the fact you knew you would end up telling him regardless. "Then on top of that I don't want to say anything to this other person because they might not feel the same."

"First off, I wouldn't worry about confessing your feelings. You're amazing, whoever it is would be so lucky to have earned your affection. Regardless of the answer I'm sure everything will work out for the best. And if you want to know who's getting you flowers, maybe hideout in the greenhouse, they're bound to show up sooner or later." You nodded, that wasn't a terrible plan. "Now, the real question is, who's your secret crush?" He asks in a teasing tone.

"Promise you won't say anything?" You felt ridiculous, you felt like you were in high school all over again. You were a grown adult acting like a teenage girl. Yet you couldn't help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the mere thought of him.

"You have my word." Mountain promises.

"It's Phantom." He pauses, looking down at you with the biggest smile. "What?"

"You have to tell him, the two of you would be such a great couple!" You attempt to stutter out a response, Mountain's bluntness getting you completely fluttered. "Seriously though, I think it would be worth a shot telling him. You never know, maybe he could've been your secret admirer the whole time." He chuckles before the two of you parted ways. You headed to Primo's office, already having gotten a good deal of weeding done today. You pushed through his office door with a groan.

"Good afternoon my dear." He greets you jovially despite not looking up from his paperwork. A pair of thin, wire framed reading glasses sat perched on the end of his nose.

"Afternoon Papa, do you need me to take care of anything?" You refill his glass of water in his desk.

"Actually there is, I have a stack of hymns that need to be returned to the music hall. It took me a while to decide which ones I wanted for mass this week." He chortles. You accepted the stack from him with a smile. "When you return we'll have so tea, I believe you're due for a break."

"Of course Papa, I'll be right back." You read through the stack of sheet music as you walk through the halls, humming the melodies presented before you. You kicked open the door to the music hall with your foot. Your ears were instantly met with an all too familiar tune. You glanced up to find Phantom perched at the edge of the stage, his usual black guitar resting comfortably over his thigh as he rehearsed by himself. You sit yourself in one of the chairs in the room, watching as his fingers effortlessly moved across the fret board. He jumped slightly when he noticed you were there.

"Now how did I end up with such a pretty audience." He flashes his fangs at you as a wide grin spreads across his features.

"No matter how many times I see you play you always amaze me. You're so talented." You compliment him, earning a bashful chuckle that made your heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you." He stands, slowly striding over to you. "Now what brings you all the way down here." You held up the stack of papers.

"Primo needs these returned." Phantom takes the stack from you, knowing howuch of a pain organizing hymns tended to be.

"Want some help? I'm pretty familiar with how Cumulus has it set up in here." He offers.

"That would be great, I'd be here all night doing this by myself." You joke. Phantom clicks on the radio, some oldies station buzzing to life. He slings an arm over your shoulder, guiding you to the filing cabinet where the hymns were stored. Phantom seemed much more relaxed than normal today. He was consistently making jokes, the two of you idly chatting as you sorted everything away. "I love this song!" You exclaim, turning up the volume of the radio. You swayed around the room, humming along with the tune. Phantom chuckles at your excitement. He sets his remaining sheet music down, stepping closer to you so he could pull you towards him. You laugh, letting your fingers intertwine with his as the other slides over his shoulder. The two of you swayed along with the rhythm, Phantom giving your waist a gentle squeeze as he smiles down at you. He spun you around, causing you to giggle. "I didn't know you could dance."

"I wanted to learn to impress someone I like." He winks at you, both of you letting out bashful laughter.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need you for band practice." Sodo leans against the doorframe, eyes darting between the two of you. Phantom reluctantly released his hold on you, holding your hand a few moments longer than necessary before joining the other Ghoul.

"I'll see you soon." He promises.

"Bye Phantom." You smile at him, waving to Sodo as they both leave. You finish filing away the hymns, clicking off the radio before heading back to Primo's office. The rest of the day passed in a blur, the feeling of Phantom holding you close clouding your every thought. You had decided to take Mountain's advice of waiting in the greenhouse, wanting to tell your secret admirer that you already had your eye on someone else. So, once you had said goodnight to Primo, you slipped out into the gardens in hope of capturing the mysterious florist in the act. You hid in a relatively secluded corner, tucked away behind some lush bushes where you couldn't be seen. Luckily you didn't have to wait long for them to show up. You heard their soft humming approach where you were. The soft snips of pruning shears as they collected their flowers. Your eyebrows knitted together as you realized that this was a voice you recognized. You peeked out from your hiding place. You smiled softly at the sight before you, stepping out into the open, you cleared your throat.

Phantom's eyes shot up to you, he froze as he realized he had been caught. He looks nervously between you and the flowers he held in his hand. His mouth fell open but no words came out at first. When, finally, through all his nerves he actually takes a moment to look at you. Your whole face lit up with a smile, eyes searching his face as you waited for him to say anything. He couldn't believe how cute you looked as you nervously wrung your hands. He stands, offering a small bouquet of red chrysanthemums. "I'm assuming you've been getting my flowers." He chuckles. You carefully take hold of the bunch, gazing it down in awe before placing them off to the side. Your body moved purely on instinct, arms sliding around Phantom's waist as you pulled him into a hug. He tenses up for a moment before wrapping you tightly in his embrace.

"They've all been beautiful." You mumble against his chest. You slowly separated from each other, his gaze catching yours. He smiles warmly at you, those gorgeous, glowing purple eyes causing you to melt.

He gently takes your chin between his fingers. "I feel… strange whenever I'm around you." He admits, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Strange how?" You ask through a smile, laughing as he tugs you closer.

"Sweaty mostly." He jokes. "You make me nervous in a good way." He continues to ponder out loud. "My heart starts to beat really fast, and all I can think about is reaching out to hold you… what kissing you would be like." You blush at his admission.

"You're more than welcome to find out for yourself." Your voice shook as you spoke, a soft breathy laugh punctuating your statement. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, his eyes tracing over every detail of your face.

"I'm sorry if I'm not any good at this." He chuckles.

"Just follow my lead." You tease, your hands sliding up his chest and into his hair as he closes the distance between the two of you. His lips crashed into yours. A satisfied hum left your lips as you pushed your body into his. He held you tightly, as if he let you go you would disappear before his eyes. The kiss started out slow, you slowly guided him through the motions. You had found out that Phantom was a very quick learner. His pace gradually increased, the kiss growing more passionate by the second as he grew addicted to the feeling of your lips on his. You pulled back with a gasp, both of you panting softly. You didn't even have time to catch your breath before Phantom's lips were back on yours, earning a surprised squeak as he pulled you flush against him one more. He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged.

"That was nice." He chuckles. He places another few short pecks to your lips causing you to laugh softly.

"Does this mean you won't be bringing me flowers anymore?" You laugh.

"Sweetheart, I'll bring you flowers everyday if you want me to." He says with a smile as he pulls you in for another passionate kiss.

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[mac-and-thefox]

You don’t remember me, for the angsty prompts!

I swear you and @p1nkcanoe were on a mission to make me cry this weekend.

Mission accomplished. Have almost 1800 words of Aether/Phantom being angsty.

CW: angst, mentions of abandonment and past abuse

You Don't Remember Me?

Aether stood on the edge of the summoning circle as the ritual was completed. Papa ceased his chanting, the smoke cleared and the glow from the sigils on the floor dimmed. He stepped towards the trembling figure on the ground and offered his hand.

“Welcome, Ghoul. I am Papa Emeritus IV. You have been summoned to help spread the message of our Dark Lord here on earth. What is your name?”

The skinny ghoul took Papa’s hand and looked up through his shaggy hair, a single violet eye glowing in the dim light of the summoning chamber. He rose unsteadily to his feet, keeping his face lowered towards the stone floor. 

He looked up at Copia, who gave him a warm smile.

“I–my name is B--…Phantom.”

Papa gestured towards Aether, who stepped forward with a warm robe to wrap around his naked form.

“Welcome, Phantom. This is Aether, our resident Quintessence ghoul. As he is retiring, you will be assuming his duties once you are ready to do so."

Aether approached the new ghoul, taking him in as he wrapped the robe around his trembling shoulders. The new quint was young, skinny; all long limbs and sharp angles. His hair was curly and fluffy, with a white streak running through the front. The young ghoul peeked through his hair at Aether and Aether blinked as he saw a a flash in the new ghoul’s revealed eye. He looked stressed, afraid.

Aether extended his hand towards Phantom, offering him a small, non-threatening smile. 

“Welcome to the Ministry. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help your transition here flow easier. You’re a part of our pack now, and we’ll do whatever we can to help you feel comfortable.”

Phantom looked at Aether’s hand, muttering something resembling thanks but declining to take Aether’s gesture of peace. Aether glanced over at Papa, who shrugged and approached the pair.

“You must be feeling tired from your summoning. Allow me and your new pack to show you to the ghoul’s den, where you can take some time to rest and recover.” 

As they made their way from the sunken chapel to the ghoul’s wing, Aether couldn’t help but feel the slight tug of uncertainty at his mind. Something about this new ghoul seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place why.

Aether felt eyes on him as they walked and looked over his shoulder. Phantom was peeking at him through his hair, but quickly looked away, dropping his eyes to his feet as he noticed Aether looking back at him. Aether couldn’t help but notice the slight clench to Phantom’s jaw as he looked away.

***

Aether stood in front of Phantom’s door, hesitating in his move to knock. It had been almost a week since the young quint’s summoning and something was just…off. Phantom had been settling in well, fully recovered. He had taken to guitar like a fish to water and showed incredible skill and promise. He was slowly coming out of his shell around the pack, preferring to keep his face hidden behind his hair as he spoke in soft tones and short replies. 

Phantom was polite, quiet and respectful. But Aether kept noticing him looking at him when he thought Aether wasnt noticing. He couldn’t help but pick up a strange energy from the young ghoul but couldn’t place his finger on what it meant or why he was feeling that way.

So here he was, knocking on Phantom’s door. 

Phantom opened the door, eye wideing as he took in Aether in his doorway. 

“Hey, can I come in? I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Phantom made an affirmative noise in his throat, stepping aside to let Aether enter.

Aether stepped across the threshold, crossing the room and sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace. Phantom stood awkwardly watching him, before sitting in the other chair, fiddling with his hands. 

Aether took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts.

���How are you settling in? I know this is a lot, adjusting to being topside and everything.”

“It’s fine,” Phantom replied softly, still looking at his hands.

“Is there anything that I do to help you? I’ve noticed that you’ve been pretty quiet around everyone. Is there anything we can do to help you feel more comfortable?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Aether furrowed his brow, picking up on the slight change in the energy of the room. Deciding to just throw caution to the wind, he stepped over to the other chair, crouching down in front of Phantom.

“Are you sure? Forgive me, but I can’t help but feel that something is just…off. Is everything alright?”

“I said I’m fine.”

“Please, if theres anything I can do–”

“I SAID. I’M. FINE.” 

Aether fell back at the sudden outburst from the soft-spoken ghoul.

