#implied polyghouls

[ashthewaterghoul]

Body & Mind - A Phantom Ghoul One Shot

So Swiss, ever the caring partner, took Phantom’s plate of food and gently knocked on their door. No response came so Swiss tried the handle and found it unlocked. He had just intended on dropping the food by Phantom’s bedside for whenever they woke up but the sight of the little Bug broke Swiss’ heart. They were curled up so small and hidden under many blankets with their back to the door. They had an extremely large plain black hoodie on that Swiss knew had been dubbed their ‘dysphoria hoodie’. Swiss walked around the nest and saw Phantom was awake, staring at nothing while tears rolled down their face. Or, Phantom is feeling dysphoric, and Swiss helps.

Words: 1.9k

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Phantom/Rain, Phantom/Swiss

Tags: Gender dysphoria, hurt/comfort, fluff, they/them Phantom, he/they Rain, transmasc Phantom and Rain, HRT, chest binding, Aether pops up for a second too, and transmasc Dew mention, author is projecting, implied polyghouls.

Warnings: Period talk/period-induced dysphoria, a lil mention of slightly unsafe binding practices and a tiny bit of medical language as Phantom talks about their HRT and their issues with it.

Terms used for Phantom and Rain’s anatomy - Chest and tissue.

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 ��  It was about halfway through the day when Swiss realised he hadn’t seen Phantom yet. The little Bat had been exhausted after getting back from their first tour and Swiss had taken up a few of their duties so they could rest. They both usually at least still saw each other at breakfast, if not lunch. But when Swiss saw the still-full plate by Phantom’s seat at the table, he knew something was up.

    A quick question to Aurora told Swiss that they hadn’t left their room at all yet and she assumed they were just sleeping in. Not even Phantom’s neighbours, Rain and Cirrus, had heard anything from within the room. So Swiss, ever the caring partner, took Phantom’s plate of food and gently knocked on their door. No response came so Swiss tried the handle and found it unlocked. He had just intended on dropping the food by Phantom’s bedside for whenever they woke up but the sight of the little Bug broke Swiss’ heart.

    They were curled up so small and hidden under many blankets with their back to the door. They had an extremely large plain black hoodie on that Swiss knew had been dubbed their ‘dysphoria hoodie’. Swiss walked around the nest and saw Phantom was awake, staring at nothing while tears rolled down their face.

    “Buggy?” Swiss whispered, and Phantom’s violet eyes met his golds.

    “Hi.” Phantom said quietly.

    “Bad dysphoria day?” Swiss assumed by the hoodie but just wanted confirmation, which he got when Phantom nodded, “I’m sorry, baby.”

    Phantom shrugged, “‘s not your fault.”

    “I know, but I hate seeing you like this.” Swiss let out a deep breath, “Can I touch you? Do you want a cuddle?”

    “Please.” Phantom said, and Swiss wasted no time in climbing into the nest and bringing Phantom’s head to rest against his chest while he laid on his back.

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    “Has anything brought this on or is it just one of those days? You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Swiss said.

    They groaned, “My period’s coming soon, my chest is sore so I can’t bind, and loads of people online are calling me ‘he’ and some even saying ‘she’. I know the public don’t know, but it still bothers me.” Phantom said.

    “A bit of a downside to the masks and anonymity, I guess, but Frater can find a way to get everyone to know your pronouns, I’m sure.” Swiss said, taking a breath before going onto the next point, knowing Phantom needed logic for their addled brain that wouldn’t be able to find solutions for itself, “Your T hasn’t stopped your period yet?”

    Phantom shook their head.

    “Have you told Aether? He’s managing your prescription, right?”

    “Hoped it would just go away.” Phantom sniffled.

    “Okay, well, how about you tell him? When Dew started his T he had to get an extra shot to stop his period. I’m sure Aeth would do the same for you.” Swiss said.

    “Maybe.” Phantom said.

    “You can ask when you feel more yourself maybe, yeah?” Swiss said and Phantom nodded, “You said your chest is sore?”

    “Always happens with my period.” Phantom said.

    “How much have you been binding recently?” Swiss asked.

    “Like, 8 or 9 hours every day?”

    “When was the last time you took a day off?”

    Phantom went still and blinked rapidly as they tried to remember.

    “Buggy, it won’t help if you��re too sore to bind. You need binder breaks.”

    “I know! I just hate how I look without it. I know I don’t have a lot going on up here,” They gestured vaguely to their chest, “but knowing it’s there makes me feel like a freak.”

    “I think it’s well established that I’m the freak in this pack.” Swiss said, and smiled at the little laugh it drew from Phantom, “Have you ever tried transtape?”

    “No, what’s that?” Phantom asked.

    “It’s the stuff Rain uses. Kinda like KT tape but it’s for your chest. You can wear it longer than you can a binder and safely too.”

    “Will it make me flat?” Phantom asked.

    “Less than your binder, probably, but it will still leave you pretty flat, yeah.” Swiss said, going off what he knew from Rain’s own chest.

    “Do you think Rain would mind?” Phantom asked.

    “He gave you his old binder, I’m sure they wouldn’t.”

    Phantom nodded and snuggled their head further into Swiss’ chest, “Can we just cuddle for a bit longer? When do you have to go back?”

    Swiss angled for his phone and checked the schedule, “Really I should be going back in about half an hour, but I can delay until tomorrow.”

    “What? No.” Phantom moved to their elbows to look at Swiss, “You’ll get in trouble, you can’t!”

    “I don’t give a rat’s ass. You’re more important.” Swiss said, kissing the top of Phantom’s head and guiding them back down to cuddle.

    “It’ll make me feel bad.” Phantom muttered.

    “Well don’t. I’m a grown Ghoul, I can make my own decisions. And I decide to stay with my sexy little bat.”

    “I don’t feel sexy right now.” Phantom said.

    “You’re always sexy to me.”

    “Sure.” Phantom said.

     “What? You are. You’re the most sexy little thing I’ve ever seen.”

    “What about Rory?”

    “She’s pretty.”

    “Dew?”

    “He’s hot.”

    “Rain?”

    “Handsome.”

    “You really think I’m sexy with my face full of snot?” Phantom laughed slightly.

    “Like I said before, I’m the freak of this pack.” Swiss wore his trademark grin as he spoke.

    “Don’t I know it?” Phantom said, their eye-roll practically audible.

    Swiss laughed and kissed Phantom head once more before snuggling into an easy silence, each rumbling out their own purrs as they got comfy. Phantom also started making biscuits against Swiss, kneading along the plump of his tummy. It was a behaviour that never had any sexual motivation behind it for Phantom, and it certainly took some getting used to for the Ghouls when the little Bat first started doing it, but they had all come to love it because it meant Phantom felt safe and secure.

    Swiss was sure he’d fallen asleep at some point as they stayed huddled in the dark room, the food long forgotten. But at some point, the silence broke.

    “Thank you.” Phantom said.

    “For what, Bat?” Swiss asked.

    “For helping me see a bit of logic. I hate my dysphoria.”

    “You don’t have to thank me. I’ll always want to help you.” Swiss kissed Phantom’s forehead.

    They stayed cuddled for even longer until Rain knocked saying it was time for dinner, and with consent from Phantom, Swiss called Rain in and explained the binder situation. Rain preferred transtape because he could swim with it and it didn’t press against his gills like a binder did. They had rolls of it in their room, all different colours and sizes and soon had Phantom picking out a roll of purple.

    Phantom wanted Swiss to stay with them and they kept their eyes shut as they took their hoodie off, and Rain measured out strips of the tape. Swiss was whispering little reassurances the whole time of how amazing they looked, how well they were doing, how flat their chest looked as Rain fixed the strips over their tissue. Phantom felt tears pricking their eyes from the praise.

    “And done.” Rain said as they laid the last piece and threw away the backing, “Do you want to look at it or just put your hoodie back on?”

    Phantom thought about it for a minute, and slowly cracked each eye open. Rain was stood in front of them, blocking the mirror, and also was shirtless revealing his own blue tape. Rain’s chest was similar to Phantom’s, if a bit bigger so Phantom looked at Rain as an estimate for how they looked.

    “C- can I look?” Phantom asked.

    “You don’t need my permission.” Rain smiled, “I’ll move out the way on a count of three, okay? You tell me when.”

    Phantom looked to Swiss who was beaming in pride for the little Quint, “So handsome.” He muttered and Phantom blushed.

    They nodded to Rain and they counted, “1… 2… 3…”

    Phantom’s face remained neutral as they took their chest in. They could still see a bit of the shape of their tissue but they think they could manage it. Rain always looked flat under his t-shirts and so Phantom assumed they would be the same.

    “So, you can leave it on for up to three days.” Rain started explaining, “You can leave it on in the shower and everything too. When you take it off though you need to apply something to the area so the adhesive comes off and doesn’t start breaking your skin. If your skin starts getting agitated or damaged at any point, go to Aether. He’s helped me out a lot with it.”

    Phantom nodded, “W- will you help? When I have to take it off?”

    “Of course, Bug.” Rain came over and stood behind Phantom, chin on their shoulder and looking at them in the mirror. Between that and Swiss still standing nearby staring, Phantom felt themself blushing again and buried their face in their hands.

    “So handsome indeed.” Rain said, putting a small kiss to Phantom’s neck before pulling back, “You want your hoodie back on?”

    Phantom nodded and Rain helped it over their arms and head. They looked at their side profile in the mirror and smiled wide when they looked completely flat, finding they couldn’t stop running a hand over the fabric to smooth it and couldn’t tear their eyes away from their reflection.

    “Come on, Narcissus.” Swiss smiled, “I’m hungry and you’re about to become my dinner if we don’t get moving.”

    “Hey! What about me?” Rain mock-protested.

    “You’d be dessert.” Swiss assured as he held his hand out for Phantom and Rain.

    “That’s acceptable.” Rain said, placing a small kiss on Swiss’ lips before the Multi guided the three of them out to the dining room where everyone else had already started tucking in.

    After they’d finished eating Swiss and Rain got up to leave but Phantom stayed behind. Aether was on pot-washing duty tonight and Phantom saw a good opportunity.

    “Hey, Aeth, can I ask you a question about my hormones?”

    “Yeah, of course. What’s up?” He asked putting down the plate he was washing and giving Phantom his full attention.

    “Sh- should my period have stopped by now?” Phantom asked in a hushed voice.

    “Hmm, how long have you been on T now? 5 months?”

    “Yeah, 6 in a week and a half.”

    “When’s your next period due?”

    “In a few days.”

    “It should have stopped by now, probably. I can’t do anything about this month, but after it’s done come to my office. I can get you started on these sort of booster shots that should stop it, if you want?” Aether said, work voice on despite it being out-of-office hours.

    Phantom smiled and nodded, “Thank you, Aeth.”

    “Of course, it’s my job and you’re pack. Not gonna leave you out to dry. Any other issues with your T or…?”

    “Nope. All good.” Phantom smiled, giving Aether a hug before running back to Swiss’ room.    

In the embraces of the Multi and Water Ghouls, Phantom couldn’t stop purring and kneading along their bodies. The two older Ghouls made Phantom feel loved and very handsome indeed. And with some headway to solving a couple more things with their dysphoria, they smiled at maybe having a life free from that dreadful weight.

One shot master post can be found here!