Phantom stood, scent giving off frustration as he began pacing in front of the fireplace, wringing his hands.

Aether stood, slowly approaching the now-distressed quint. 

“Okay, I’m sorry for push–”

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

Aether froze, blinking in confusion as Phantom stalked over to him, downcast face twisted into a grimace. 

“W-what?”

Phantom stopped in front of him, that single violet eye flashing through his black and white curls.

“I said, you don’t remember me.”

Phantom breathed out a sigh of frustration and disdain at Aether’s dumbfounded silence. 

“I was a part of your pack, in the pit.”

Aether blinked at him. That tug of familiarity in his gut had been correct, but for the life of him he could not place where he had possibly known the ghoul in front of him before, no matter how hard he tried.

“I’m sorry…I…I don’t know who you are.”

Phantom’s lip curled at the older ghoul’s confession.

“I was a kit. One of the runts who looked to you for protection before you abandoned us.”

Aether flinched at the influx memories. It was not a time he looked back on fondly. His pack in the pit lived in a very desolate area. Food and water were scarce and as such, there was a lot of fighting over resources between packs, as well as within packs. Kits that were born as runts were often left alone, neglected, not even bothered to be given names because of their low chances of survival. Aether, being kind as well as one of the stronger ghouls in the pack, had taken to protecting the small groups of runts that resided on the outskirts of his pack’s territory; bringing them food when he could and protecting them from abuse from his packmates.

Phantom stepped closer, pushing his hair out of his face for the first time to reveal what was hidden underneath. Aether gasped at the sight. 

Twisted, scarred skin covered the left side of Phantom’s face. Deep, angry red lines ran from his hairline to his cheek, twisting his eyelid that sat almost non-existent over his eye, milky white and unseeing. Phantom stood, tears gathering and running down his face as Aether gaped at the sight before him, stomach twisting with distress.

“You protected me, you kept me alive. You were the only one who was ever kind to me, and you left. You gave me a name…I was your Babybat…” Phantom choked out a sob on the name.

Aether pinned his ears back and whined low in his throat at the name, recognition hitting him like a bolt of lightning. 

Suddenly he was back in the Pit again, in that little nest in the alcove where he brought the runts to protect them from the others when the fighting and conflict was particularly brutal. He could see in his mind a small, inquisitive kit. One who showed spirit despite his frail health and weak body. One with dark fluffy hair with a striking white streak…..

Aether let out a sob as the memories finally locked in. He fell to his knees at Phantom’s feet, tears flowing freely as he clutched at his horns and hair.

Phantom gripped Aether’s horn and pulled head back to face him.

“We needed you. We needed you to protect us. You were our only chance for survival. How could you leave us??”

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…please..forgive me” Aether sobbed.

“How could I possibly forgive you? You left us behind to die. I was the only one to survive and get away from those monsters.”

Phantom stepped back, releasing Aether’s horn and running his hands through his head, sighing heavily.

“When you disappeared, I waited for you to come back. I hoped, against all odds that wherever you had gone, you would come back for me, you would take me with you.”

“I have lived my entire live alone, fighting, or in hiding. When I was summoned, when I saw you in that chamber, I prayed so hard that you would at least recognize me, but you didn’t say a fucking word.” Phantom spat the last words out, malice and anger being replaced with heartbreak and sadness. 

He collapsed back into his chair, burying his face in his hands, shoulders shaking as sobs escaped his thin body.

Aether moved slowly over to the young ghoul. He could feel the vast ocean of pain, of sadness and loneliness born from years of abuse and solitude. He took a breath, wiping his tears on the back of his palm as he knelt and took one of Phantom’s hands in his larger one.

“I never wanted to leave you. I didn’t have any control over my summoning, but I cannot imagine what you and the others went through. Nothing I can say will ever truly make up for it, but I am so..so sorry.”

Aether reached up, cupping Phantom’s cheek in his palm, wiping away tears with his thumb. Phantom sniffled, lids heavy with unshed tears. He flinched at the soft touch, moving his head to cover the scarred side of his face with his hair once again, a flush of shame and embarrassment spreading across his cheeks to the tips of his pointed ears.

Aether’s heart ached at the realization that Phantom being here was probably the first kind interactions and physical touch he had experienced since Aether’s summoning..since he had abandoned him.

“Phantom…Babybat...I promise you. This place, this pack, this is your family now. Papa is kind, he cares so much for us. We protect each other here. We will rip anyone who wishes to harm you limb from limb.” 

“I swear on the seven Lords below that I..we..are never going to let anybody hurt you ever again.”

[alwaysjustmina]

Raindrop April

Just wanted to post a little in advance of April, last year @midnight-moth and I put this month together for our wet boys and I am planning on continuing it.

You may be asking, what is Raindrop April? Well dear reader, it is a celebration of our favorite wet boys during the wettest month of the year.

How can you contribute? Any art or writing you may want to contribute is appreciated. There are no prompts, so it is bringing whatever you want to the table. Last year we started an open collection on AO3 for the month and you can find it here. Check it out, there are some good ones in there.

If you want to participate, just use the tag here or on AO3 as Raindrop Month (please tag me too, cause I want to see all the goodness!!)

I am already thinking up some good things to include in the month!

Please don't hesitate to reach out with any questions or if you may have specific asks for the month you'd like to see.

Now back to giving those Ghoulette's love with the current theme!

Please reshare to get the word around!

[fruityrituals]

inked & marked

swiss ghoul x fem reader

summary: swiss acts on his feelings about a new tattoo you got dedicated to the ghouls

cw: explicit, unprotected sex, breeding, bondage, breath play, oral, blood, mask kink

(18+) / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Ghost Masterlist

(divider below from @cafekitsune) | pics above from pinterest

Today is the first time in a while that you have a lot of alone time. The ghouls and papa have been on a break from tour for a couple months now and today they've started doing practices since tour starts again in a couple weeks. You had no idea what to do with your day without the multi-ghoul. After cleaning your’s and Swiss’ room, doing some chores around the ministry, and giving yourself bangs, you look at yourself in the mirror after a shower and look over all your tattoos and decide that its time for a new one. The last few months, you have been thinking about getting a tattoo dedicated to the current Ghost era since they would be changing a lot of things soon and you want to have some type of permanent memory since you met Swiss in their current era. You get a tattoo of the ghouls helmet on your hip and once you get home, you strip down staying in just your black lace thong and bra with your knee high socks and laid in bed listening to music waiting for Swiss to get back. You know your ghoul and know that this tattoo will get some type of reaction out of him.

Swiss gets home about an hour later walking through the door of your room still dressed in his helmet and stage clothing as he says “i really need a bath i’m very sweaty and smelly and i-”. He pauses when he sees you in the bed in your lace. He quickly shuts the door behind him and quietly walks over to the bed. You were laying on your stomach with headphones on and reading a book so you don’t hear him come in. He observes your body as he starts to undo his vest, then tilts his head when his eyes reach the new tattoo. When he notices you don’t know he’s there, he lets his tail come around, caress your tattoo, then the tip of his tail slaps your ass. You jolt and turn around quickly looking up at Swiss with a hand over your chest “you scared the shit out of me!”. Swiss points at the tattoo as he keeps his eyes on it and says “whats that?”. You grin looking from him, to the tattoo, then back up at him “a little memory of the era i met you in, also to show my love for all of you guys. you like it?”. Swiss grins under his helmet as he takes off his vest and starts undoing his shirt taking that off too leaving him in hit helmet, pants and boots “undo my pants” he says as he looks down at you on the bed. You quickly crawl over to the edge of the bed in front of him as you run your hands down his torso first then undid his belt. Swiss was already bulging beneath the fabrics and it doesn’t take you long to eagerly undo his pants letting his dick spring out. You bite your lip looking up at him as you watch his chest rise and fall, “suck”. You grinned wrapping a hand around his length and place your other hand on his thigh as you spit on his tip before you start stroking his cock. He immediately moans knocking his head back as his tail comes around and wraps around your neck. You swirl your tongue on the tip and then take him into your mouth hitting the back of your throat each time as he moans out “fuck, such a good girl” as his tail tightens around your neck. You guys have safe words and gestures if you ever need him to stop, but if you couldn’t speak, your gesture was tapping his thighs, so he puts both your hands in his thighs as he wraps your hair in his fists and thrusts into your mouth taking all of him until you’re gagging on him. His tail wraps tighter around your neck until the edge of your vision starts tunneling and your head becomes hazy. After a couple more thrusts and his tail tightening, tap both his thighs with your hands 3 times and he loosens his tail and releases your head quickly pulling you up into his arms. He kisses your neck as you catch your breath and let you vision come back to you.

Once he hears your breathing evened out, he shoves you on your back onto the bed and quickly rips off your panties. You adjust yourself so your hips are half way off the edge of the bed as you watch him kick off his boots and the rest of his clothes, he then pulls off his helmet and he had a smirk on his face as he places the helmet on your head and secures the buckle under the chin since it was too big for you. You grin up at him then bite your lip as he gets on his knees beside the bed. His tail comes around and runs along your tattoo on your hip and around your pelvis then to your clit making you jolt and let out a soft whine. Swiss lines up his cock to your entrance slowly pushing into you as you drop your head back letting out a relieved moan. He grips your hips with both hands making you flinch as he sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt. Swiss only give you 10 seconds to adjust before he grunts and starts thrusting inside of you. He takes one hand off of the tattooed hip trailing his hand up and down your body then up to your neck wrapping his hand around it. You start to sweat already with the helmet on and you cant see him that well because it doesn’t fit you right. His tail is rubbing against your sensitive bud as he thrusts into you “you look so hot with my helmet on baby while you’re taking my cock like such a good girl”. His praises and the pace of his cock ramming into you combined with his tail working your clit sends your head tilting back causing you to arch your back and moan out his name.

Swiss wraps his arms around you as he pulls you to his chest and stands up from the ground while still buried deep inside of you. He sit on the bed putting his back against the headboard and settles you into his lap. You readjust yourself as you place your hands on the headboard above his head and start bouncing in his lap. Swiss lets out a whiny moan as he undoes the strap of the helmet and take it off of you “i need to kiss you and see your beautiful fucking face” he wraps one hand on the back of your neck and starts kissing you roughly as you both moan on each other. You pull away from the kiss after a few moments and look down at him and find him looking up at you with such lustful eyes and you say “so you like my new tattoo then?” You grin at him as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth sucking on it then bit it softly looking up at you through his lashes before pulling his mouth away and says “fucking love it baby and i love you” he kisses your neck and you moan out “i love you too” then you both kiss each other roughly again. You feel your orgasm sneaking up and he knows it as he feels your walls tighten around him. He shakes his head and pulls out of you causing you to gasp. You glare at him “what the fuck Swiss!” he grins as he puts his hand over your mouth and says “not yet baby” and removes his hans from your mouth and kisses you gently before moving you off his lap “hands and knees now”

You quickly move onto your hands and knees on the bed and he gets behind you. He leans over you as he pushes your face down into the bed leaving your ass in the air, then he takes your hands putting them behind your back and his tail comes around and secures your wrists together. Your heart is racing and your squirming and dripping on the bed waiting for him to absolutely rail you from behind. Swiss leans down running his tongue up your back, then he sinks his teeth into your shoulder biting you drawing blood. Your legs tighten together as you squirm a bit and he licks the blood from your shoulder then slaps your ass “spread your legs”. You let out a yelp and flinch as you keep your legs together liking to push him over the edge. He leans down and presses his lips to your ear “did you hear me? i told you to spread your legs and i wont ask again”. That sends shivers down your spine straight to your core as you reply “make me”. Swiss lets out a low chuckle as he sits back up and slaps your ass with both hands then leans down and sinks his teeth into your hip right above your fresh tattoo. You gasp letting out a whine into the bed as you give in and spread your legs for him and he replies with a “good fucking girl” then thrusts into you without warning sending a loud moan passed your lips as you bite the bedsheets. He starts thrusting into you at a harsh pace. The sting from him slapping your ass, the pain from the bites he made combined with his tail restraining your wrist and his dick slamming into you makes you feel like you are about to scream and come undone. He grips your hair with one hand pulling your head back as he continues his pace. You start to tighten around him and he moans at the feeling as he wraps a hand around to you neck and pulls you up flush against his chest as he thrusts up into you like that. His hand tightens around your neck as he whispers into your ear “i’m going to fill you up baby”. You nod quickly letting out a whine as you grip his arm and you quickly come undone and he follows close behind you as you both moan out and he empties deep inside of you as his thrusts become sloppy. He leans back on his heels as he wraps one arm around your torso and keeps the other hand around your neck as he kisses your lips roughly and keeps you there for a few more moments before slowly pulling out of you with a groan.

Swiss scoops you up right away carrying you to the bathroom setting you on the toilet as he starts filling the tub with warm water. As the tub fills, he walks over and stands in front of you cupping your cheeks and leans down kissing your lips very slow and sweet. You both smile on each others lips as he whispers “i love you” and you reply with and “i love you too”. He helps you into the tub once its filled and he sits behind you with his legs on either side. It always made you chuckle when he takes a bath with you because he was too big for it with his knees sticking out of the water above the edge of the tub. He takes a wash cloth wrapping his arms around you as he gently washed your body for you, then your hair. You return the favor to him and once you’re both out the shower and in bed, he walks over to you with some ointment for your tattoo. He kisses your ghoul tattoo then applies the healing ointment on it gently. Once he gets into bed, he pulls you flushed against his chest and you both sleep tangled with each other.

[m0rbidmacabre]

If you have Ghosts

Warnings: blowjob, swiss & dew, ghoul on ghoul, angst, hate, sadness, feral ghoul warning, tour life.

Summary: Swiss begins to struggle during a tour, taking out his frustrations on Dew. Despite worsening conditions, Aether and Papa attempt to provide help.

Recommended listening: Ghost – Stay (feat Patrick Wilson)

If you would like to be tagged in further parts of this, please ask in the comments. Writing under the cut - Thank you <;3

If you have Ghosts

Chapter 1

Word count: 1570

Link to AO3

Ghost had been out on tour now for longer than the band could remember, all the days had started blurring into a state of one. It was a repetitive, fast-moving way of life. The audiences, were always the same but the accents were different. Humans were always so similar, that nothing ever seemed different. It wasn’t like battling in hell, it was more like an accession or ritual.

Swiss the multi-ghoul had been feeling the effects of being on stage every night. He was tired, worn out. He was trying not to show it to his pack, but he wasn’t feeling his best. His behaviour had taken a turn, it was almost like he was becoming possessed on stage every night. it worried him that being on stage, opening up his feelings to the audiences was starting to take over who he was as a ghoul. Like it was taking his sense of self and replacing it with a wild animal who was only here to eat, fuck and take what it wants.

“Swiss, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Dew shouted at Swiss as he pushed open the dressing room door.

“What the fuck do you mean dew?”

“You lost it…it’s a good job cumulus was keeping an eye on you; you need to be careful. What if your glamor dropped in front of thousands, you would expose us all.” Dew shouted at him.

Swiss was stood face to face with dew before he knew it, his nose touching the fire ghouls as he squared up to him.

“It’s none of your fucking business, dew. We maybe pack, but that doesn’t mean I need to share my every fucking move with you.” He growled as he pushed the fire ghoul against the wall, holding him tightly, Immobilising the ghoul.

Within seconds swiss had pushed himself onto Dew, kissing his neck and biting every inch he could, this wasn’t about family, or love. This was swiss releasing the energy that had built up, and dew was more them happy to let the multi ghoul take it out on him. Swiss’s hands gripped around dews neck, tightening as Swiss bit and sucked his ear. Dew just took it, he took the pain for his pack mate, all he wanted was swiss to feel better. The fire ghoul reached for Swiss’s pants, unbuttoning them while the multi ghoul bit into him, every bite turning into a burning patch of heat in dews stomach. Swiss growled as his cock sprang free from his pants, he was throbbing, aching for release. Dew looked at the multi-ghoul in the eyes as Swiss broke his kisses from dew's neck, the intense gaze as they stood nose to nose locked in each other. Swiss gripped his hand around dews neck once again...

“You know what I need dew, don’t you?”  Swiss growled at the fire ghoul, who just nodded a response before he dropped to his knees.

Dew dropped open his mouth, his tongue gathering all the moisture he could create. Swiss moved closer to him, lining himself up to the fire ghoul's warm mouth. He pushed past dews lips as the fire ghoul enclosed his mouth around him, running his tongue down Swiss’s thick member.

Swiss could feel his heat rising, his loss of control starting to take over him from inside. It was mere minutes until all of his self control was gone, and he began fucking into dews mouth, grabbing his long blonde hair for leverage as he fucked hard and fast. He was taking what he wanted. The fire ghoul just let Swiss do what he needed to do in that moment, his glassy eyes looking up at Swiss as he fucked into his mouth, the hot tears evaporating on his skin as they appeared.

Swiss let go with an almighty growl, his seed spilling down the fire ghouls throat without a question. Swiss pulled out, and fell to his knees, placing his head onto the fire ghoul's chest as he began to sob. All his pent-up energy, all his frustrations now gone, and all that was left was shame. Dew wrapped himself around the multi ghoul, his tail whipping around his left leg and his arms tightly around his middle. They sat holding on to what they loved the most, each other.

“I’m sorry” swiss whispered through his sobbing.

“Swiss, don’t be. We are good. I love you.” Dew hummed into his ear.

“We should get back to the bus though, pack is gonna be missing us” dew added.

Swiss let out a sigh and got to his feet. Straightening himself up, wiping away his tears. He kept his tail wrapped around the fire ghoul as they headed back to the bus. He didn’t want to feel alone, he needed touch.

Returning to the bus, Dew was right... The whole pack was sat in the living space waiting for them but as soon as they saw Swiss and his red tear-stained face, they all ran over to him and held him tightly.  No questions, no words were exchanged.  Dew lay down a blanket and They all got into a pile on the living space floor and snuggled each other to slumber. Every limb wrapped around another. The love for each other, growing by the day.

Another week of tour slipped by, and nothing had improved with Swiss, it was in fact getting worse. Papa and his pack mates were keeping a close eye on him. Dew had been mostly tasked with watching over him, since the fire ghoul and Swiss had a strong connection. Aether, a quintessence ghoul also often joined them, he was able to make swiss feel calmer by using his magic. Not that he ever did that without the permission of Swiss. It got them through the last night of tour, aether making sure that Swiss had had a heavy dose of calming before going on stage.  He lost it almost every night on stage, his energy building as he threw himself, beat himself, hurt himself by stamping, jumping, throwing himself around the stage. Feral, had become the used word within the fandom for how swiss was behaving but the crowd had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

Swiss was broken, and nobody knew why. Not even Papa himself.

“You need to rest swiss. You're worrying too much my friend. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack” aether said to swiss as he chomped on a banana.

“Si, swiss... You need to rest. We will be home tomorrow. I will visit the clergy library and do some research to see if we can find any ideas. Please don’t worry. Eh…” Papa spoke to the ghoul to ease his worries, ease his pain, but it was never the answer to what was wrong, never the answer to his constant aching soul.

“Do you need me to calm you to help you sleep?” aether asked the multi-ghoul  

“Not tonight Aeth – I’m just gonna snuggle up with dew, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”  Swiss replied.

“Okay boss” aether smiled and carried on eating his banana.

Swiss gave a small smile and disappeared into the bunk area, where he knew that dew was already sleeping. He walked up to dews bunk and nudged him with his cold nose.  One of dews eyes sprang from its slumber from the scent of Swiss and he smiled at the multi ghoul “need some warmth?” Swiss just smiled in response and climbed up onto the bunk, wrapping himself up into the fire ghoul. His tail wrapping around dews wrist.

 Dew had become a place of comfort for swiss, he never judged him if he lost his self control, he never once made him feel like he was wrong and that’s just what swiss needed, someone who understood him. Dew had had his own issues, Dew himself used to be a water ghoul before the clergy forced him into changing his element to become a fire ghoul, which left him with trauma and pain. So he understood swiss, he understood his darkness because he felt it too.

“Dew, did it hurt when you changed element?” swiss asked as they both lay in the arms of the other.

“Of course it did, they ripped out who I was and replaced it with something I’m not. They made me a Frankenstein”.

“I’m sorry….” Swiss said

“What for? You didn’t do it” dew smiled

“For how they treated you, I wish I could have helped you…” swiss said, the sadness in his stomach swirling

“Nothing can be done now, it’s too late… we all have our own stuff to deal with, this is just my history. Like you have your own..” Dew replied as  Swiss squeezed dew tighter and sobbed into the fire ghouls chest, the warmth drifting them both into slumber.

The night drifted by peacefully, every bunk was quiet and all that could be heard was the hum of the traffic as the bus made its way back to the ministry.. They would soon be home after a year on the road and the ghouls and papa couldn’t wait to return to some normalcy. If normal was even a thing at the satanic ministry….

[megachaoticstupid]

“Not a valentine” valentine

You don’t remember who exactly suggested this idea between you both, but since both, you and Mary, didn’t have a partner, you agreed to go with them on a friendly “date” in one of the pubs on Valentine day.

Word count: 3926

Trigger warnings: mostly fluff, idiots to lovers, but there are a little bit of a creepy man, blood and sexual harassment (i am sorry), and a small fight.

Author's note: Happy Valentine day if you are celebrating, and if not, then Happy Wednesday! I want once again give huge thanks to @her-satanic-wiles for being patient with me and so supportive. Thank you ❤ And a lot of thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the amazing divider.

You don’t remember who exactly suggested this idea between you both, but since both, you and Mary, didn’t have a partner, you agreed to go with them on a friendly “date” in one of the pubs. It was their favourite – “veritas”. They loved to snicker at the name and saying that all the creativity went only on the name, for other shit imagination ran dry. And you always rolled your eyes, knowing that they will drag you or your friends here after every gig the band had.