[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 3 - Nesting

Mushy May is here again!!! Thank you @forlorn-crows for putting together another amazing prompt list. I'm so excited to dive into some of these. I'm doing another all-Dewther Mushy May, since I loved it so much last year!

Summary: Aether and Dew build a nest with the help of their packmates. 1943 words.

Tags: fluff, established relationship, polyghouls, mating bites, mating bond, nesting, vaguely described ghoul magic, implied sex but sfw, brief mention of a bite but no blood

Divider by @ghuleh-recs

“It has to be perfect,” Dew explains, looking up at Aether with a sincere look on his face. “Our first nest together, Aeth. Everything has to be right.”

Aether hums in agreement and leans down to plant a kiss to Dew’s forehead, right between his perfect little white horns.

By the end of their first tour together they’d become inseparable, growing even closer through Dew’s difficult elemental transition from water to fire. Eventually it became the pack’s running joke that Aether and Dew were so attached at the hip they’d basically become one singular fire-quint ghoul mashup.

It was Dew who had finally asked the question.

Aether, will you be my mate?

And of course Aether had agreed, tears streaming down his face as he swept a similarly weepy Dew off his feet and spun him around in a crushing hug.

Really nothing had truly changed. But it would be official now. And up until this point, they’d maintained two separate bedrooms in the ghoul dens, usually opting to sleep together in one or the other’s bed. Now, they decided that they were ready to combine their spaces into something that was theirs together.

And that meant building a true nest. One meant for mates. One that they would christen on their first official, for real, write-it-down-in-the-books-and-stamp-it, night together as true mates promised to each other through a ceremonial bond of blood, tender sex, and elemental magic.

Sure they’d been having sex with each other since practically day one, but soon, after marking each other with their mating bites, they’d be truly bonded in body and spirit. Linked together in ways deeper than they’d ever been before.

And for Dew, that meant everything had to be perfect. Meticulous as he was in everything he did, it came as no surprise to Aether that Dew would be just as much, if not even more particular, about the specifics of their future nuptial nest.

They’d opted to use Dew’s old room as a space to store their combined belongings, leaving Aether’s room empty and open for their new nest. Copia and the clergy had gifted them an absolutely gigantic mattress, a “Alaskan King,” their Papa had called it - a gift for two of his most loyal ghouls in celebration of their eternal bond. It had taken the better part of the day for the pack to help them drag it inside and squash it through the door frame of the bedroom. Once inside it took up nearly the whole space, covering just about the entire floor spanning wall to wall.

It was perfect.

Dew looked so pleased that Aether had to fight against every instinct inside him telling him to throw the little ghoul down on the new mattress to consummate their bond right then and there.

Instead he trailed behind Dew for the rest of the day, dutifully helping the fire ghoul carry in a veritable mountain of linens and pillows. First, a brand new sheet set, another gift from the clergy. A truly fancy set, silky soft and cool to the touch, with a matching set of six - six! Dew had exclaimed excitedly - fluffy down pillows. They’d also pooled their money together to buy a matching fluffy down comforter, soft as a cloud and big enough to cover nearly the entire gigantic mattress. Dew had wrapped himself up in it immediately, like a cute little fire ghoul burrito made of down. Aether snapped no less than a dozen pictures of Dew, snug and grinning triumphantly inside his new blanket cocoon. He’d set the best one as his phone wallpaper background immediately.

With the base of their nest set, they were ready for the next step, one that they’d been looking forward to most. An important part of the nest building ritual for two ghouls to be mated - tradition dictated that the new couple should receive a cherished, used item from each one of their packmates, as a way to incorporate the scents of their beloved pack into the nest.

Cumulus and Cirrus, as the only other mated ghouls in the abbey, arrived first. They’d brought with them a hand-crocheted blanket, one that they’d taken turns working on specifically for Aether and Dew’s mating day. They’d used the softest yarn they could find, and had slept with it pressed between them for a week to properly scent it before it was ready to be gifted. Cumulus hands it over with happy tears in her eyes and Cirrus kisses both Aether and Dew on the cheeks, congratulating them on their new life together as a bonded pair.

Mountain comes next, bringing them a well-loved body pillow, one that Mountain slept with every night tucked between his knees. Helped with his spine, he said. Dew tries to refuse, knowing that the earth ghoul has a hard time sleeping without it, but Mountain insists. Besides, he says with a brilliant smile, now he has an excuse to ask the clergy for one of those genuine (and expensive) orthopedic body pillows. Aether and Dew thank him with a swarm of kisses before he bids them goodnight.

Rain is right behind him with one of his favorite plush animals in tow. It’s an oversized whale shark plush, bright blue with white spots, with impossibly soft, minky fur. He’d gotten it from an aquarium gift shop years ago, just after he was summoned. Normally it sat on Rain’s bed, either at home at the abbey or in his bunk when they were out on the road on tour. Dew is so touched that he has to fight off the tears as he kisses Rain, muttering misty-eyed little thank you’s against the water ghoul’s plush lips. Aether takes his turn to kiss the water ghoul as well, welcoming Rain to visit their nest, and his shark plush, whenever he wants.

Sunshine knocks next, showing up to their door nearly buried in a gigantic, fuzzy blanket adorned with an oversized illustrated tiger print.

“Trust me, you guys are gonna be happy to have this in the winter!” Sunny explains. Aether tries not to laugh at the sight in front of him, with just her legs and the very tips of her horns showing from behind the mound of heavy fabric. The blanket was her favorite, picked up from a bustling street market during their last tour. Dew and Aether graciously accept, promising to add the blanket to the nest as soon as the winter rolls around.

Swiss shows up next, grinning ear to ear as he gifts Aether and Dew two of his best furs. Dew had always admired them whenever he spent a night in Swiss’ bed, loving to run his fingers though the soft fur as he lay there, spent and exhausted after a tryst with the multi-ghoul. Aether thanks him by wrapping an arm around his waist and dipping him down for a nice, long kiss on the lips, interrupted only by Dew wolf-whistling at them and kicking Aether in the seat of his pants with one of his bare feet.

“Okay, okay,” Swiss laughs, throwing his hands up in mock surrender as soon as Aether lets him go free. “You can have your man back. But I get to be the first to pay you two a visit whenever you’re ready for guests, if you know what I mean.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively before turning around with a flourish, leaving Aether and Dew alone and with full, happy hearts.

With the last of their pack gifts delivered, Dew excitedly climbs into the nest, now piled high with bedding, ready to start arranging things. But only a moment later, he’s interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Dew turns to Aether with a puzzled look on his face. Aether cracks the door open to find Copia standing there with an awkward smile on his face.

“Hello, my ghouls,” Copia greets them cheerfully, before handing Dew a small bundle of red fabric. “One more gift for you,” he explains, “for your most special night.”

Dew carefully unfolds the bundle, a small gasp escaping his lips as he recognizes the gift.

It’s Copia’s mozzetta, the short, red cape he usually wore draped over his shoulders in his cardinal robes.

“It’s not much,” Copia explains, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I hope this will work for your nest.”

Dew looks up at the former Cardinal with big eyes, tears threatening to spill at any moment. He takes the cape and carefully wraps it around one of the big down pillows, buttoning it together in the front before turning to Copia with a huge, fanged smile.

“Thank you, Papa,” Dew wraps his arms around Copia’s middle, nuzzling into the Cardinal’s - no, he was Papa now, chest. As soon as Dew pulls away, Aether tugs Copia in for a crushing hug of his own.

“Congratulations, my ghouls,” Copia says one more time, before closing the door behind him, leaving Dew and Aether alone in their nest, surrounded by their bounty of gifts bearing the comforting, safe scents of their entire pack, their Papa included.

Aether leans against the door as Dew goes back to his task of arranging everything perfectly, crawling around the nest scooting pillows here and there, bunching blankets up and spreading out the furs, fussing over the placement of everything until he is finally satisfied. Finally, he sits Rain’s whale shark plush atop the pillow wrapped with Copia’s mozzetta, before turning to Aether with a brilliant smile.

“There we go,” he says, standing and placing his hands on his hips and admiring his work. “What do you think?”

Aether studies Dew’s face for a moment, this beautiful little creature that he’d loved so intensely for so, so fucking long. He reaches for him, his perfect mate, and cradles his face in his hands before leaning in and kissing him, long and sweet, on those wonderful lips.

“It’s perfect, Dew,” Aether replies, going misty-eyed for the millionth time that day. “It’s perfect.”

Dew grins triumphantly in response.

Their final touch is to add their own old, well-worn and loved pillows, thick with the familiar scent of each other, to the center of the nest.

And with that the nest was truly ready.

Finally, at long last, Aether lays Dew down in the middle of it all, admiring the way his bare skin looks nestled into those soft blankets and fluffy pillows. Aether presses his forehead to Dew’s, inhaling the sweet, comforting scent of him. He’s never been more ready for anything in his entire life than he is now. Ready to become this ghoul’s mate, to bind himself to him for the rest of their lives.

Dew reaches up and winds his arms around the quintessence ghoul’s neck, bringing him in for another lingering kiss, growing steadily more heated with each pass of their lips until Dew is arching impatiently up into Aether’s touch.

Dew looks up at him with big, blue eyes - those same brilliant blue eyes that Aether fell in love with years ago.

Aether presses his lips to Dew’s neck, grazes his fangs to the soft skin at the juncture of Dew’s neck and shoulder.

“Ready?” he asks, muffled by the press of his lips against Dew’s skin.

Dew scrunches his eyes up and nods, tugs Aether closer and parts his legs, inviting him in.

“I love you, Aether,” Dew answers sincerely. “So fucking much.”

Aether answers him back by sinking his fangs in. Soon, Dew will do the same to him, solidifying their bond forever, there in the warm, comforting safety of their nest, in their home, surrounded by the ones they love most.

[nastylittleghouls]

Individuality is fine, as long as we all do it together

Relationship(s): Aether/Dewdrop, implied polyghouls 

Rating: Teen and up 

Words: ca. 2.5k

Summary:  The sight that greets Aether when he finally returns to the ghoul common room after a too-long shift melts his heart and momentarily drowns out his bone-deep exhaustion. The pulsing pain. It’s balm for his lonely soul. He wants it painted, framed, and hung over the fireplace. OR Two Ghouls willfully ignore their own limits in favor of others

Tags and warnings:  Nerds in love, chronically ill Ghouls, movie reference, light banter, jokes with a sexual reference

Notes: Combines the Day 3 Mushy May prompt “Massage” and the Bonus “Shut up I'm taking care of you". I'm just winging it at this point because life does not want me to catch up. Many thanks to the wonderful @forlorn-crows for bringing Mushy May back this year. Unbeta'ed

AO3 for the so-inclined First/Second Mushies

The sight that greets Aether when he finally returns to the ghoul common room after a too-long shift melts his heart and momentarily drowns out his bone-deep exhaustion. The pulsing pain.  It’s balm for his lonely soul. He wants it painted, framed, and hung over the fireplace. 

He stops rolling his tense shoulders, stops stretching his limbs to keep the burning in muscles of his body at bay, and simply stands in the door frame, taking his time to take it all in and commit it to memory. 

There’s Dew, on the brink of falling asleep. His eyelids fluttering closed, upper body tipping over just so only to snap open as his instincts shock him back awake. The process repeats itself a few moments later.  And it‘s all for Aether. Or well, because of him. As warm and fuzzy, and admittedly a little horny, as it makes him feel that Dew waits up for him and that he doesn’t have to come back to a quiet, empty den and can instead spend some precious moments with Dew, it never fails to make Aether feel guilty as well. There are just so many better, healthier, more enjoyable things he could do with his time instead of waiting for good ol’ Aether.

But that’s not all of it. What truly gets to him is how individually Dew runs his fingers through the hair of the two ghouls with their heads propped up in his lap. One side treated carefully and focused on the top, the other firm, with his fingers running deep through the strands of hair.  An adjustment to his glasses reveals Ifrit and Phantom. Conked out and slightly drooling.

The urge to join is immediate and so is the feeling of envy. Aether would be lying if he denied it, knowing how good Dew’s warm fingers felt running over his scalp and temples and how long Phantom and Ifrit were able to enjoy it while he was stuck somewhere else. How just one touch would ease his ailments so fast. But Aether won’t ask. Not when he can see how stiff the movement of Dew’s fingers still is, remembering this morning when he couldn‘t even get them to bend.

But for a moment Aether only aches for him and his touch and a cooing sound leaves him before he can stop himself.

Dew blinks sleepily in his direction at the sound before, once it falls on Aether,  his gaze turns razor-sharp, a smile lighting up his face, fangs flashing. 

It’s a hello and finally you’re back in one and the pull of it has Aether moving before he’s aware of it. 

“Look at you, taking care of the kids,” Aether quips, as he leans over the back of the couch and brushes his lips first to the back of Dew’s neck, behind his ear, and lastly on his cheek. He lingers there and closes his eyes. Just that little contact, to only breathe Dewdrop’s scent in,  feels like his quintessence is channeled back to him with renewed energy. It makes the pain from bending over that shoots down his spine and into his legs and has him freezing up for a good few seconds more than worth it.

Damn the frazzled nerves from too much quintessence use without enough breaks in between and his aging vessel. Not to mention damn himself for sitting outside with Mountain for way too long last night. Dew‘s palm rests on his cheek a second later, holding his face as if he can hear the inner monologue Aether’s hiding from him and wants to tell him it’s okay.  

Aether could fall asleep like that. He just might. Who’s going to stop him? 

“My husband, he has finally returned from war”

There’s tired laughter in Dew’s mind voice and again, that pang of guilt that sits in Aether‘s chest grows again. That Dew’s choosing to communicate this way says a lot and he presses even closer, smushing his nose into Dewdrop‘s cheek like it can stop that little black hole from growing further. 

„He has indeed. Where is his leg poppin' welcome kiss?“

„I‘ll pop something else for him,“ Dew grins, earning him a nip in the jaw but he just leans into it, so he nips at Dew again until he turns his head and rests their foreheads together. Their own little bubble.

Aether sighs dramatically, ramping up the fakeness of it all.  „Maybe I wanted to be the one doing the popping, ever thought of that? That it was my lifelong dream? Now my leg will forever be tragically unpopped.“  

Ifrit stirs before Dew can unleash his undoubtedly snarky reply to him, and they both look down as he insistently nudges Dew‘s free hand back into petting motions with his nose. Phantom, follows suit, smacks his lips, and rolls over, belly up.

 Aether and Dew share a look before a chuckle bubbles out of them. 

“Idiots tried to stay up for you with me. Failed pretty hard,” Dew explains, so much fondness in his words that it has Aether wanting to know about the undoubtedly interesting events that took place. 

„They fell asleep for a noble cause. Just have to figure out how we get them up and into bed.“ He grasps Dew’s hand, rubbing his thumbs gently over the swelling. He‘d love to use his quintessence to pull all of Dew‘s discomfort into himself but can‘t. He feels the refusal of his being to deplete his energy completely.

“Maybe…”

Mountain's head appears at the kitchen door, followed by the rest of his body after an oddly long moment, holding a jar of chocolate spread in one hand and one of peanut butter in the other. The munchies have struck again it seems.   

“I’ll help carry those fools to bed if you wanna?”

Aether opens his mouth to answer, undoubtedly about to decline the offer for some dumb reason, but the look on Dew’s face sends him a clear message. Aether needs to let Mountain help or else. Even in his tired state, it’s no less threatening. So Aether relents. Reluctantly. 

“We wanna. We definitely wanna”

Mountain gives them a thumbs up and once he has his hands free, he scoops Ifrit into his arms, while Aether does the same to Phantom. “Fresh, hot fire ghoul delivery goes where?” 

“Aether’s room. I may or may not have to keep a promise”

Aether has many questions regarding that statement, the implications giving him the heebie jeebies, but he just nods for Mountain to follow Dewdrop, making him the tail end of their little caravan. Back there, Aether can freely grind his teeth through Phantom’s added weight, through the gritty sand-like feeling in his knees, especially when the smaller ghoul starts chasing something in his sleep, ‘running’ on all fours in the air. Under any other circumstance, Aether would find that hilarious, but as it is he has half a mind to drop Phantom and make it look like an accident. 

In the end, he makes it. 

They make it. 

Aether and Mountain navigate around each other to choose a nice fur for Phantom and Ifrit to curl into each other. Mountain gets the softest of kisses for his help that has the tips of his ears blushing and him stuttering a little as he bids them goodnight.    

Dew disappears into the bathroom and Aether hears the water start running as he makes a solid attempt to rid himself of his infirmary uniform, letting out small breaths with each movement after the pain eases again. He has to pause with his undershirt halfway up his torso for so long that he decides to give up.  A part of him wishes he was alone. It would take less effort to keep his composure and not worry about inconveniencing anyone else by having to worry about him. It would also mean he would have more space to roll around and ease the strain on himself.

The other part, which is arguably much stronger,  craves contact with his pack after being among humans the whole day. 

To Dewdrop. 

He moves to his nest to position the other two properly, making sure they won‘t roll onto the floor while he and Dew get ready to join them. Both being too wriggly for their own good. A pillow here, trapping the hem of the blanket under a foot there. Smoothing his hands over their frames to remove the creasing.  He manages a kiss on Ifrit’s forehead before a tail curls around his middle and two hot hands pull him gently toward the bathroom. 

„I wasn‘t done. They….“

The little protest dies on his lips, snuffed out by the spade of Dew’s tail. His words. They‘re neither firm nor demanding, just matter of fact. 

„Nope. It’s Firefly time now“ 

And what his Firefly wants, his Firefly gets.

Fresh herbs fill his nose, prominently, lemon grass, chamomile, and rosemary and he recognizes the mixture. Aether can see the little linen bag floating in the tub, infusing the water with swirls of color. Greens and Yellows. Browns that dissolve into faint reds and pinks. 

He remembers the complimenting tincture that sits on the tiled shelf next to the bathtub and lists the ingredients of both in his mind. Epsom salt, Lavender, peppermint, sage, and thyme. Something ghoulish Mountain adds, to increase the effect of pain reduction and anti-inflammation for them.  Somehow that particular one slips his mind right now. His head filled with too many human words. He only knows that Dew loves the smell of it. Especially on either of their skin. 

Dew works on getting Aether‘s shirt off and stretches it enough to be able to pull it over his arms without the other ghoul having to move them too much. Leans in to kiss his collarbones, his pecs and tucks his face into his neck to breathe him in while he loosens Aether’s pants enough to give them and his boxers a little shove to let them pool around the tall ghoul's feet to step out of easily. 

„You don‘t have to do this“ 

Aether mirrors the gesture in a strange counterpoint to his words and drags his nose up the side of Dewdrops’s throat with a sigh, the tips of his tongue coming out to play too. Dewdrop shivers and he wishes they had the energy for more. 

„I know“

„I‘m just saying, you‘re tired. You should sleep“. 

„I don’t want to sleep“ 

With that, he runs his hands over Aether’s arms, the swollen hot joints in Dewdrop's fingers feeling like hot stones on his skin. He badly wants to sag forward into Dewdrop's embrace and get lost in his touch. He just doesn’t think he deserves it when Dewdrop’s in pain too. He should be the one helping him, he should….

Yet he sways forward just as Dewdrop’s hands slide higher and steal Aether’s glasses off of his nose, smiling oh so softly up at him. 

“I want you”

Aether has to try one more time for his own peace of mind. 

„But you‘re…“

„I haven‘t touched you all day and I am starved for it, that‘s what I am. So shut up. I’m taking care of you.”

Before Aether can react to the blatant vulnerability, Dew’s clothes join Aether‘s on the floor and he’s in the tub, making himself comfortable

He wriggles his finger at Aether when crooking it fails. „C‘mere“

It‘s clear what he wants. It‘s just one of those moments where Aether‘s too aware of his size, even after all these years. While he can work it most of the time, precise and proud, it feels impossible right now. If he slips, he might not be able to catch himself, and….He decidedly does not finish that thought, the potential outcome already looming humiliatingly at the edge of his mind. Paralyzing in its nature.

„Starlight….Stop thinking and get the fuck in“

The fond exasperation in Dewdrop’s voice makes Aether smile despite himself. He knows he‘s too deep in his head, overthinking things. Most of his positive thoughts blanketed by layers of doubts and insecurities, increased by his exhaustion. His own weakness projected on Dewdrop when he knows, he knows!, Dewdrop is far from it. 

And he really would love to be the little spoon if he’s being honest.

Carefully, Aether climbs into the tub and gingerly lowers himself between slender thighs, and instantly the heels of Dewdrop's hands press into the hardened areas on Aether’s back, nimble fingers loosening the knots and a clever tongue showering him with praises and encouragement. Peeling the dark layers back to let Dewdrop‘s light in, quieting the nasty voices in Aether’s mind.  The hot, infused water takes care of the rest. Relaxes muscles and nerves. 

He wants to sob with how loved he feels.

Aether doesn’t know when he snoozed off but wakes to Dew guiding him to lay back against his chest and starting to work on his front with one of those spiky massage balls. He feels floaty, the previous pain only an echo in his body now.  He tilts his head up, kissing along Dew’s jaw, with mumbles of „Thank you. ‘m sorry for fallin’ asleep“ and promises he’ll take care of him now until Dew can’t help but seek his lips out, shushing him effectively. 

The kiss is slow at first, lazy. It’s them catching up on what they had to miss out on during the day.  A well well-timed flick of tongue tips it over into heated and deep, small appreciative moans bouncing off of the tiles. Dew’s hands splay over Aether’s belly with a hint of claws, a touch that feels simultaneously claiming and grounding and Aether can’t help but cover them with his own and keep them there just before the kiss tapers off into a gentle slide of lips and happy purrs. Until it’s simply them breathing each other's air.  Twins of a smitten smile gracing their faces.

Then Dewdrop shifts, directing their attention to a different, but in Dewdrop’s opinion no less important matter. Aether quirks an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his lips. 

 „Guess you told me you’d pop something else for me”

When Aether cracks an eye open the next morning because he’s repeatedly jostled by something, it’s just in time to watch Ifrit and Phantom roll by like a tumbleweed in the desert. Wrestling or making out, he can’t quite tell.  In times like these, he curses having a nest as big as this. Dew yawns next to him, his lips finding Aether‘s warm, sleep-scented skin, kissing up a trail to his face. 

“Your kits are awake” Aether sighs, letting his eye fall closed again. If they notice that they're awake too it's over. Dew dares to raise his head to peer over the hem of the duvet, hums speculatively, and then burrows himself further into his spot.  

 „Before sunrise, they’re your kits.”