Usually, pub was occupied with several regulars here and there and some fresh blood who came to scream into a karaoke machine and get wasted. It was fun, in times rowdy, and the wine here was fine. But, unexpectedly for you, today the pub is crowded as hell. You see it through the window not believing it at first, but as the door swings open, you are surprised to see a lot of people are either here with their partner having the time of their life or by themselves drinking and just chilling. In the small plaque near the window, you see: “Every third glass is for free”. No wonder it is crowded.

The atmosphere is slightly all over the place. You never saw the interior ever decorated. Even on Christmas it was pretty chill and you loved that Jimmy, the owner of the pub, just never gave a fuck about it. Now, it is covered with cute little hearts, paper frills and pink paper chains. But from the speakers, despite pink romantic mood, blasts “Jolene” by Dolly Parton. You both freeze in your tracks, taking in everything and look at each other slightly dumbfounded. After a moment, your friend shrug their shoulders and enter. You follow them and the door closes, trapping you in the pink world.

To you, crowds were always slightly intimidating, threatening to absolve and part you from your friends, so now you almost cling to Mary, grabbing them by the hand and their shirt. They squeeze back reassuringly, navigating through a crowded place with an ease which could have surprised you if it was someone else. And you were not surprised when they got a small table in the far corner of the pub, almost threatening two dudes to leave the seats Mary booked weeks prior. You sit down, smiling at your friend and then roll your eyes.

“Are you always this scary, Goore? Dudes almost pissed themselves.”

“Sweetheart, I had to butter up Jimmy so we can have this small corner for ourselves. And I don’t hear your praises, you know how Jimmy is. The man is a menace.”

They shake their head pretending to be offended by your lack of gratitude and you smile even wider at them. Mary are so cute when they pout, at least to you. Still smiling at them, you squeeze their hand and put your other on your chest a little bit pompously.

“Mary, even the bards of the past will never find words for your bravery and your self-sacrificing nature. And both of them you showed trying to save a table for the two of us in this smelly pub on February 14th!”

You give them a shit-eating grin and then wince when they flicker you on your forehead and roll their eyes.

“Sorry, I am really grateful for that and happy to have fun with you today”

You smile at them apologetically; your words speak truth. Anything is better than spending this day alone and thinking about your ex and how everything was fucked up from the start. And, spending time with Mary for you is better than anything else. Your small crush not helping these feelings. For you, spending any spare time with them was always fun and giggles as they always found the ways to distract you from anything, supporting and comforting you with their presence and actions. They always made you feel like home and for that only you were always grateful.

You look them in the eyes, waiting for their response, hand in their hand as you both seat in the corner of the pub, drunk people all around you and another song about broken hearts blasts from the speakers, drowning you both in the cacophony of acoustic guitar riffs and somber voice of the musician. You smile at them and they almost immediately smile back, forgetting about their “wounded” feelings, squeezing your hand.

A quick thought rushes in your head. A treacherous one, whispering to you, that this evening looks almost like a cheesy real date with Mary, and on the Valentine Day of all days. You squish it quickly, suppressing your thoughts and putting them in the box in the back of your mind. Your cheeks still blush as you remove your hand from theirs and quickly start putting away your winter jacket. If Mary were a little bit disappointed by this, they didn’t show it, puzzled look swiftly disappearing and a mischievous smile playing on their lips as they also undress.

“So, sweetheart, what do you want for our “Not valentine” valentine day?”

They ask, their eyes are glinting in the dim lights of the pub and you smile back, shrugging your shoulders and look at the bartender. Jimmy looked really down and sad, serving drinks to the customers almost with a solemn reverence, bobbing his head to the beat of the song. You sigh, looking at him and shake your head. Mary looks in the same direction

“Divorce doesn’t suit him well”

They say, also shaking their head and sighing as you looked at him quizzically, quirking a brow.

“Sure thing, Mary, no one glows up when they divorce with their loved ones. It is hurtful”

You might have added too many emotions in your answer, as you notice them looking with sympathy at you and taking your hand in theirs. It feels awkward all of a sudden, so they try to joke

“Well, his ex certainly glowed up, getting a lover, Jimmy’s car and flat”

You scoff at their tone, but it helps you to relax a little. You look again at Jimmy and nod

“Well, I hope he will get better eventually. He still has his pub”

You both quiet down. Looking at the sheet of menu, none of you need it, but still using it as you both feel slightly awkward to be together in the sea of lovesick couples. Your hand is still in Mary’s, held tight and reassuringly. You look at them as a hold your breath. Their messy black hair styled in front of their face, their make-up and fake blood and favourite tee with their favourite band – all of that make them look so comfortable and beautiful to you. But you also notice, that they tried to look presentable today: make up applied perfectly, their cologne is pleasant and overall appearance is not as crunchy and messy as they usually love to appear. At the thought that they tried, even though they didn’t have to, your heart starts beating faster. And you try to calm yourself, when they go to order, hand on your stupid tender heart, as you just try to reason with it. After all, Mary is a friend, not a potential interest. And you repeat this thought, looking at them and their hips as they walk up to the bar.

After their return, you begin to have your own fun. Alcohol always made you mushy and braver, so, after a few glasses of wine, you forget about any shyness that you feel around Mary today, fully relaxing and giggling at their stories from their different gigs and jobs. You know half of them already, but it doesn’t stop you from giggling at them, grabbing their arms and resting your head on their shoulder in the fits of laugh when they move their chair to be close to yours. Mary blush at your gestures, laughing with you and at your own stories from work, and as the evening progresses, they place their arm around your shoulders.

You feel happy, bubbly even, and drag Mary on the small dancefloor too excited to hear their protests. “No children” blasts from the speakers, as you place one hand on Mary’s shoulder and the other one in their hand. They chuckle, shake their head and finally hug you by the waist, brining you close to their body, almost squishing you in them. Your breath hitches, his cologne hitting your nose and you can almost hear their heart beating fast under the sternum.

Both of you at first sway a little bit clumsily, making strange pa’s and twirling in each other’s arms. But then you get bolder, laughing to the lyrics, singing them and imitating the lines with your silly gestures, pulling each other close and then lightly pushing away again as if you are an arguing couple. Your laughs bubble in your chest as you dramatically extend your hand to them, singing “Hand in unlovable hand” and they pull you close to them, bringing their hands to your hips and making you sway gentler, slower. You put your arms around Mary’s shoulders, face raised to theirs and your breath mixes as they lean closer.

You see that Mary’s pupils are blown, hands gripping your hips tighter and their face is so close, that you can’t help but have a tiny thought run in your head. What if they kiss you right now? You lean closer, tilting your head for them and they do the same, cupping your cheek and leaning closer as well. Your breath hitches and you flutter your eyes several times. Their thumb gently brushes your cheek and then tilts your head slightly to the side. Mary’s eyes are gentle and have a silent question in them. Words are swirling on your tongue and they all over the place: from the simple “what?” to a crushingly loud “yes!”. But before you answer Jimmy notices you both and yells:

“Mary, come over here for a sec!”

Mary roll their eyes, frustrated sigh leaving their lips

“Be in a sec, sweetheart. Be there.”

They kiss your forehead and quickly go to the bar, looking frustrated. You chuckle nervously, cheeks are burning and stupid butterflies are flying in your stomach. Your heart races in your chest like crazy and your mind is slightly dizzy. You turn around and look at Mary, unsure smile on your lips and as they lean at the bar and argue about something with Jimmy, they steal a glance at your side and smile broadly with a wink, when they see you watching.

Your smile grows, blush deepens and, as a way to calm down yourself, you sway absentmindedly to the music, waiting for Mary to return. Even if your thoughts are hectic about everything that happened and almost happened, looking at them, hell, being with them feels you with peace and comfort. They make you feel like no one else before, so you let yourself dream about several what if’s, knowing and believing, that they don’t feel the same about you.  

And then, in the moment of peace your feel someone’s hands on your hips. You freeze, mind registering everything that happens: the smell of alcohol, their grabby hands groping your hips and thighs and murmurs in your ear.

“Such a beauty and all alone?”

You blood boils, disgust feels you up. The fight-or-flight response kicking in and suddenly to your assaulter, you turn and punch them without any plan. All you want now is for them to feel pain for daring to grope you. Something crunches under your knuckles, your hand hurts and a yelp leaves the man’s lips, as he grabs his bleeding nose.

Anger courses through your veins and you want to punch him more, to rub into their pain, but you are not quick enough as Mary almost jump in front of you, shielding you and then grabbing the man by his shirt and landing another punch in his face. If looks could kill, your assaulter would be laying in a pile of bones on the floor. He stands up slowly, swaying a little bit, but then throws a punch at Mary’s face, which is caught, but he immediately throws another and manages to slit your friend’s eyebrow.

You shriek and ask people around you for help, but they only stare as Mary gets punched in the face once again. You see their own blood trickling down their face and you can’t stand it. Before you know, your feet carry you quickly to the brawl and with a scream you knee the man in the crotch. He doubles down, whining in pain. Jimmy interrupts you both immediately, bringing with him two other men to hold Marry back and kick out the pervert. Sizing you both down, the owner sighs and points at the door behind the bar.

“Go bring your idiot boyfriend to the staff room, I have a med kit here. Quick, before I kick you both out.”

He grumbles, and turns to the crowd, calming them down and drawing attention from Mary and you. You don’t even argue with that assumption, too shaken up. Grabbing Mary by the hand, you drag them to a small room and sit them down on the chair. Gently, you take their face in your hands and check the injuries. Their bottom lip is swollen and cut, their left eye is shut, covered with blood and you are sure it will bruise. The cut on Mary’s brow above the said eye, worries you the most, so you grab the med kit and carefully wash their wound, not wishing to hurt them even more. They hiss, closing their eyes and leaning back on the chair, letting you do your work, their hands on your hips, gripping you tightly for comfort.

After cleaning and sanitizing the wound, you take a better look at it. To your relief, it’s not deep, so you blow on it gently to soothe the pain and apply a bandage. You chuckle, as you look at them, the med kit has only pink ones left. Mary frown at you and wince once again in pain, but do not say anything, just watching you as you work on them.

Leaving a gentle kiss on their forehead and earning a pleased grunt from them, you carefully wipe their face from all the blood, fake or not, and inspect their eye now. It is already starting to swell and you sigh, feeling guilty. After all, if you didn’t overreact, they would have been fine. You give them an icepack to help with the swollenness and lean closer to their lip, inspecting it even thoroughly. The bottom lip is swollen and read, the right corner is cut, but Mary are still smiling at you, slightly wincing.

“Do you like my battle scars, sweetheart?”

They smile at you, trying you put your worries at ease and turn everything to a joke:

“Should have seen the other guy, heh?”

You roll your eye and want to smack the on their head for stupid jokes, but instead you clean their wound, maybe, applying a little bit too much pressure and getting another grunt from them.