[dwritesit]

easier

Summary: Dewdrop feels like he is too hard to love. They love him anyways.

Tags: raindrop of course, polyghouls, hurt/comfort, self-esteem issues, implied sexual content

Inspired by The Death of Peace of Mind by kroas_adtam because the "I would have been easier to love as a water-ghoul" line literally haunts me. also i wrote this a while ago but i forgot to post it here

Read here on AO3, or under the cut!

Dewdrop has a thought - one that crosses his mind with frustrating recurrence. He tries not to entertain it, tries not to let it sink in too deep, or let the words build too heavy, but he feels it. It kicks at the back of his mind like Mountain’s foot on the drum pedal when he bites out harsh words at Cumulus who just wanted to make sure he was okay. It twists its way into his chest, thick and suffocating, when Rain’s arm is draped over his waist in the silence of his room, hot puffs of even air fanning across his cheeks. The thought pounds at his stomach like Aether’s fists on his door, begging Dew to let him in, please let me in. The thought whispers it too, lacking the plead in Aether’s voice, it demands Let Me In. 

And Dewdrop fights it. He shoves it back with a snap of quick wit when Swiss suggests he might need something soft to hold when he fucks him hard and deep, offering Dewdrop’s hand a gentle squeeze where they’re intertwined against the sheets. It punches the desire out of his gut and makes his lip curl up in disgust just before telling Swiss there’s something else you can squeeze instead. That quiets the voice, the thought, for a moment when Swiss’ large, warm hand rests against his throat. Though it pipes up again when he can feel his own pulse on the multi-ghoul’s finger tips, reminding him that his life rests in the mercy of Swiss’ careful compress. Let me in.

He ignores it again. He passes it back and forth on his knees and ankles like a hacky-sack when it threatens him. He forces his eyes open wider, willing his mind to zero back in on Aurora’s ramblings while she paints his nails. She paints them black without asking, because she knows him a bit too well, settling a bit too comfortably into Dew’s life considering how long she’d been on earth. His hand twitches in her soft grasp, itching to rip away and cut like a knife. So, he does. But it’s less of a knife and more of a worn out wooden spoon, frayed around the edges, as an excuse leaves his lips. He tries to smile through the ache in his chest when she gives him a concerned frown, and he despises the way his eyes sting as he forces out, I’m okay, just tired , before patting her head as he scoots off the stool to leave. He feels her eyes on the back of his head as he walks away. LET ME IN , the voice screams when he twists his face and refuses to cry.

And then when he’s there in his own room - not Rain’s where he fell asleep tangled up most nights, not Mountain’s soft, plush nest that never failed to make him drowsy, or Phantom’s exciting chamber filled with trinkets to occupy his mind - his room, it could sneak up on him. His room was clean, partially from his need for space to concentrate, not allowing clutter to fill his mind or his surroundings, and another in part because he really did not spend much time in it since the change. Scorch marks stained the furniture and the walls, black and smokey, that never seemed to go away no matter how he scrubbed at them (Copia offered to buy him paints to cover them, and to help him too, but Dewdrop had slammed the door shut on his Papa and curled up in the corner to stare at the marks instead). They were reminders now. Reminders of who he is, and who he will never be. He avoided his room until he couldn't anymore. Until the feelings welled up and he had nowhere else to hide. And that is where the voice would start to win.

You would have been easier to love if…

If you were soft.

If you were kind.

If you were quieter.

Calmer.

Brighter.

More thoughtful.

More giving.

If you were more and if you were less.

You would have been easier to love as a water ghoul.

The words spill over and down Dewdrop’s cheeks, wracking his body with sobs when he curls up with his back against the wall and his knees pulled to his chest. 

You do not deserve them . His pack. He does not deserve them after what he did. 

Once he was all sparkling blue skin and dark sleek hair, perky and cute and all of the things that the others cherished and desired. He still had his spark, his quick tongue, but he had smiled more - let his lovers hold him and mold him until he fit right into their mouths and bodies. He laughed loud and often, wearing his emotions like bold flowering tattoos on his skin, never letting them doubt for one moment that he loved them all. He kissed Mountain’s cheek in the morning before they sank into their routine of making breakfast together, humming as they knocked into each other with quiet giggles, and letting his stomach swoop when the earth ghoul hugged him close to his body against the counter. Now, their mornings were quieter. It was still always the two of them up before the others, dipping into a silent rhythm of making coffee and pancakes. Mountain tried humming, tried nudging at Dew with his feet, tossing him soft, sympathetic smiles that made bile rise in Dew’s throat. He watched that smile fall, fall, and fall again until Mountain did not try anymore. A sick part of Dew reveled in it, that he had shaken off the softness, like he had proved that he was not as good as Mountain claimed he was. Another smaller, muffled part of him was begging him to give in, to let Mountain wash his gentle hands over his small waist and rock back and forth in the kitchen until the pancakes were burnt on the bottom and the coffee went cold. 

You do not deserve to give in , the voice reminded him. He was not their water-ghoul anymore. He was not their sweet, loving Dewdrop. He didn’t even deserve the name, Dewdrop. 

Another sob coursed through his frame, his whole body shaking with it until it burst from his mouth all strangled and wet. He felt stupid, he felt pathetic, by letting the voice speak to him and etch its way onto his skin. 

You are not soft enough.

You are not pretty enough.

You are not smart enough, or strong enough.

You are not good enough for them. 

It choked him, clamping down on his chest and throat like he was being crushed by the depth of the sea. He lifted his hands and dug into his hair, pulling at it to feel the sting where the fibers latched onto his scalp. The cries kept coming until he was gasping and he wished so badly that he was good enough for one of his mates, all of his mates, that he could reach out and ask them to hold him, soothe him , like a young kit until he could catch his breath and snuggle into their warmth. 

He imagined how they might kiss his forehead and wipe away his tears with the pads of their thumbs, and it ached . He let his mind reach out for the ache, let it burn through his chest and bubble up his throat to turn into more cries and whimpers that tumbled out and echoed off his stupid, burnt walls. He thought about how they might say his name. Like they used to. Soft and kind, Dewdrop. Water lily. Droplet. 

Dewdrop.

Dewdrop.

"Dewdrop."

"Dewdrop!"

Dew’s head shot up, heart pounding in his chest. He felt the color drain from his body, heat replaced by chill like he was a prey who had been caught. 

"Dew, please open the door." It was Rain. 

Dew couldn’t stop the next cry that left his lips, crying for his mate. His chest kept aching, his breaths getting faster. He wished he could stand and open the door but his body was frozen on the hardwood, clutching at his head and the space above his heart. 

"Baby, please." 

Too sweet, too soft, you do not deserve this.

When he did not respond again, he heard mumbling and the rustling of keys. His heart thumped heavily. A key slid into the lock with a sleek slide, Rain rushing out a quick warning that he was coming in before turning it all the way because he was ever the gentleman even like this. Even to Dewdrop. 

Dew turned his head when the door opened, trying to fold in on himself, wishing he could flip inside out so no one could see the blotchiness of his cheeks or the way his hands shook when he moved his hair to cover his face. 

"Let me go in first," Rain said to someone behind him before Dewdrop heard the door click shut once more and soft, bare footsteps followed by the drag of a tail padded over to where he sat. 

And then there were arms around him. 

And Dewdrop cried again, harder and louder if it were even possible. Rain’s arms were sturdy where they slowly turned Dew into his body, scooping him up until he was folded around the fire ghoul's shaking form. 

"It’s okay, baby." Rain said, using the petname he reserved only for Dewdrop and only in times like these. The voice laughed, poking at Dew with a hot iron, he wouldn't hold you like this if he had known you before. If he knew how much colder you are as a fire-ghoul, if he knew how much dimmer, and saltier, and weaker you are now. 

A soft hand pulled at his mind as it laid on his cheek. He hiccupped, hating the way he leaned into Rain's touch. He took in a shaky breath, eyes beginning to stare out into the expanse as the storming sea of emotions pulled him under, trying to drown him. It was peaceful, like acceptance. That he was in fact,

Weak.

Ugly.

Wrong.

"Where are you?" Rain said, his voice the softest, most pleading whisper. To Dewdrop, it felt like a hand grasping his where he reached up towards the surface, where the light shone through the water. It threatened to pull him out into the open air and subject him to the ache and the waves again. He wanted to thrash against it, tear his hand from Rain’s strong grip and keep sinking, but Rain was strong and Dew wanted to dive into his embrace.

Rain leaned his forehead against Dewdrop’s, their horns clacking together as he pressed firmly. His tail intertwined with Dew’s. Dew could feel his mate's distress and worry tugging at his heart, the beautiful and unfortunate part of being so tightly tied to one another. It wasn't pity Rain was feeling, It was empathy. And Dew didn't know what to do with it when it washed over him, but he knew he did not want Rain to be sad. Especially not for him, so he leaned into Rain, letting him hold him and mold him to his chest. He breathed in deep, familiar petrichor filling his senses, slowing his heart rate. He let that hand pull him up, up, up until he breached the surface.

He took another deep breath that shuddered through his small body. Rain ran his other hand that was not on his face over his spine in slow sweeping motions. A few remaining tears trickled over his hot cheeks, and this time Rain’s thumb was there to catch them. Dew leaned into him further. The sea was calm, the voice was quieter. 

“What happened?” Rain asked, leaning back enough to see Dew’s face, but never letting him go. 

Dewdrop struggled to raise his head, keeping his eyes fixated on Rain’s chest where one of his hands had clutched and dug in. The shirt was torn from his claws, and he had to resist another deprecating thought.

He hiccupped around his next breath of air, trying to get the words out, but they were lodged in his throat. The voice, while quieter, still called him an attention seeker, a waste of space, undeserving of Rain’s warm gaze. 

“I-” His voice was crackly and raw. Rain asked if he needed water and Dewdrop shook his head. He feared that if he didn’t let it out now, he might never have the strength again. “It’s hard,” he started. 

What’s hard? How do I explain this? How do I explain to you that sometimes when you look at me, when the others look at me like you love me, it feels like I’m dying.

“It’s hard to let you love me.” He said, quiet. Weak. “I don’t- I don’t deserve it.”

He waited for the sting. Something that would prove the voice and the thoughts right. Flashes of the anger haunted his memories, the stupid words he spat at Rain when he was first summoned, how he stormed out of every room the water ghoul entered, resisting his kindness at every turn and corner, and how Rain kept coming back no matter what - Dew could not handle that sort of love. He needed Rain to be mad at him too, to fight back, to finally say what he has been probably thinking all these years later; that Dew was and is too hard to love, and most certainly did not deserve it.

There was no sting though.

There was only Rain pulling Dew back into his chest, stronger and firmer than before. He tucked his head into the crook between Dew’s neck and shoulder, his breath whispering on his skin and making him shiver.

" You are everything to me." Rain said. He said it with power, with force, with a sort of roundness to it that had Dew pulling back and gently tilting Rain’s head back, finally looking at his face and finding his blue eyes glistening with tears. Shining with adoration. It brought wetness back to Dew’s on eyes, and he felt his lip quiver. 

"I love you, Dewdrop." Rain said, and again "You are everything. I know it's hard, I know. Let me do this- let us do this with you." 

Dew sniffled, "I don't know how."

"We will figure it out together. Oh," He brushed a strand of gold hair behind Dewdrop's ear, his lips upturned in a small smile, "You are pretty even when you cry, sweetheart." 