“Sugar, are you trying to finish what a dickhead back then started? Or, is it a foreplay to something more-”

The don’t finish their joke as you turn their head away to the med kit and then put a small round band aid on their lip. This time with a cute pink heart. Mary wince and drag you to their lap, getting you closer to them and hugging you tightly. Their face changes from teasing to apologetic.

“I am sorry, sweetheart, Are you alright?”

You look at them and hurt swells in your chest. Now, without their make-up, Mary looks so vulnerable, so open to you. The silly band aids play to this picture and you can’t help but smile gently at them, nodding reassuringly.

“You should worry about yourself, Mary”

They roll their eyes and cup your cheek looking at your face, checking you closely and then lower their gaze to you hand. You knuckles are red from the punch you landed. Noting serious, or at least, not as serious as their case, but Mary still frown and bring your hand to their lips, kissing hurt skin gently. Knuckle by knuckle, leaving a small trace of kisses, looking at you with tenderness in their eyes. Then, they kiss your fingers, the back of your hand and finally rest their lips on your wrist, brushing against your quickening pulse as you sit in their lap too surprised to do anything, let alone apologize for the scene you caused. Mary smile happily, sighing contently, as they place your palm against their cheek, breathing in the perfume you applied earlier. They look battered up, but still happy with the situation.

“For a person, who landed the nose-crushing punch, you are so timid now.” They kiss your wrist again. “I love seeing all of your sides.”

They tease again, coaxing from you a reaction, wishing for you to calm down. Mary’s face changes when you don’t and they sigh.

“Sweetheart, are you alright? Does it hurt?”

You shake your head and finally touch them back, sliding your arms on their shoulders and hiding your face in the crook of their neck. They sigh happily, hugging you by the waist and kissing you on the cheek.

“That was for sure a “not valentine valentine”, right? Sorry, our date was ruined.”

You freeze again in his arms, eyes wide as their words register in your mind. Suddenly, you sit up straighter, almost falling from their lap.

“A date?!”

It comes out too loud for your liking, but you can’t help yourself. You are sure that the word “date” was never shared between the both of you. Hell, you never thought that they liked you more than a stupid friend to ask you out. Mary frown at your words, hurt is in their eyes.

“Well, sugar cheeks, yes, a date. Why do you think I tried so hard for it to go smoothly? And why do you think I argued for paying for you and shit?”

You see that they are hurt and covering their feeling with angry words. And you are still bewildered, now finally understanding their behavior. Their blush matches your own, frustration is visible on their face

“I… I just thought, that you were friendly with me, Mary.”

Your voice is trembling and weak, as your eyes seek theirs, but they don’t look at you, lips pressing together in a thin line.

“I was always obvious about my feelings! And I have asked you clearly about this date, so I thought…”

Your eyebrows raise as you feel a mi of emotions run through your veins. To you, they never were open about it. Now, you want to strangle them or kiss them. But you stop at the third option, which can fuck up everything nicely. You always fuck up, so why change?

“How would I know, Mary, if you never fucking tell anything?! You were telling me to go on a “non-valentine valentine”. How should I ever interpret it as a date when you themselves were shitting on Valentine!”

They look up, frustration in their eyes matching yours.

“Oh, really? Did you see me asking out D.D. or Farcas? Maybe Jimmy? Hell, you are the one who refused to accept all of my moves on you, playing them down and then being so affectionate with me again! I know that I am not good for you, way out of your league, but fuck, I wanted to…”

Mary stop themselves sighing and shaking their head. Finally, they look into your eyes and speak slightly gentler

“Never mind, I was too stupid to think that I have a chance.”

Your stomach flips at their word, blush spreading on your face further, coveting your ears. But Mary is already set on the outcome, so they try to stand up, but you press on their shoulders, palms shaking and gripping them almost desperately. In other circumstances, you would have been over the moon from Mary’s sudden confession, even if it is a little bit crude, but now you need to clear something up before celebrating.

“Mary…”

Your voice is soft and tender, your eyes are searching theirs for any hidden feelings, finally seeing in them what they always held for you and only you.

“I always thought that you were friendly with me and I never could have thought that you can feel something more than just friendship towards me.”

You place your hand on their blushing cheek, you heart beats somewhere in your throat and you let out the words you always wanted to tell them.

“I love you. I really do.”

They freeze, looking at you with disbelief, unsure smile spreading on their lips as you look in their eyes. Mary kiss the tip of your nose, breathing shakily. Their arms returning their grip on you, bringing you closer to them. But you see, that they are still full of doubt, so you act before you start overthinking everything that has been said. 

You cup their cheeks, thumbs brushing them, lean your forehead against theirs and ask Mary gently:

“May I kiss you?”

Instead of words, they use their mouth, quickly removing distance between your lips and kissing you fervently. Your teeth clank against each other, their bottom lip hurts when they apply too much pressure and you feel like a teenager, sharing their first kiss with a high school crush. You feel butterflies in your stomach and your own heart beating in your ears, as your fingers slide into their hair and tug on black locks. Mary moan into the kiss, leaning their head back, as their hands grip your hips firmly.

You feel dizzy, both from the lack of air and Mary’s kisses. Finally finding the rhythm, they seem like they can’t get enough of you. They open their mouth for you, welcoming your tongue with theirs as they let their hands roam your body. You, yourself, keep up with their greediness. Your fingers touch Mary’s firm shoulders, traveling down to their torso, reaching the edge of their jeans and then going back up again, earning grunts from them. Your hips involuntary grind on theirs, turning already heated make-out session into a much lewder one, filling up the room with whimpers and moans from the both of you.

When it gets top much for you, you break the kiss, resting your head on their shoulder. Your breath a rapid and shallow and you feel how swollen your lips are. You turn your head and glance up at Mary, noticing that they don’t look much better and that their band aid is missing. They smile at you brightly, wincing slightly from the pain and kiss you on the cheek. Mary’s chest falls quickly, as they try to return their breath back to normal and failing miserably. And, as you place your hand on their chest, you feel that they also can’t calm their heart down.

You smile back at them, feeling content, elated even as they squeeze your waist gently. Mary speak up again.

“So, I guess I should start over again”

They take a deep breathe in, holding you tight, uncertainty leaving their body as they speak.

“I love you. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

You nod and grin at them, bringing Mary for another kiss.

[iamthecomet]

Emerald

Kinktober Day Four- Lingerie Rating: Explicit Pairing: Rain/Mountain Featuring: Soft boys being soft. A little bit of frottage. So much kissing. Rain being out of his mind for Mountain. Rain thinking about being mean but not actually doing it. Just two boys being super super into each other. Plus Mountain in lingerie. Word Count: 1.2k Mountain plays dress up. Rain's brain melts out of his ears.

Read it on AO3, or under the cut.

Mountain’s been in Rain’s bathroom for a while. Longer than it should take him to get dressed. Rain hovers. Hands pinned behind his back. Trying not to pace and doing it anyway. Tail swaying behind him, tip flicking.  Maybe he pushed too far. Maybe he’s finally found something that Mountain can’t do for him. His stomach knots–worry. Never disappointment. Concern that Mountain is standing frozen behind the bathroom door, unable to do this. Afraid to fail. Rain stops in front of the door. He cards a hand through his dark curls. He sighs. Drains the tension from his body. He can fix this–will. Mountain doesn’t owe him anything. Rain will make it up to him. 

He raises his fist to knock and the door swings open. The bathroom lights are off, moonlight shining through the one large window, over the dark tiles. Catching on the huge porcelain tub in the center of the room. And on Mountain’s skin where he stands in the doorway. 

Mountain’s face is pulled toward surprise. Not expecting Rain to be hovering outside of the door waiting for him. Probably anticipating Rain lounging in the leather armchair on the other side of the room. Whiskey in hand. Patient. Nonchalant. 

Rain drags his eyes away from Mountain’s face and his breath catches. Mouth going dry at all of the emerald lace wrapped around Mountain’s body. 

His eyes catch on the way the bralette gaps over his pecs. On the stretch of the band around his ribs. The way Rain can see his nipples, already pebbling through the fabric. 

The panties are almost nonexistent. Held up by two thin straps hooked around Mountain’s bony hips then plunging to a lacy scrap of fabric that barely contains anything revealing happy trail and pubic hair, and the twitch of Mountain’s cock as Rain takes him in. 

The garter belt is useless. Rain didn’t give him stockings. But Mountain is wearing it anyway. Hooked around the slight curve of his waist, straps hanging uselessly against his thighs. Rain mourns that the stockings that came with the set would never fit Mountain’s long legs. He wants to see those straps pulled tight against his thighs. Wants to sip his fingers under them, pull, snap the elastic against Mountain’s skin as he fucks him. 

A little bite of pain amidst endless pleasure. 

“Say something,” Mountain says. Voice a low rasp. Rain drags his eyes away from the lace. From the growing bulge beneath it. He refocuses on Mountain’s face. Shy now, pinched like he’s thinking about hiding. About backing into the bathroom and slamming the door and not doing this. 

Rain grabs him before he can. He can’t find words–they’ve fled along with all the blood in his brain. But he slips his fingers behind the thick auburn waves of Mountain’s hair and seals his hand over the nape of his neck. He yanks. Dragging Mountain down as he surges up so their mouths meet. 

Rain’s already open, licking at the seam of Mountain’s lips. Desperate and filthy. Every word he wants to say pouring out of him like this as Mountain gasps and Rain pushes his tongue in and presses it against Mountain’s. 

Mountain reacts on instinct. One arm circling Rain’s waist, pulling him closer until Rain’s back arches and their bodies press together.  Rain’s free hand flattens over Mountain’s heart, then curls around one of the thin bra straps. He pulls, unwilling to break the kiss but determined to get them both on a bed. To sit down before his knees give out. 

Rain stumbles backward, pulls Mountain, until his knees hit his bed and he sits, dragging Mountain down with him, settling the larger ghoul between his legs. 

Mountain pulls away first. Eases up so he’s kneeling between Rain’s legs. Looking up at him with wide green eyes. Rain lets his head thump back against the headboard. Looking at Mountain through lidded eyes. He scratches his fingers through the soft hair at the base of Mountain’s skull.

“You still haven’t said anything.” 

Rain smiles at him, huffs out a small laugh. “You’re going to leave it on right? While I fuck you?” 

Mountain flushes dark, it makes Rain’s stomach swoop. This shyness. Mountain is eager, willing, clearly affected. But there is always this moment when he and Rain play. Where Rain just comes out and say something that Mountain has been thinking. 

“Is that what you want?” 

“I want you to never take it off. Just walk around the abbey like this.”  Mountain sits back on his heels, he rests his hand on Rain’s thigh. Tail winding around his calf. 

“Wouldn’t that be distracting?” 

“That’s the point.” 

“Rain–” 

“Come here.” 

Mountain leans forward, Rain pulls him down by the straps digging into Mountain’s shoulders. Sealing their mouths together again. Rain rolls his hips up as Mountain presses down against him. Feeling the hardening ridge of Mountain’s cock against his. Leaking into his sweatpants as they grind.  Mountain pulls away with a breathless whine, eyes dragging down Rain’s heaving chest, to the wet spot on his pants. “Already?” Mountain drags his fingers over the clothed head of Rain’s cock. It jumps beneath his fingers. 