Dewdrop scoffed, but couldn't help his own smile. 

Rain’s hand rested on his cheek again, and this time Dew was unashamed in the way he soaked up his warmth, closing his eyes and kissing his palm.

"Will you let us in? Let us see you like this." Rain asked. Dew nodded into his hand, biting his lip. Rain pressed a lingering kiss to his head, his horns, his cheeks, to his nose and chin, and then to his lips. "Let us love you." 

"Okay."

[mintea-in-space]

Have 800 words of angst, just because

Dewdrop/Aether/Copia ahoy, implied polyghouls

A Kiss Goodbye: Copia and Dewdrop say goodbye as they step in the tour bus, this time leaving Aether behind

Copia watches as his ghouls load their things onto the bus. There’s a tension in the air you could cut through with a knife, an aura of agitation and expectation hovering like smoke. He sighs as he watches Aether putter all over the place, carrying bags and loading equipment. The Papa allows himself to enjoy the way his arms flex for just a moment as he lifts a large amp like it’s nothing and hoists it over his shoulder. But before long there’s nothing left to do. Dewdrop had slunk up to hover at Copia’s side, and Copia silently takes his hand. He knows the two of them will likely end up pressed together in the bus, the tiny ghoul is shaking even as he tries not to.

Aether gets swept up in a group hug, each of them taking the chance to press a kiss to Aether’s cheek before climbing on board. Copia feels a lump form in his throat, his own hands beginning to shake. He was never good at this part, never good at leaving. Mountain is the last to throw his arms around Aether’s neck, and Copia hates how he can see the earth ghoul’s shoulders shaking. Aether comfortingly rubs his back, whispering into Mountain’s ear. And then the two of them part and Aether is turning to them. Copia’s lower lip wobbles. He isn’t ready for this, when they had first made the decision together it had seemed logical, Aether was tired and struggling to keep up with things on stage, and really tour had been so far away then. But now that it’s here Copia desperately wishes he had more time.

Dewdrop throws himself at Aether first, and Copia lets him. Aether is his mate after all, and the human can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like being so far away. The two of them whisper to each other and Copia’s heart breaks when he hears Dewdrop choking back sobs. Aether just runs a hand through Dewdrop’s hair, kissing the top of his head between his horns. When they pull apart Aether’s eyes are watery, smile pained. One last kiss is pressed to his lips, and Copia’s vision blurs as those violet eyes finally meet his.

Copia falls into his arms the second they’re offered to him, tucking his face in Aether’s neck. He wants to memorize his scent, patchouli and chamomile, memorize the feeling of his arms around him, sturdy and safe. He’s crying before he can even try to stop himself. Aether’s comforting purrs rumble in his ears, and all Copia can do is cry harder. “It’s okay, Papa. You won’t be gone forever.” Aether rumbles. “I’ll be right here when you get back. You’ll have so much fun you’ll forget to even miss me.”

Copia chokes out a laugh. How could I ever forget about you? He wants to scream. Not a day will go by that I won’t miss you. Instead what comes out is a pathetic “I don’t wanna.”

Aether laughs and Copia’s heart soars before dropping back into his boots. He hates that he won’t get to hear it every day, that he won’t get to cause it every day. “I know you don’t, moonbeam. But you can call me after every ritual if you want, tell me about your day. I’ll be with you, Copia.”

The Papa pulls back to look Aether in the face, tears streaming down his cheeks and lips pinched as he attempts to keep himself together. Aether reaches up to cup his face and Copia leans into it, a gloved hand reaching up hold it close as he presses a kiss to the palm. “I know you will, I just-“ He sighs. “It just won’t be the same.” Aether opens his mouth to answer, interrupted by one of the stage managers calling them to get on the bus. “I love you.” Copia whispers, a million words still left unsaid swirling around in his mind.

Just before Dewdrop takes his hand to pull him away, Aether leans down to kiss him, long and slow and sweet. “I know, I love you too, Copia.” The words are whispered against his lips, and the man tangles a hand in Aether’s hair to pull him back into another one. Dewdrop pulls him away and Copia touches him for as long as he can before their fingers slip away from one another, those few seconds feeling like an eternity. Copia boards the bus in a daze and drops into a seat, Dewdrop instantly curling against his side. He catches Aether’s gaze through the window, watches as he waves them goodbye. He watches until the bus pulls out of the drive and Aether disappears, and he can’t help but feel like a piece of him disappears with him.

[library-ghoulette]

Together As One

Pairing: Cirrus x Cumulus x reader, implied Papa Emeritus IV x everyone

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, MINORS DNI

Tags: second person POV, ghoulette!reader, trans woman Cirrus, angst, ghoul summoning as weird childbirth metaphor, emotional neglect, rejection, guilt, Dewdrop being an asshole, mommy issues, polyghouls, nightmares, hurt/comfort, threesome, cunnilingus, description of past vaginal sex

Words: 1873

Summary: Rejected by Papa and plagued by nightmares, a newly-summoned ghoulette knows comfort in only one place: the arms of Cirrus and Cumulus.

A/N: Be warned that one has more angst and kinkier dynamics than the other fics I've posted so far. All characters are consenting adults. Newly-summoned does not equal child. Very light mommy domme element and use of diminutive terms of endearment. Don't like, don't read!

I apologize in advance for the last sentence of the first section.

ao3 link

divider by @gothdaddyissues

Your summoning was a hard one. Your memories of it are hazy, scattered, little more than disjointed images—sweaty faces, burning candles, flashes of light—a horrible sensation of tearing, of upward motion, of confinement. And the hideous cacophony of overlapping screams: yours, and those of the human the others would tell you was called Papa. Your Papa.

But you don’t need clear memories to know that it was hard, far worse than the norm, worse than the summonings of your fellow ghouls. You hear what people say when they either don’t know or don’t care that you are listening.

The whispers about how long it had taken, how Papa chanted and toiled for hours unending, checking and rechecking the intricate circle he had inscribed on the chapel floor and finding no mistakes. 

And yet, you refused to come. Everyone had thought it better to give up, but he steadfastly continued the ritual. And then, when you finally relented, when you appeared naked and trembling within the circle, Papa had collapsed. For three days he had remained unconscious in the infirmary. When people describe it, they use odd human phrases that you don’t quite understand, things like touch and go.

Dewdrop put it more plainly: You had nearly killed him. That’s what he snarled at you when you got in his way one too many times and his patience snapped like a guitar string wound too tightly.

“Papa almost died. And for what? A useless ghoul with no powers? A spare who’s always in the way? Hardly fit to step in if something happens to one of us who actually matters–”

Cirrus intervened then, sliding her strong, lithe body in between you and Dewdrop, shielding you from the older ghoul’s bared fangs and from the hellfire dancing in his eyes and curling dangerously from his clawed fingertips. But you didn’t catch what she said to him, because as soon as you were able, you turned and fled from the den.

When Cumulus found you later–hiding away to cry in a secluded alcove in the depths of the basement–she took you into her arms and tucked you against her side, your face buried in her soft curls that smelled fresh like mist on a cool day, and her kind voice reassured you, “Don’t listen to Dew. He didn’t mean it. He just… He gets territorial about Papa, sometimes.”

But you know that Dewdrop meant every furious word, and worse, that he was right.

You don’t fit in with your fellow ghouls, always the last to get Swiss’s jokes, completely beneath Mountain’s notice, forever the target of Dew’s ire. You don’t share the easy bond that all of them have with one another. The rest of the pack seem able to communicate without even speaking, leaving you forever on the outside, wondering what you missed and why you’re so different.

And just as you took longer than anyone else to appear at your summoning, weeks have passed without your powers manifesting. You aren’t fearsome, or talented, or smart, or charming like the others. Called into service, but unfit for any save the most mundane tasks.

Not that Papa even wants you near enough to serve him. Every time he visits the ghoul den, you watch as he exchanges easy affection with the others. Laughter. Hugs. They draw near to him unselfconsciously, nuzzling him, running their hands over his body with practiced familiarity. You see how he blooms beneath their caresses, how he readily returns their affections. 

You long for that, for those easy touches, for the easy love that he exchanges with them so freely. But if ever his eyes fall upon you, they reflect nothing but discomfort and unease, and they quickly slide away as he flees your presence, retreating from the common room into one of the bedchambers with one or more of the other ghouls. 

Worthless, unwanted.

You nearly killed him.

And he will never, ever love you.

You wake in the middle of the night, heartbeat pounding in your ears, limbs thrashing and doused in a cold, clammy sweat. For a moment you don’t know where you are, but then you feel Cirrus’s strong arms wrapping around you from behind and you remember. 

You’re where you’ve spent every night since that horrible first one, when Cumulus and Cirrus had each taken you by the arm and helped you to stand on unsteady legs, leading you from the ritual circle that stank of incense and blood and fear. When they had spoken comforting words as they bathed you, gently washing the soot and grime from your tender, unfamiliar flesh. And when they had held you between them as you wept to find yourself in this terrifying new world, not letting you go even after you had fallen at last into a fitful slumber. You’re in the only place you know that you belong: nestled between the two of them in their huge bed that smells like home.

“Another nightmare, imp?” Cumulus whispers, her eyes shining at you in the dark.

You nod wordlessly, unable to speak as you so often are in these situations.

“A bad one?” 

Again you nod, and whimper at the memory of it: Papa’s face contorted with anger and hatred, his harsh words, and the shame of being banished, too wretched even to return to the pit. 

“Poor thing.” She cups your face in her hand, and leans forward, kissing away the tears you’re barely aware of shedding until her plush lips press against your cheek.

Cirrus, awake now at the sound of Cumulus’s voice, stirs behind you. “Nightmare?” she asks, and the other ghoulette meets her gaze over your head and nods. 

Cirrus’s breath skims the pointed shell of your ear, raising a pleasant shiver when she asks, “Do you want us to help you forget?”

You know that you have to speak to get what you want–how many times have you heard them urge, “Use your words, little one?”--so you muster the strength to say, albeit in your tiniest voice, “Yes, please.”

“Don’t worry.” Cirrus presses her lips against your neck, the kind of kiss where you can feel the edge of her fangs just enough to be reminded that she will never use them on you in a way that you don’t want. “We’ll take care of you.”

Your body is still wrung out from the nightmare, your limbs loose and weak with sleepiness, but the two other ghoulettes help you to sit up. 

Cumulus slides behind you on the bed so that you can lean back against her, her ample thighs spread on either side of your hips, her bare skin soothing against your own. She holds you in her arms, back pressed against her breasts, and because it is your habit to sleep naked, you can feel the warmth of her sex against your lower back.

Cirrus moves down the bed in front of you, running her fingers along your shins and up to your knees as she gently parts your legs, just enough to allow her to kneel between them. She is magnificent, from the sweeping curve of her horns to the muscular tail that fervently whips the air behind her, and every elegant curve in between. 

She regards you with her huge, dark eyes and softly asks, “Do you want my mouth or my cock tonight?”

You’ve had both before. You know how wonderful it is to take her cock, how safe and cherished and owned you feel when she holds you close and spills herself deep inside of you. But tonight…

“Your mouth? Please?”

“So polite,” Cumulus coos from behind you, and slips her hand down your belly, toward your aching cunt. 

Her fingers dip down, parting your folds. You gasp as the cool air hits the wet heat of your arousal, and again as Cumulus teases the hard little bud of your clit with her fingertip.

“Yes,” Cirrus agrees, as she lowers herself onto the bed, nudging your thighs apart. “Always such a good girl.”

Her words skim a breath against your cunt, and you writhe at the ghost of contact. Already the nightmare’s grip is loosening, the guilt and anxiety it conjured replaced by your growing need.

Cumulus keeps her hand in place, index and middle finger resting along either side of your clit, and holds you open for Cirrus to inspect. Keeping your folds parted as Cirrus unfurls her long, forked tongue and licks a line up your center.

You hold Cirrus’s gaze for as long as you can before surrendering, letting your eyelids fall closed, your head dropping back against Cumulus’s shoulder. She murmurs endearments to you as Cirrus works down below, and she brings her free hand up to cup your breast, testing its heft before rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

You arch your back in response, the involuntary motion pulling you away from Cirrus’s mouth. She loops her arms around your thighs, holding you firmly in place, and presses her questing tongue into your entrance.

You feel your inner muscles clench around the intrusion, no less intense than the first time she and Cumulus taught you about pleasure. About the pleasures of corporeality, all the strange and beautiful things that your new body can experience, as unfamiliar and clunky as it sometimes seems to you, so imperfect in comparison to the free-flowing consciousness of before.

You know nothing else that comes as close to feeling like before than these moments, when they take you in their arms together and touch you and touch you and touch you, drowning you in attention and love, until the very boundaries between your bodies seem to blur. These moments when they are your sisters and your lovers and your mothers all at once, your earth and your sea and your sky, your sun and your moon and all the blazing stars in between.

“That’s it,” you hear Cumulus say, as your belly clenches, every muscle in your body tightening in anticipation of release. “Can you come for us, our darling?”

You’re already so close, teetering right on the edge even before Cirrus withdraws her tongue and slides it up to your clit, enfolding your nub between the impossibly dexterous twin tips that squeeze and flick and–

You come undone, the orgasm tearing through you, obliterating thought, reducing you to waves of desperate, transcendent ecstasy. When you come back to yourself, you realize that you are holding tightly to both of them, that in the throes of your climax, when you were lost to yourself, they had each taken one of your hands. Grounding you. Tethering you to them.

“Is that better?” Cirrus asks, cheek pillowed against your thigh.

You try to say yes, to thank them, to ask if there is anything that you can do to demonstrate your love and your gratitude to them. But what comes out is a deep, and pleasantly exhausted, yawn.

Both of your lovers giggle fondly, kissing the blush even deeper into your cheeks as they tuck you back under the covers, back in between them, where no nightmare can intrude for long, and where nothing can harm you. 

Where you want to stay, forever.

[arcaneacolyte]

Mesermize - Kinktober Day 2 (Quintosis)

Summary: Terzo has heard mention from his other ghouls that Omega’s power over Quintessence is so strong that he can take control of your mind and body if he wanted to. And while Omega has relented to curing a few aches and pains sustained by Papa during this tour, the curiosity that springs in his mind refuses to leave him alone.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Omega/Terzo

Words: 3,402

Contains: Hypnosis, Quintessence as Hypnosis, Mind and Body Control, Orgasm Control, Forced Orgasm, Hands Free Orgasm, Sex Magic, Dirty Talk, Implied Polyghouls, Mildly Dubious Consent (because of Quintosis, but both parties are enthusiastically consenting), Light Humiliation/Degradation, Light Dumbification.

Omega’s own mouth quirks at the sound, but he doesn’t dignify his Papa with a response until the Ghoul is close enough that their legs are touching one another. “Word around the pack is that you’re….interested…..in what my magic has to offer.”

Terzo curses Alpha and Zephyr and both of them again for good measure as he stares up at his rhythm guitarist, who tilts his head expectantly. He swallows again, and resists the urge to wring his gloves hands together. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

“Can you really use your Quintessence as mind control?”

It’s a rather simple definition, considering the breadth and width of exactly what Omega could do to a fragile human mind and body, but he nods his assent, still towering over the little human, staring up at him with already blown pupils. Omega tweaks the reigns of the bits of Quintessence that he’s already allowed to leak out, watching as the little fog leaves Terzo’s eyes long enough for him to focus. 

“In layman's terms, Papa…..yes.” Omega replies simply, before shifting to settle down next to his Papa on the couch. Even like this, he towers over the little human. “And more….”

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Of course it’s Alpha who first puts the idea in his head. Terzo had made an innocent comment about Omega’s Quintessence abilities after the guitarist had removed a splitting headache that had been nagging him for days, and Alpha had snickered in that way of his that always meant trouble—

“He could make you stupid out of your mind with pleasure with just a few well placed tendrils of the stuff and a couple of words. Headaches are child’s play …”

And isn’t that an interesting thought that Terzo didn’t take seriously in any way, shape, or form and absolutely didn’t have him rock hard and tugging himself to orgasm stupidly fast when he thought everyone had finally gone to sleep on the bus later that night.

It couldn't be true, right? It was just Alpha trying to rile up mischief due to boredom again. He did it all the time, being a fire ghoul trapped in a metal box in extremely close proximity with his pack for sometimes the span of six whole months. He just liked to make trouble. 

It got worse when Zephyr all but confirmed it. 

Despite their Dark Lord’s gift of life, Zephyr was plagued by chronic pains that seemed almost human, and they usually had sessions at least once a week where Omega would apparently give them a ‘tune up’. As if reaching into one’s corporeal form and rearranging nerves and pain receptors as much as they could to relieve built up stress and pain could be described in the same way one would ‘tune up’ a guitar before a performance.

Never mind that Omega and the rest of their pack—including Terzo when he noticed a particularly bad pain day for the Air Ghoul one Ritual when the air was colder than expected—told Zephyr that if the pain got truly too horrible to stand that they didn’t have to power through, but they always waved them off, claiming that it was their Dark Lord’s will for some to suffer more than others in their service. 

“It’s like for those blissful moments that his magic is inside you—“ Terzo noticed the twinkle in the Air Ghoul’s eye as they answered his completely non discreet question about what Omega’s Quintessence felt like during their ‘sessions’. “—nothing else matters but what he’s saying, what he’s doing. Your senses are completely engulfed in him, and everything else pales in comparison.”

He shamefully tugged himself off again the same night he learned this too.

Surely they were messing with him. Surely they could smell the stupid desperation on him when he not so slyly asked the rest of the pack—sans Omega, he couldn’t ask him of course—what Omega’s Quintessence could do .

It caught up with him, as things he hyperfixates on are wont to do. Unfortunately, in a life of Satanic hedonism, Terzo was not one to be subtle when it came to something that caught his sometimes tenuous interest.

Also unfortunately, he liked Omega too much and in a way that made his heart clench funny when he thought about it too deeply. He wasn’t going to bring this up to the Quintessence Ghoul himself. He was just going to keep talking to the others in the pack and fantasize about it until he pulled his dick raw.

Omega—thankfully in hindsight—deemed that two weeks of this shenaniganary was enough to see whether Terzo was going to get over it and move on, or if he was still going to be balls deep in the fantasy of using his Quintessence on him.

Once it was deemed that the latter was more likely the case than the former, he brought it up to Terzo himself. Of course he did, he wasn’t oblivious to the new exciting thing to play with among the rest of his pack: Terzo’s very clear and obvious sexual interest in his Quintessence.

“Papa…” Omega’s deep voice somehow cuts through every noise to get Terzo’s attention as they leave the stage after their encore, the sound of the crowd still roaring for them igniting the blood in Terzo’s veins. Rituals always made them keyed up, Terzo as well, and he turned to Omega with bright mis-matched eyes and a crooked smile.

“Omega! Il mio bel demone! ” He says, reaching up to clap the Quintessence Ghoul on the shoulder. “Wonderful Ritual, mio amico !”

Omega smiles behind his mask, and easily reaches down to place a hand gently across the human’s back, enjoying the scent spike of sudden interest pouring off of Terzo in obvious waves. He would roll his eyes and shake his head fondly were Terzo not looking directly at him now, those mis-matched eyes zeroed in. “Follow me, Papa?” He asks, not unkindly, and Terzo nods at him a little dumbly after taking a moment to glance around at the other Ghouls in the most stupidly obvious manner. Omega can’t help a fond smile. Oh, little Terzo…..

He guides the Dark Pope in a different direction than their peers backstage, and Omega feels the looks and smug smiles thrown their way as they branch off by themselves. He can almost feel the unspoken questions across their pack bond. “Going to finally give him what he’s been too chicken shit to ask for?” "Don't break him, Omega~"

There are places secure enough in the venue to do this where the aftermath might be a little bit uncomfortable for Terzo, but damn Omega twice as he leads him to the green room, figuring the couch there would be better suited for his plans for Terzo. He’s not too proud a Ghoul to say he has a soft spot for the little human.

Perhaps more than a soft spot, but that’s not for him to ruminate on now.

The Anti-Pope had been silent for long moments during their journey, but as Omega opens the door and brings them into the green room, his famous silver tongue finally seems to catch up with him. “Omega, Che cos'è?”

“Have a seat, Papa,” Omega replies casually, using a small push to nudge the Dark Pope off in his desired direction. He shuts the door to the green room behind him, and locks the door.

Oh, Satan . The sound of the lock echoes in Terzo’s ears and he looks over his shoulder at Omega as he stops halfway on his journey to the couch. “Omega?” He asks warily of the Ghoul, a sudden spike of fear ratcheting up his heart rate.

Well, not exactly fear , but….. anticipation ? Good or bad, Terzo didn’t know.

“Please sit, Papa….” Omega gently prods, keeping his eyes carefully off of the human, but allowing just a little bit of Quintessence suggestion trickle out into the atmosphere of the room. Physically he busies himself with removing his mask and setting it carefully down on the vanity near the door. 

Oh, Lucifer’s black beach , Terzo had forgotten how handsome Omega was. He reaches the couch and sits without really realizing he’s gotten there until he is, and something in the air makes his infernal eye twitch and the air feel heavy. His heart still jackrabbits in his chest, but he watches Omega’s open and careful movements, waiting for whatever it is Omega has planned. He can’t help the shameful kick of his cock at the idea of being at Omega’s mercy.

Those lavender eyes flick up and lock onto Terzo’s with laser-like accuracy.

Terzo swallows roughly and he throbs in his slacks.

He’s screwed, he’s so fucking screwed.

“I heard an interesting rumor, Papa….” Omega keeps his voice low, calm, his tone curious with only a hint of accusation in it.

The Papa in question swallows roughly, unable to keep his eyes away from Omega’s. The heavy feeling in the air as the Quintessence Ghoul stalks forward causes a fog to start its descent on his mind. And stalking really is what it should be called, Omega’s large form carefully approaching, but with an air of a predator. He’s got Terzo right where he wants him, and all the little human can do is squish himself further against the back of the couch and hope for the best. “O-oh?” His voice cracks and Terzo can feel the heat of his blush under his paint.

Omega’s own mouth quirks at the sound, but he doesn’t dignify his Papa with a response until the Ghoul is close enough that their legs are touching one another. “Word around the pack is that you’re….interested…..in what my magic has to offer.”

Terzo curses Alpha and Zephyr and then both of them again for good measure as he stares up at his rhythm guitarist, who tilts his head expectantly. He swallows again, and resists the urge to wring his gloves hands together. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

“Can you really use your Quintessence as mind control?”