“Can you blame me?” 

“It’s just lace.” 

Rain drags him back down, unable to resist. To stay away. He doesn’t usually wear his desperation so obviously. And he thinks–next time–he will probably be able to keep it together. Will be able to make Mountain kneel at his feet. Crawl for him. Will pin the sensitive head of Mountain’s cock between the waistband of the panties and his stomach and leave him like that. Give him only that pressure and tell him to figure it out. 

But not this time. He can’t. Doesn’t want to. He reaches between them, slips his hand into those frilly panties, and finds Mountain hard and velvet smooth in his hand and he doesn’t care about the game anymore–whatever it was supposed to be. He only cares about the taste of spring on his tongue and the way Mountain bucks into his hand. 

He’s still going to bend Mountain over, pull those panties aside and fuck into him. He’s still going to make Mountain sob into the pillow for how long he draws it out. 

But first, he’s going to savor this moment. Where Mountain melts in his hands. Pretty, and soft, and vulnerable in a way that for once Rain doesn’t want to tear into. He wants to encourage it, he wants Mountain to know how fucking pretty he is like this. How much it means to Rain that he trusts him with this. A vision of him no one else has ever seen. 

Rain shakes his head, finally pulling away to let Mountain breathe. He licks the last remnants of Mountain from his lips. “It’s not just lace.” 

Rain shoves Mountain to the side. He sheds his clothes as Mountain falls onto his back. T-shirt and sweatpants thrown somewhere across the room as Rain straddles him. Presses his leaking cock down against where Mountain has tented the panties. He ruts against him. Fingers dragging over Mountain’s chest.

Mountain scoffs at him, at the desperate twitch of Rain’s hips against his. “Then what is it?” 

“Shut up,” Rain says, no venom, barely even an order. “And let me show you."

[feralforpapa]

There was literally no reason for him to be as hot and as yassified as he was. Terzo was ahead of his time. 🫠🫠

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Slow (Phantom x GN! Reader FLUFF)

WARNINGS: Suggestive ending, all fluff, Phantom is having his first crush since being summoned.

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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You hummed to yourself as you carefully picked the ripe berries from one of Primo's pristine strawberry plants. You waved as you saw a familiar face round the corner. "Swiss, hey!" The multi ghouls wrapped you in a side hug as he approaches you.

"(Y/N), good to see you." He flashes you a sharp smile. "Would you like some help in the garden today?" You nodded with a soft laugh.

"You know help harvesting is always appreciated." He ushers his companion forward. You recognized him as one of the new Ghouls that had just been summoned. You hadn't really gotten the chance to talk to him yet, you had only exchanged a few small waves as you passed by him in the halls, you also would always give him a warm smile in hopes he would eventually warm up to you. "Hi Phantom." You see a small grin pass over his lips as he realizes you knew his name.

"We're trying to get him more comfortable with interacting with the Siblings. I was hoping he could help you out here." Phantom shifted awkwardly in his heels, you were unable to meet his gaze.

"Of course he can, I'll bring him back down to the Ghoul's Den after we're done out here." Swiss dismissed himself with a nod and a wave, briefly stopping to whisper something in Phantom's ear before clapping him on the shoulder and walking off. "Come on, let's go get you a basket." You motioned for him to follow you. You slowed your pace to allow yourself the chance to slip beside him. "How have you been adjusting so far? I'm sure this is a pretty big change for you." His eyes darted to look at you, he seemed a bit shocked that you were able to talk to him so casually.

"It's definitely a bit of a shock." He chuckles, you try your best to hide your excited expression over his response. "I honestly feel like most of the Siblings are scared of me."

"A lot of them have never been exposed to a freshly summoned Ghoul before. I'm sure they're just a little hesitant because they're not sure how to interact with you. I, however, think you seem very sweet Phantom." You glance over at him with a smile. He just looks down at the ground, folding his hands neatly behind his back. You got him set up with his own basket of gardening tools, he listened very intently to your instructions about how to harvest the produce properly without harming the plant. He watched you closely, lavender eyes scanning over your delicate fingers as you worked. The two of you moved from plant to plant, working slowly as you took time to answer whatever questions he had for you. After a while he actually seemed to be having fun, he slowly became more relaxed in your presence. He jumped down from a low rock wall out of the flower bed, almost instinctively offering you his hand. He looked back at you, almost recoiling at his own gesture. You reached out without a moment of hesitation, your fingers gliding over his palm. He breathes out a chuckle as he notices how his hand could completely engulf yours.

"You're so small." His eyes widen slightly as he suddenly drops your hand, apologizing profusely, causing you to laugh.

"Phantom, it's okay." You motioned to his hand. "May I?" He nodded slowly, you gently grabbed his palm in both your hands, your thumbs running soothingly over his skin. You pressed your hands together, allowing him a moment to look at the size difference between the two. "Your hands are really warm, it's nice." You smile at him.

"I-um," he trails off, swallowing thickly. "Would it be alright if I saw you again?" He inches forward slightly, a nervous glint in his eyes. You nod, a smile quickly spreading across your features.

"I'd like that." Phantom hesitantly pulled his hand away from yours, allowing his touch to linger in your until the very last moment. The two of you brought your fresh produce to the kitchen before you walked with him down to the Ghoul's Den.

"I hope he didn't give you too much trouble." Swiss says with a laugh.

"He wasn't any trouble at all, I had a really nice time with you today Phantom." He nods bashfully.

"Hopefully I'll be able to see you soon." He smiles softly at you, trying to hide his fangs.

"I'm always in the library in the evenings if you'd like to come keep me company." You bite your lip to try and hide your excited smile. "I'll see you later Phantom, bye Swiss." You dismiss yourself with a wave, practically skipping back to your dorm for the night. The next night you found yourself waiting anxiously as you wondered whether or not Phantom would actually show up. You sat before a roaring fire, curled up on one of the couches in the room as you skimmed through the book you had chosen, barely able to focus on the words on the page. You sat up a bit straighter as you heard the heavy door open on the opposite side of the room. Phantom slinks out of the shadows, offering you a small wave as he steps into the soft orange glow that surrounds you.

"Would it be alright if I joined you?" You nodded, scooting over to offer him a space to sit. He was rigid as he sat down, sitting up straight as he nodded at you. "You look really pretty tonight." You can't help but blush at his statement.

"Thank you." Phantom seemed even more flustered than you felt. "I'm really happy you came." You see him swallow thickly, his gaze landing on your lips.

"I am too." He admits with a bashful chuckle. "Can I admit something?" You nod, he cautiously reaches out and takes your hands in his. "I'm still learning how to interact with humans, but I've found myself feeling very attracted to you." You felt your cheeks heat up, your eyes widened slightly at his confession. You found yourself inching closer to him, his warm breath bouncing off your lips. "Can I?" He asks softly, you could feel his lips ghost over yours he was so close. You gave his hands a gentle squeeze.

"We'll take it nice and slow, okay?" He nods in response, pausing and waiting for you to take the lead. You gently run your fingers over the exposed skin of his cheek under his mask. His eyes slid shut as your lips finally found his. His grip on your hand tightens slightly as he presses himself into you. You slowly slid your hand around to the back of his neck, you hum softly as the feeling of his soft hair brushing over your fingers. Your body jolts slightly and drops your hands to let his fingers run over your waist. He tenderly squeezes at your flesh as you pull him in as close as you could manage. You parted with soft gasps, your gaze meeting one another's as soon as your eyes opened. "You're a really good kisser." You giggle causing him to get flustered.

"I'd like to do that again if that's alright." You nod, leaning into him once more. This time Phantom's lips met yours with a greater ferocity, hands grabbing hungrily at your hips while still making sure he didn't hurt you accidentally. His lips left yours, trailing across your jaw and down your neck. He nuzzles his face against your skin, your breath shudders as you try to steady your breathing. He takes your hand, slowly bringing it up to the buckle on his mask, silently asking you to remove it. Your fingers shook as you worked at the strap, eventually sliding it out of the buckle so you were able to fully remove it. His raven hair tumbled into his face, you couldn't resist reaching out to run your fingers through the soft strands. He takes a moment to study your expression, he was met with your soft gaze that held nothing short of pure adoration. "You're… you're not scared of me?"

"No," he carefully pulled you into his lap, his head lulled into your touch as you continued to play with his hair. "I think you're very handsome." His warm lips pressed against your pulse, sending a shiver down your spine.

"(Y/N)?" You hum in response to your name. You can't help but blush as Phantom's hands slide over the curve of your ass. "How slow would you like to take things?"

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[mac-and-thefox]

Everyone seems to really be going through it this weekend. Here is an offering of fluff 💙 purely self-indulgent sappy love-struck Phantom crushing and pining over Rain because my brain is in chaos and needs some softness 🙃

Cw: fantasizing, hand jobs

Elixir of Life

The woods outside the abbey have always been a special place for Phantom.

When he was new from the Pit, before finding his place in the dynamic of the pack, he would take frequent walks in the woods. He would just wander, marveling at the light filtering through the trees and giving the forest floor an ethereal glow. They didn't have light like this in the Pit, and he'd find himself in awe of all of the simple, natural wonders of the surface world.

What amazed him the most was how there was water everywhere. There was so little water in the Infernal ring he had come from. What little there was to be found was putrid, acidic, and stank of sulfur and brimstone. Although dank and toxic, it was still a precious commodity. Ghouls fought tooth and nail with each other for a handful to drink. He would run his fingertips over the scars etched in his face, through his milky eye that no longer had sight, and shudder at the memories of his siblings growling and maiming for the right to a few drops to quench their thirst.

The water here though, it was safe and cool, it was healing. The water here brought life, and that life was something he could hear, smell and taste all around him as he stepped through the trees on this particular day.

There was no path leading to where he wanted to go. At this point he had come to this place so many times that it was imprinted in his heart.

Phantom moved silently through the trees, having left his shoes at the edge of the wood. He padded over the moss on the ground and ducked under fallen trunks and branches until he came to a clearing.

This was his safe place, a haven for him to go and clear his mind; to escape, not that he didn't love his pack fiercely, but to have a moment away from the mentally exhausting process of learning all the things and customs that came with being on the surface.

This clearing, with its aspen trees, it's small meadow of wildflowers, it's clear, pure stream-fed pool, was a place for him to breathe, and reflect, and read his books.

Here, he would also find Rain.

Phantom had been fascinated by Rain the moment he had stepped out of the summoning circle and set eyes on the water ghoul. Water ghouls were basically non-existant in his circle of Hell. The fact that Rain had elemental power over water, could just summon it and influence it at will, was something Phantom marveled at and still struggled to wrap his mind around.

Rain, with his creamy skin, long graceful limbs, dark soft curls, and eyes so strikingly blue it made Phantom's heart ache to look into them.