It’s a rather simple definition, considering the breadth and width of exactly what Omega could do to a fragile human mind and body, but he nods his assent, still towering over the little human who stares up at him with already blown pupils. Omega tweaks the reigns of the bits of Quintessence that he’s already allowed to leak out, watching as the little fog leaves Terzo’s eyes long enough for him to focus.  It’s delicious.

“In layman's terms, Papa…..yes.” Omega replies simply, before shifting to settle down next to his Papa on the couch. Even like this, he towers over the little human. “And more….”

Those somehow innocent eyes brighten at the notion Omega puts forward, and hedonist that he is, Terzo jumps into it without any interest in self preservation. “More?” he asks, voice cracking slightly as he seems to come to the realization that he probably shouldn’t sound so excited at that prospect.

Omega’s smile spreads further across his face, however, open and inviting despite how predatory is still seems. The Ghoul reaches a grey clawed hand so much bigger than Terzo’s own to reach and trace a talon so delicately down the human’s cheek. “Oh Papa…..what I could show you and make you do would surely turn you mad with pleasure….”

Terzo’s cock is already pressed hard against his zipper. Oh finally, finally , after fantasizing about this for every single free moment his brain has had since he learned about it, Omega was going to show him exactly what he could do to with his Quintessence. “ Per favore ,” he whines, reaching a gloved hand to grip the Ghoul’s wrist like it were his only lifeline. “Omega, per favore! ”

Omega pets at the human’s hair with his free hand, before pressing in with just the lightest bits of Quintessence, allowing the human to relax for just a moment and focus. “Are you sure, Papa?”

“So sure!” Terzo immediately answers, and Omega chuckles. Oh, his Papa.

“Will you put yourself in my hands to take care of….to pleasure?” Omega mutters, gently twining the magical flow enough to make Terzo’s erection kick sharply in his slacks, making the anti-pope’s hips buck at the motion. 

The human swallows thickly. “Yes.”

“To torture? ” Omega can’t help but ask.

The gurgle out of Terzo’s mouth shouldn’t be as attractively as it is. “ Per favore~ ”

“If I feel you stop enjoying it I will pull away….” Omega states solidly, brooking no argument.

And sweet little Terzo just shakes his head minutely. “You could do whatever you want to me, mio demone. ”

Omega growls low in his Papa’s ear. “Be careful what you wish for.”

The next thing Terzo is aware of is that his limbs and eyelids are starting to get heavy, and his outer focus is shrinking rapidly, until the only thing that he can concentrate on is the white hot pleasure that’s throbbing in his cock. The human tries to reach to grip at himself, or buck to release some modicum of pressure that’s pulsating through his veins, but he finds that he can do neither, and can only stare at how his erection kicks underneath the zipper of his slacks.

“So easy for me,” Omega purrs, gently petting at Terzo’s hair again. That must be where he’s releasing his Quintessence, Terzo thinks for one solid cognizant moment. But then it’s replaced with a quickly descending fog and his thoughts slow down to where the only things in his head are Omega’s name and how desperately he needs to come.

“‘Mega~” he whines, his mouth feeling thick and useless at forming words. The Ghoul hears him easily though, and he chuckles again in Terzo’s ear.

“Doesn’t that feel nice? The way I’m tugging at your cock?”

The Dark Pope is confused for a few long seconds. Omega isn’t touching his cock. The only thing Omega is touching is—

And then it hits him, a distinct and familiar feeling of a large, hot hand tugging sharply at his cock, wringing pleasure out of him so fiercely that Terzo keens out a sharp moan.

However it doesn’t make any sense. He clearly feels a hand jacking off his cock, but his eyes only see his erection frantically twitching in his slacks. When the realization hits him, he almost feels like he’s cumming already.

“Oh, there it is…….your slow little brain finally caught up with us, didn’t it?” Omega teases, curling a loose lock of hair back behind his Papa’s ear. “But that’s alright, you can’t help it….I made you this way, after all.”

Satan lives this is so far beyond Terzo’s hopes and dreams and fantasies that his mind can hardly keep up. This is what Zephyr meant that when Omega had his Quintessence in you, all you cared about was what he was saying, what he was doing, and everything else pales in comparison.

The ecstasy at this revelation makes Omega purr against his temple, listening to Terzo whine and moan and watching his hips twitch in an effort to thrust uselessly against Omega’s control. Oh, sweet Papa.

“Lets get this cock out so I can make it a mess, shall we?” Omega says suddenly. Or is it? Terzo can’t tell, but he doesn’t quite care for more than a moment when he sees Omega reaching and freeing Terzo’s flushed, sticky erection from his equally sticky slacks and underwear. “Leaking for me, Papa?”

Terzo would throw his head back if he could. “Omegaaa~” he whines instead.

The large Ghoul simply shushes him gently, and continues with his steady flow and tweaking of Quintessence. Less here, more here, arranged differently here. Twitching, twining, tinkering, guiding, showing Terzo a mere fraction of what he can really do. He wonders if reminding the little human of that fact would send him over the edge.

“Doesn’t my power feel good, Papa?”

“ Yeah ,” Terzo whines stupidly, drunk on Quintessence and staring at his twitching, dripping cock jutting out of his slacks. He still feels that tight squeezing pleasure of a hand doing its best to rip his orgasm out of him, and he’d be frustrated that he can’t buck into it if his mind could comprehend anything more than, ‘Good, Omega, pleasure, Omega, gonna cum, pleasure, Omega ’.

He whines for his Ghoul again, and Omega hushes him. “This is just a taste, Papa……there is so much more I could do to you…”

“P-per favore~” Terzo’s throat clicks as he swallows thickly through the word, and whines sharply as the telltale signs of orgasm start to brew deep within his core. 

Oh , he suddenly realizes. Omega is going to make me cum without actually touching me at all.

And what a wonderful thought that is, that lasts only mere seconds before Omega carefully takes it away. “I want you to cum, s̶̯͇̣̈̀̊͝ͅn̸̺̣̻̂̎̑ļ̴̄̋̆̆͝ͅń̴̜̤̠̮̠͗ʌ̶̻̱͔̈́̂ͅɹ̶̳͚͕̩͖̌͌̓͝͝ɐ̴̞̜͇̂͌d̶̫̳͖̑̌̋.” Omega purrs lowly in Terzo’s ear, unable to keep the arousal out of his voice anymore. Seeing his Papa like this, pleasureful and at the mercy of his whims? The Quintessence ghoul shivers and can’t help but send another greedy tendril of magic down his Papa’s spine.

The Dark Pope’s moans and whines are frantic now, as is his begging. He doesn’t even realize he’s speaking or for how long until it registers that one of the sounds that he’s been hearing as he’s staring at his jerking cock is Omega’s name tumbling slurred from his lips. He could be drooling for all he knows, but doesn’t care. All that matters now is that Omega is going to make him cum. “G’a—cum~” Terzo helpfully supplies, 

“That’s right,” Omega praises softly. “You are…..”

He waits another selfish thirty seconds before he tweaks one final pulse of magic right against the pleasure centers of Terzo’s mind, flooding it and watching the aftermath with greedy, predatory arousal.

He allows Terzo’s body to jackknife and tremble, body out of control as he experiences his mind numbing orgasm. Omega moans at the feedback pleasure through the bond and through his magic, purring deeply as he watches Terzo fall apart.

As for Terzo, all thoughts completely stopped the moment Omega allowed him to cum. He’s heard of blacking out while orgasming, but he is entirely aware of the sensations going throughout his body, even if at the current moment he can’t name any of them. Pleasure so white hot it's almost cold rocks through the entirety of his body, leaving his mind and his fingers tingling as he bucks and wails over, and over and over. It’s so strange, but the pleasure almost has a name, and he whines sharper when he realizes that name is Omega. For one solid eternal and yet somehow flashing second, he is truly enveloped by Omega and his magic, and it’s the most pleasurable thing that he’s ever felt in his life. Time stops, everything stops, and all that is left behind is pleasure and Omega.

He doesn’t know how long it takes to get back to himself, but when he does, he looks up at Omega, eyes somehow unfocused and not at the same time. It takes another long moment for him to regain physical feeling, and somehow he feels spent yet still keyed up, a wild mix of satisfaction and residual desire. Forgetting, he tries to reach up to pet at Omega’s shoulder and perhaps his face, but silly him, his arm doesn’t move. He settles for wiggling his body as much as he can, which isn’t much. “ Grazie, ” he slurs. “W’s so good….”

Omega chuckles, and leans down to mutter lowly in Terzo’s ear. “What are you talking about, s̶̯͇̣̈̀̊͝ͅn̸̺̣̻̂̎̑ļ̴̄̋̆̆͝ͅń̴̜̤̠̮̠͗ʌ̶̻̱͔̈́̂ͅɹ̶̳͚͕̩͖̌͌̓͝͝ɐ̴̞̜͇̂͌d̶̫̳͖̑̌̋?” His finger traces up the human’s arm with a featherlight touch, but it feels like sparks anyway. It zips up his arm then down through his chest, and Terzo follows the sensation with his eyes as best he can. The motion is still slow and foggy, but it’s almost as if he can see the Quintessence move, thrumming through his veins until it settles in the depths of his groin and makes his hard cock kick sharply and leave a string of precum against his dress shirt.

No, that can’t be right, he came already. He came so long and hard there’s no doubt that it happened! But no, his cock stands hard and true, flushed a deep red and dripping like a goddamn faucet. A panicky slurred whine leaves his lips, and Omega’s chuckle this time is quite a bit darker. 

The only reason that Terzo can rock his head to a more upward angle to look at Omega is because the Quintessence Ghoul allows it to be so. His smile is full of sharp fangs and sharper intentions. Papa lets out a confused whine this time, and the large Ghoul can’t help but coo softly at him, like he’s just figuring out something so simple. His cock blurts another sticky pearl of cum down its shaft. 

“Oh, little Terzo…..” Omega says, low, dangerous, and so sexy that Terzo is helpless against the crashing wave of pleasurable Quintessence his Ghoul sends his way. He keens and tries to buck his hips but he still can’t , and Omega above him goes weirdly double as his eyes cross in pleasure. 

“O-omega?” Terzo asks, voice wobbling with the tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. 

“I’m far from done with you…” Omega finishes, and Terzo’s resounding scream as another orgasm crashes through him can be heard clear as a bell from outside the green room.

He’s so, so incredibly fucked.

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

wtf is a mspec lesbian and mogai??? 😂 and whats kin? whats wrong with tagging a fictional person as #me

this website i swear 😂:

https://www.tumblr.com/lgbtqa-pride-icons/653338389960097792/bisexual-demigirl-madotsuki-icons-for-anon-mod?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/polyghoul/641193391217131520/lesbian-rpg-maker-horror-game-icons-please?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/vawentinez/653989210875969537/trans-madotsuki-icons-please-dont-tag-as?source=share

and can these freaks at least stop making trans head-canons about child characters. do they really gotta imagine that their fave underage character has a wrong set of genitals to validate themselves?? bunch of pedo freaks. all they think about is childrens genitals

(not to mention that madotsuki is implied to have a uterus because there were uterus monsters in her dreams. only someone with a uterus is scared of it because it makes them vulnerable. meanwhile TIMs are jerking off at the idea of it. and arent they usually faking having periods too? its hilarious to see these losers make TIM head-canons about such a female coded character Imao)

losers cant like a canon female character unless they imagine her as secretly a male with a dick. even minors arent spared 🤦

I don't think anyone with a trans child headcannon is thinking about that kid's genitals... I really don't think that's an angle we should be pushing. And there are kids who identify as trans so it's not like they're making stuff up.