The young quint had longed to...just touch Rain, to twine their tails together and run his claws through Rain's hair. To run his thumbs over his soft, perfect skin. While Rain was perfectly friendly and had welcomed him with open arms into the pack, Phantom had simply been too shy and nervous to do anything about it.

So here he sat, knees drawn up to his chest in the soft moss and foliage as he hid behind his book in the shade of a golden aspen. Across the clearing, Rain lounged in the pool, floating on the surface of the water as he watched the clouds track slowly across the sky.

Every so often Phantom would peek over the pages of his novel and watch the water ghoul in his element. Occasionally Rain would raise his head to look over to the young quintessence ghoul watching him and smile to himself as Phantom would notice him looking back and hide back behind his book, pointed ears reddening and scent tinging with shyness and embarrassment.

Phantom yearned to just sit and watch Rain twist and glide through the water like the most graceful, perfect creature of the sea. He longed to run his hands along the colorful, delicate beta fins that came with Rain's unglamored form. He wondered what would happen if he could lightly caress Rain's gills with his fingertips. What Rain's perfect, full lips would look like whispering his name. He let his mind wander as he tried to get his heart rate down from getting caught looking.

In his mind, Phantom could be brave. He could put his book down and cross the clearing to the pool. He could reach down into the pool and cup Rain's beautiful face in his hands before softly pressing their lips together, sighing as he felt Rain's plush mouth give and open for him.

In his mind, he could be brave enough to slip into the pool with Rain and draw the water ghoul into him to straddle his lap while caressing the muscled planes of Rain's back and shoulders. He could run his nose along Rain's throat, leaving soft kisses and licks in his wake as he basked in the scent of water lillies and fresh morning dew. He could feel his quintessence dancing across the water ghoul's skin as he reached out with his magic to elevate what they were both feeling.

Phantom could work up the courage to gently grip Rain's hips and slowly start grinding up into the water ghoul. He could practically hear Rain's soft sighs and whimpers as they pressed close together; hands roaming, touching, caressing. He could feel Rain's hands tracing patterns on his chest before coming up to entangle themselves in Phantom's hair. Maybe Rain would start rutting against his stomach, with kisses becoming more insistent, more filthy as Rain pushed his tongue past Phantom's teeth to caress the quint ghoul's tongue with his, claiming Phantoms mouth and lips like they're Rain's to own.

Maybe Phantom could then draw Rain back in his lap just enough to free his cock from his shorts before pulling him back in to grind their cocks together. He could cup Rain's ass in his hands, kneading the firm muscle as he moved Rain's body against his to find the perfect rhythm and pressure that left them both gasping and moaning into each other's mouths.

In his mind they were sharing breath, riding a high off of each others' scents and arousal as they drove each other closer to coming undone in each others' arms. Hands moving to tweak nipples, tug on hair, rest on throats, caress gills, to take both cocks in hand and jack them off together as they rutted against each other.

Phantom could imagine what it would feel like to see Rain's eyes roll back into his head and whisper Phantom's name against his lips before crying out and cumming between them. Phantom would follow shortly with his own release, his head dropping to Rain's shoulder to bite as he moaned out his ecstasy against the water ghoul's dewey, perfect skin.

In his mind they would rest against each other in the water, exchanging soft words, gentle kisses and touches as they drank in each other's presence in this moment. A second lasting an hour as the two willed to stay suspended in this moment for eternity.

***

Phantom came back into the present and jolted to awareness as he noticed Rain standing over him, a curious and slightly concerned expression on his face. Rain crouched down and cupped Phantom's cheek in his hand.

"Hey Stardust...you back? Where did you float off to?"

Phantom blushed all the way to the tips of his ears as he moved his book to cover the now very obvious boner in his lap.

"Sorry, sorry..it's nothing. I'm fine,"

Rain sat back on his haunches and looked at Phantom for a moment before shrugging and offering his hand.

"Alright, well c'mon then. We should be getting back,"

Phantom took Rain's hand and stood, trying to discreetly adjust his shorts to make the lump in his pants a little less obvious.

They left the clearing and made their way back to the abbey. Phantom trailed slightly behind to watch Rain as he stepped through the trees with the grace and poise of the most elegant deer.

"Yeah," he thought to himself, "maybe one day I'll brave enough."

Water was a special thing indeed.

@jesusbutbetterrr @jimothybarnes @iamthecomet @jazz-bazz @littlemoon-beam @criticaloser @kamonart @sphylor

[alwaysjustmina]

Whispers of Rain

Chapter 14: And I don't want to get in your way

My thanks as always go out to the following:

@kamonart the artwork for this story (check them out on IG

@papaslittlesunshine for her amazing editing skills, any mistake are always clearly mine. Check her out on Tumblr or her stories on ao3! If you need recs, let me know!!

Lastly @midnight-moth on Tumblr and IG, for always listening to my depraved raindrop thoughts and trying to guide me back to sanity. Check all their work out on AO3, if you haven't read Kilonova, what are you even doing?

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With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, Dew knew this couldn’t be real. He tried to slow his breathing to keep pace with the ticking of the clock he could hear, willing his heartbeat to decelerate. If he didn’t open his eyes, he could stay in this vague awareness, between the dark and light. Between knowing if Rain was alive or dead. He could feel the tears slip past his clenched eyes. When he thought of Rain, he felt the panic starting to rise in his chest. He needed to just open his eyes, deal with whatever had happened. He continued to will himself to just give him one more moment, one more second in this ignorant bliss.

He felt a body next to him, a hand reaching out to take his own that was clenched in the sheets. Warmth slowly registered that the hand next to him wasn’t the cold realization that death offered. The puff of air that breathed along his neck, had his eyes snapping open.

The sight before him made him gasp, the other eyes meeting his, disrupted out of half sleep. The smile that quirked the corners of his mouth up before noticing the tears falling from Dew’s eyes, his sobs not able to be quieted any longer.

“Dew?” Rain asked softly.

He raised his one hand not holding onto Dew’s hand to brush the tears falling down from his cheeks. Dew leaned into his touch, pushing his face into the palm of his hand. He couldn’t answer him, his voice lost to the pain of the dream.

Rain seemed to understand something had happened, he didn’t push, just gripped Dew’s hand tighter, his smaller grip encompassed in Rain’s larger. He wanted to pull him closer, to encircle him in his embrace, but he knew that Dew had to reach, Dew had to be the one to reach out for him. He would wait. He would wait forever if necessary.

Rain’s hand grounded Dew in the quiet light of the morning. They didn’t speak, they watched the other, eyes caressing where hands hadn’t in so long as the dawn broke the sky, streaming sun across the bed, landing across Rain’s face, Dew’s dull locks shining in the morning sun.

As Dew calmed down further he found himself pressing himself into the quiet solace that Rain offered, molding their bodies together once again. Dew’s head under Rain’s chin, arm around the waist, legs entwined in a resemblance of gnarled tree branches that have forged together over years, if not centuries, unable to bear being separated.

Rain’s hand found Dew’s hair, brushing it back from Dew’s face gently, running his fingers through it. He missed this quiet between them, these moments that they had fought so hard for over the last year.

“Please don’t leave me,” Dew mumbled so quietly that Rain had to question if he heard him correctly.

“Never, I will always be here for you, my Otter. I will always find a way to be near to you, I will always come for you.”

Dew pulled back from their tight embrace to look into Rain’s eyes, maybe to check the validity of his words, not believing himself worth it. Rain watched the heart wrenching thoughts pass over Dew’s eyes, making sure to offer him a smile and to pour all the love he had for him to show in his eyes, in his face, in his caress. He watched the tears continue to fall silently down his face.

“Please don’t cry over thinking I will ever leave you Dew, that is the last thing you need to worry about.”

Dew’s face softened at Rain’s admission, finally believing a small fraction of what he was saying. He knew they needed to talk about everything that happened, he needed to tell Rain his fear. He knew these things, but he just wanted to exist in this moment, they had time.

Rain whispered over and over again how much he loved him as he held Dew in his tight embrace. Dew found himself nuzzling into Rain’s neck, inhaling his scent, placing small kisses along his pulse, without realizing what he was doing. When the two of them were alone together their bodies automatically sought the other out. It was natural, destined. Rain placed kisses along Dew’s cheek and forehead.

They moved to look at each other again, and Dew found himself making the first move. He pushed forward slowly, his eyelids lowered, watching the plush lips before him. He knew when Rain realized what he was he was doing by the sharp puff of air he emitted from his mouth.

“You sure?” Rain asked before their lips met.

Dew didn’t answer, he pressed his mouth to Rain’s. A chaste kiss, pressed together in a silent moment. He felt Rain’s lips twitch into a smile as they were pressed together. He could feel Rain’s hand that was holding his grip the slightest bit harder. The other arm that were wrapped around each other, he felt both of their flesh rise in goosebumps, electricity flowing between their limbs to the other.

It wasn’t a heated kiss by far, both knowing that they wouldn’t take it further. It felt like the first time they touched, the first glance, the first admission of love. It felt like hope, that maybe everything would be ok. Dew wanted to forget everything that happened and just exist the rest of eternity in Rain’s embrace, with the knowledge that they loved each other.

When they finally pulled apart, they exchanged a sigh of contentment and smiled at the other.

“I love you too, my Selkie, always.” Dew breathed out.

They held each other the rest of the morning, until they heard the others start to move in the house. The sound of life, breaking them from this moment of contentment. Knowing they needed to face the day and start to plan for Ifrit’s demise and the eventual thought of going home and starting to heal.

They slowly let go of the other, arms unraveling, bodies moving apart, fingertips the last to touch as they made their way from the bed. Their eyes never left the other as they moved around the room trying to piece together clothes for the day. They only stopped staring when the other stepped into the bathroom to clean up. The one not in the shower waiting outside, standing by the door, the thought of being apart unbearable. When they came back together their hands found the others again. Their fingers entwined, speaking the thoughts that they both couldn’t say out loud yet.

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“Rain, that is a dumb idea,” Eidolon shouted from beside Aether.

Rain sighed deeply in exasperation, would Eidolon ever give him a break? Would he ever stop fighting him? He was absolutely grateful to him for being with Dew and getting him through Ifrit’s torture, offering his friendship (he was not going to think about that kiss that he witnessed between the two of them, he was not), but he secretly wished he could punch him sometimes.

Calm, Rain, calm, he thought to himself not for the first time this morning. Rain had Dew’s hand in his beneath the table, his thumb caressing the others mindlessly. He was trying to ignore the fact that after their quiet morning, he found Dew and Eidolon huddled in a corner in the kitchen whispering quietly to one another, Eidolon’s hand on Dew’s arm. Rain wondered if Dew had shared what had made him cry this morning with Eidolon, and he tried his hardest to cut off those thoughts, he had his time with Dew this morning. Dew would share everything with Rain when he could, he knew he would, but fuck if it didn’t kill something inside of him when he found the two of them together again. As soon as Dew saw Rain enter the kitchen he disentangled himself from Eidolon with a quiet, “I will be fine, thank you,” and a squeeze to his hand before walking over and greeting Rain.

“And what is your idea?” He asked back, as neutrally as possible. He would make an effort for Dew. Eidolon was his friend.

“I wouldn’t ask him to meet me somewhere, that’s for sure, the only way you will be able to get him is to do it by surprise. Otherwise he will be prepared and will do every dirty thing in the book to end you. How can you be that stupid?” Eidolon seethed.

“Eidolon!” Dew and Aether’s voices raised in surprise at the same time, shock evident on both of their faces.

Calm, Rain, calm.

Eidolon didn’t stop though, “Why would you put Dew in this position, of Ifrit destroying you, killing you? Why don’t you care what you do to him?”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Well that wasn’t calm, was it?

“You are a fucking idiot, that is my problem. You are going to get not just yourself killed, but all of us when your oh so brilliant plan fails, including the one you supposedly love.”

Rain could feel himself gritting his teeth inside his mouth, grinding them together as he tried to remain calm and not fly across this table in the rage he felt inside his entire being. How fucking dare he? Who the hell did he think he was to question his love for Dew? Calm.

“What, you think you can come up with something better?”

“Absolutely, at least my plan wouldn’t get Dew killed. At least it seems like I may be the only one of us concerned with that between you and me.”

Rain quickly rose from his chair, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” He gripped the wooden frame so hard he knew he was leaving claw marks on the wood.

Eidolon rose from his chair, as well, “You know damn well what that is supposed to mean!”

Aether and Dew looked at each other across the table, not knowing how to diffuse the situation.

“Maybe we should take a breath?”

“Hey, let’s all calm down.”

Aether and Dew spoke at the same time, addressing the person by their side. Neither were listening though.

They tried.

Failed.

“You think you can take care of him better than I can? Is that what this is, Eidolon?”

Eidolon scoffed, “What surprises me, Rain, is that you don’t think the same thing.”

“Oh, cause you did so well protecting him while you were both with Ifrit?”

“Where the hell were you Rain? It was months he was there. All I heard is he stabbed you once or twice, I would have dragged myself from my deathbed to Dew’s side, but no, poor little Rain had to rehabilitate.”

It hit a little too close to home, Eidolon’s words. He knew he failed Dew, he should have been here sooner. The defeat of what Eidolon said, evident on his face clearly.

“Even you think this, Rain, just look at yourself, you know you aren’t anyone’s savior. You play the biggest victim here out of everyone.”

Rain’s mouth hung open as Eidolon continued.

“If Dew finds comfort in my embrace, why would you stop him from seeking it out? You say it is all about Dewdrop, but you continue to make it about you, begging him to not seek me out at night to calm his fears.”

Eidolon continued, “You know your the reason he is here, Ifrit had some kind of vendetta against you, your the reason it got so bad. He wouldn’t have tortured Dewdrop if it wasn’t for you. I heard the things he said to Dew when he was-”

“Eidolon, stop!” Dew shouted, but it wasn’t enough.

Eidolon continued, not missing a breath, “hurting him, hurting him in ways you can’t even fathom. He always made sure to bring you up. Tell me, was it about Dew, or did bring this on him?”

The room suddenly was too quiet, all the air drawn out of the space they were in. Rain couldn’t hear anything, the sound of the wildlife outside had ceased playing on the waters edge, the light had slipped behind the clouds, the ticking of the clock stopped.

He had told him. Dew had told Eidolon. He told him what he had asked him for the other night. He told him.

Maybe Eidolon was right, maybe it was all him? Did he cause this for Dew? How much had things changed since they were together? He never thought Dew would share a private conversation with anyone else. The devastating realization of the bond he now understood Dew had with Eidolon, shattered the hope he felt grow in his chest this morning. He couldn’t look at Dew, he couldn’t look at any of them. He found himself pulling away from the table, removing his hands from the chair, slipping his hand out from under Dew’s that had been placed on top of his.

“Maybe you are right, I will rethink my plans and share it with the group when I make my decision.” He slipped out of the silent room, passing through the house and out the front door, he needed to take a walk. He needed out of there before he broke down in front of them all and it gave Eidolon more fuel to torment him with. He didn’t hear as Dew called out to him, lost in his own thoughts and misery. The words Eidolon had shouted repeating in his head over and over.

Dew stared at Eidolon across the table, he watched his friend's body heaving in anger as he spewed the words Dew had confided in him in private. He knew why Eidolon was doing this, this was his fault. He hadn’t made his feelings clear. Fuck if he even knew exactly what he felt. Rain didn’t deserve his vitriol though, Dew did.

When he heard the door shut behind Rain, he spoke up, “Why would you say that to him?”

“Cause it is the truth.”

“Phan-I mean, Eidolon, you don’t know what it was like at the abbey the last few months either, that wasn’t fair to say to Rain.” Aether said quietly from his side.

“I don’t care, he is an idiot.”

“Eidolon, stop, he isn’t an idiot.” Dew’s voice raising in agitation.

“Yes, he is. You deserve better.”

“STOP. I will not listen to this again.”

“Dew, you know I am-”

“Eidolon, seriously, I am not listening to this anymore right now. I need you to stop.” Dew walked away from the table.

He wandered through the house, finally sitting in the glassed in sunroom, his thoughts consuming him. He waited for Rain for hours to return, but eventually the light outside dimmed and he found himself falling asleep in the chair, once again wishing he had never fallen for Ifrit all those years ago. It would have solved so many things.

Rain returned many hours after leaving the house to the quiet house, Aether sitting at the table in the kitchen by himself. He found himself asking where the others were, Aether said Eidolon was in his room and Dew was in the sunroom waiting for Rain to return.

He wiped his hand over his face in exhaustion before sitting across from Aether. Weren’t they just here a few days ago, was that a week or two ago? He couldn’t remember anymore. He saw Aether itching to say something to him about the earlier conversation, but before he could speak he told him he had a plan.

“I want to leave as soon as possible, Eidolon was right that we need to do this as quickly and quietly as possible.”

“We should get both of them and tell them the plan.” Aether knew Rain was getting ready to do something stupid even as he said this, like not to tell the other two they were going.

“No, I think it is better we go now, I just need to get some things, give me a half an hour.”

“Rain, this is a mistake, you need to talk to Dew.”

“I don’t want to hear it Aether, I just want to get this done so we can get hi-I mean them, back to the abbey and safe.”

He rose from the table to take care of the last few things before they left.

Aether found himself outside of Eidolon’s room, pushing his door open silently. He laid on his bed fast asleep. In sleep, it was easy for Aether to forget all the years between the last time he saw him. Phantom was curled on his side, clutching the other pillow on the bed between his arms, his hair sticking in all directions. He wished he could wake him, but he sat there watching him for as long as he could before they left. He wanted to tell him, he knew how hard it was. He knew that Eidolon was in love with Dew, he knew what he faced with that feeling. He wanted to tell him Rain was a good person, that he loved Dew with his entire being, not to fault their feelings for the other. Not to lose sight of his friendship with Dew. He didn’t have to give up his love of Dew because he loved Rain, Dew had enough love for him too. He didn’t need to fight with Rain over who loved Dew more.

He wanted to run his hand through Eidolon’s wild hair and remind him of their youth together, of the happiness they shared in their family home. The two of them running wild through the fields, practicing their powers, watching the starlight they created together. How sorry he was that Ifrit used Eidolon to get to Aether. He wished he could send Eidolon home to their family, but there was no one there any longer, it was just the two of them.

He knew that time was drawing near, he rose from the edge of the bed, bending down to kiss Phantom’s forehead and whisper from the door to the sleeping form, that he would be back soon and that he loved him, his baby brother.

They had time, he would make sure he knew how much love he had for him, how much love their family had had for them.

Rain and Aether slipped from the house silently, starting the car and driving into the dark night by themselves away from the two people that they loved the most in the world.

When Dew woke later that night from the sound sleep he had on the chair he stumbled from the room to see if Rain had returned. The kitchen was empty, the house locked. He went to their bedroom to find it empty of the other ghoul, but he found on the bed a packet laying on the covers. There were many envelopes wrapped with twine, all addressed to him with a note on top.

My love,

I am sorry you will find this and not me here, but I need to do this. I have needed to do this from the day I first saw what Ifrit was doing to you.

I am sorry I am leaving without waking you, walking out on you in the dark of night, but I knew you would insist on coming and this was something you didn’t need to see, to face again.

I walked for hours in the woods, thinking about us, thinking about how I could make our new lives easier on you. I want you to be happy, safe, beyond anything else. I am so sorry if I made you ever feel anything less. You are my entire world, my other half, the one I love. I won’t give up on our love, but if you can’t find happiness with me again, I will let you go. I only want your happiness, that is the only thing that matters to me.

I thought about you every day we were apart, my only thought was to get back to you. Eidolon was right, it took too long, I failed you once again. I should have been faster. I will take care of Ifrit though so you can live in peace knowing he will never hurt you again.

I have attached my letters I wrote to you while we were apart. I hope they prove to you, that you were all I thought about, that maybe I am deserving of your love somehow.

I brought them in hopes we could open them together, but I think this may be better. You can read them if you want. You can decide. I didn’t realize how much we both would have changed while apart. I guess I am the idiot Eidolon said I was.

Forever yours,

I will love you forever, Selkie, if that makes me more of an idiot, so be it.

I will return in a few days and we can go home. I promise I will get you home and take care of this monster for you.

Rain

Rain, what did you do?

Authors note: the letters Rain left with Dew look like this (thanks to @jazz-bazz )

[chuckyslivinghell]

Swiss × Phantom × Aurora

Fluff

Swiss laid on the couch, Phantom laid on top of him, cuddling into Swiss and the TV was on for some background noise.

As the time passes Phantom yawns, cuddling more into him, as Swiss heard them yawn, he began to scratch their back, planting a kiss on their head.

"Tired, bug?" Swiss asked, smirking and Phantom just gave a little hum of acknowledgement.

Swiss chuckles softly at Phantom's little hum, holding them a bit closer.

"Go to sleep, bug." Swiss says softly and Phantom just shakes their head, wanting to stay up so they have more time with Swiss.

"Want to stay up" Phantom mumbles, their tail snakes around Swiss arm.

"Come on, baby. Go to sleep, you can't stay awake any longer anyway." Swiss says, kissing their temple.

Phantom shakes their head again but falls asleep shortly after.

As the two cuddle on the couch, Phantom fast asleep, Aurora sneaks into the common room, smiling softly as she them.

"Hi" she whispers, walking over to the two Ghouls, planting a kiss in Swiss lips.

"Hi, Rory" Swiss said, smiling. He takes her hand in his, strokes the back of her hand.

Aurora smiles softly, going with her free hand through Phantoms hair, kissing his head.

"Want to cuddle too?" Swiss asks, pulling her a bit closer and wrapping his arm around her hip.

"Don't need to tell me twice." Aurora says happily and lays down next to the two, cuddling into Swiss side and wrapping her arm and tail around Phantom. Swiss tail wraps around her waist, holding her closer, as she kissed Swiss cheek.

The three cuddle more into each other until they fall asleep.