I do think that the amount of female characters headcannoned as male is very disheartening. Women can be interesting without being bio males.

As for mspec and mogai, idk. Those definitions come and go in my life, and rn they're in their "go stage" (I hope it stays like that).

Kin is imagining you are/were the character or something like that. Some people get offended over "duplicates" aka, other people headcannoning that they, too, were/are the character. This leads to people being like "don't tag this as #me!!! I'm the only one allowed to kin this person"

[ashthewaterghoul]

Perfect - A Swiss Ghoul One Shot

He was staring at his partial-element, when he heard the wind die down completely for a serene few moments where the noise of the gale was replaced by another, much higher pitched shriek. Swiss was almost not sure he heard it. But he felt something. That cloud of anxiety had lifted for a halting moment when it happened. It was a call in so many different ways. He got up and quickly yanked his sweatpants on before opening the door. It was still cold as fuck and the wind had picked right back up again. He stuck his head out and looked around, trying to see who or what may be nearby, calling for Mountain a few times too. But he saw nothing. Swiss thought about that noise he heard though, and looked down instead. Or, After months of gradually debilitating anxiety that seemingly came out of no-where for no reason, Mountain takes Swiss away for a few days in their remote cabin. They had both hoped it might get Swiss out his own head for a bit, away from whatever what causing this, but Swiss never would have expected for it to follow him up there, and certainly hadn't expected this...

Rating: Mature

Words: 3.9k

Relationships: Swiss/Mountain

Tags: Soft Swiss, Soft Dom Mountain for a sec, storms, non-sexual nudity, lil spicy scene, safeword use, implied polyghouls, Mountain nicknames Swiss with different types of cheese, anxiety, panic attack. Spoilers (don't look if you don't want) - Kitfic, accidental baby acquisition sort of, Swiss' horniness catches up to him.

Lil TWs for severe anxiety, panic attacks, a mention of disordered eating, subspace mentions and safe-word use. Don't think there's any other warnings but lmk if I missed any!

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    Anxiety.

It was something that Swiss had, mercifully, never known too well. He’d always been confident, never had much so there was no fear over what he had to lose, and he’d always been easy going so there was never anything to worry about.

    That was until several months ago…

    Swiss had woken up one morning and just felt odd. It was like he was nervous but had no clue what about. It wasn’t too bad, kind of like when you misplace your favourite shirt and you hope you haven’t lost it. He tried taking a walk to clear his head, his usual “hobbies” for a distraction, then tried to get ridiculously high. But any and all effect was short lived, and that pit in his stomach only seemed to get even bigger and all-consuming.

    It had started in March, and now it was January.

    It had slowly and steadily been getting worse and worse until now it had gotten practically debilitating. To the point that small decisions were making him teeter on the edge of a spiral and everything just felt completely wrong. Nothing was enjoyable or simple anymore because it had been months of feeling like this and he had no clue why. It didn’t correlate with anything like his cycle or his elements flaring up with the changes of seasons - that sometimes put him a bit on edge, but never like this.

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    “What do you want for lunch, Switchblade?” Mountain asked gently, breaking Swiss out of his own mind for a moment.

    “Uhh.” Swiss’ eyebrows furrowed, he felt like throwing up all the time so food always seemed like an impossible task.

    “Something little? Like a bag of chips and a banana?” Mountain suggested.

    Swiss had been eating less and less, and it unfortunately was showing. His thicker frame and gorgeous tummy had thinned out some. And despite a lack of energy, he wasn’t sleeping properly either, his eyes bruised from dark purple bags.

    Swiss shook his head. Tears pricked his eyes and his chest started feeling way too tight. No breath wanted to grace his lungs and his tail fixed tightly around his abdomen in a desperate self-soothing attempt that had become all too familiar recently.

    Mountain, instantly recognising his beloved’s panic attack, walked around enveloped him in a hug - tight enough to feel comforting but not too tight to restrict his breathing even more. He’d unfortunately had more than enough practice as of late.

    “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” Mountain soothed, raking his claws over Swiss’ scalp, “Just breathe for me.”

    “Ca- C- Can’t.” Swiss wheezed.

    “Yes, you can. Just focus on me.” Mountain said, making sure to take deep breaths that Swiss would be able to feel and try to imitate himself.

    It took a few minutes, but Swiss calmed enough that Mountain could let go.

    “You back?” He asked gently, cupping one side of Swiss’ face in his palm.

    Swiss nodded, “’m sorry.”

    “You don’t need to be sorry.” Mountain assured, putting his forehead against Swiss’ and just breathing each other in.

    Swiss’ hands raked up Mountain’s sides and slipped under his shirt, instantly bringing a purr from the Earth Ghoul. Swiss’ hands then started pushing under Mountain’s waistband of his sweats and boxers in one go.

    “Hey, hey, hold on.” Mountain said, stopping Swiss’ hands with his own, “You haven’t wanted anything for ages. Are you sure?”

    “Please,” Swiss whispered, “I just want- need to let go for a bit.”

    Mountain scanned Swiss’ face thoroughly and only found pure desperation for his agony to stop. It was something Mountain had done plenty before – Rain suffered with a lot of anxiety and Mountain had become somewhat of an expert in soft dom-ing Rain so far into subspace that the Water Ghoul got to be lifted out of his body for a while. The look in Swiss’ eyes was exactly what he always saw in Rain’s.

    “Okay, Starman. I’ve got you. Gonna take care of you, okay?” Mountain said, cupping Swiss’ face in both hands and kissing his forehead.

    “Please, sir.” Swiss whined.

    “You don’t need to call me that now. You can call me whatever you want, I’ll help you regardless.” Mountain assured.

    “Mounty?” Swiss said.

    “Yes, my heart?”

    “I love you.”

    “I love you too. And you are so strong for wanting to let go for a while.” Mountain said, not expecting an answer but needing to say it, “You don’t have to speak from this point on, not if you don’t want to. Just gotta keep your mind open for me, okay?”

    Swiss nodded and did just that. Mountain held his face steady as the barrage of Swiss’ mental state hit him. He pushed it aside though, finding the part of Swiss’ mind that let them all telepathically communicate.

    This thing on? Mountain asked, just to check, and smiled when Swiss’ shoulders shook in a small laugh and nodded.

    “My room or yours?” Mountain asked, and Swiss wordlessly dragged them to the Earth Ghoul’s room.

    Mountain went about what was basically the routine he had for Rain. He checked in with Swiss plenty, knowing how fraught it all was for him and how scary it must be. Mountain knew he had to live up to his nickname of “gentle giant” as he went about this. And he did. Every pass of his large hands, every swipe with his tongue, every touch of his lips was gentle and reverent, and every word and sound from his lips was full of praise. Swiss had been so good for Mountain, so so good that Mountain could hardly believe that it was the same Ghoul that had often been so bratty it had taken him several hours to tame.

    In Swiss’ mind, Mountain could see how close Swiss was to that edge. This time not doddering towards a spiral, but towards the soft and cushy world of subspace. Once he was there, Mountain would get him deeper, getting him to stay there for a while. Slowly, he’d rise back out and he’d help him come back to this cruel reality. But as Mountain realised how close Swiss was to letting go, Swiss did too.

    Mountain had been as incredible as always. But Swiss’ instincts had been prickling from the moment he felt himself start to drop and give in. He tried to ignore it, desperate for that complete freedom from his mind. He wanted it so bad, to just let go and not feel anything but Mountain. His anxieties though disagreed, screaming at him to stay here because maybe the cause for his angst would come about and what use would he be if he was out of it? Swiss was so willing and eager to let go, yet his mind simply forbade it.

    Mounty?

“Yeah, baby?” Mountain said, breathless and slate-grey skin sweaty, but using his own voice to ground Swiss.

    Red. Can’t.

Instantly, Mountain stopped moving, trying to hide his sorrow on Swiss’ behalf. They both know how bad he needs it, but obviously Mountain is going to respect his boundary.

    “You’re such a good boy for telling me.” Mountain knew Swiss well enough to know that that was still okay to say.

    Swiss whined at the praise though.

    Not. ‘m weak and stupid.

“No, you’re not.” Mountain said, equal parts stern and loving, “You’re so strong. So unbelievably strong.”

    ‘m sorry. He sniffled, tears rolling down his face.

“Do not apologise, my love. It’s not your fault.” Mountain said, kissing his tears away, “Do you me want to…?” He gestured vaguely to where they were still joined.

    Swiss shook his head and pulled Mountain down on top of him, crushing himself and essentially using Mountain as a massive weighted blanket. Mountain just laughed into Swiss’ neck, and complied with the Multi.

    Swiss held onto Mountain like a lifeline and they stayed curled up for the rest of the afternoon. Aether had made a protein shake that Swiss had managed to slowly drink down. Obviously, it wasn’t enough. But Aether and Mountain praised him regardless because it was a big step for him.

    “Swissy?” Aether said.

    “Mhm?” Swiss responded.

    “Do you think it would do you good to get away from the Ministry for a couple days?” The Quint suggested, holding Swiss’ hand and using the contact to gently dose him on some Quintosis to clear the fog slightly.

    Swiss’s chest clenched at the thought of leaving but the same happened with the notion of staying.

    “Dunno.” He said so smally. It was completely uncharacteristic for him and Aether and Mountain’s hearts both ached with it.

    “You could go to the cabin maybe? Go by yourself, or someone with you? The whole pack, if you wanted.” Mountain suggested, his arm around Swiss’ shoulders.

    Swiss relaxed slightly at the thought of their cabin. It was at the edge of a forest that the Ghouls loved to hunt in, and Mountain had built it himself from trees he had grown with his own magic. They loved going there for getaways alone, or with a few or all of them. Sometimes Copia came but that wasn’t a lot - he wasn’t quite able to keep up with his Ghouls when they’re let off their Ministry leashes. The idea of the fresh air up there, the peace and quiet, the privacy and tranquillity made Swiss’ heart flutter in a way it hadn’t for a while.

    “I think you like that idea.” Aether smiled, also feeling the small weight lifting.

    Swiss nodded bashfully and leant against Mountain’s side, “You come with me?”

    “Of course, cheddar.” Mountain said, and Swiss gave a small laugh at the nickname.

    So, the next morning they packed up for a few days, and paid a small visit to see Papa and tell him the plan. The man was very close to his Ghouls and knew the whole situation. He didn’t hesitate to agree, and told them to go.

    Mountain commandeered one of the big 4x4’s to help cross the rough terrain as they neared the cabin, and Swiss DJ-ed for the two. Mountain kept his hand on Swiss’ thigh as much as he could, rubbing soothing circles in and constantly whispering praises for him - masterfully keeping Swiss in a state of submission so Mountain could take as much of the weight as he could, and while they both knew it was unlikely, Swiss could easily give into dropping completely if he wanted.

    When they arrived, they both stripped off. It was their safe space that reminded the Ghouls of their old homesteads and dens in the pits, and in the pits, they were all usually in the buff. It only ever felt like the natural cause of things to do the same here. It also meant that as Mountain lit the fire, and Swiss settled into the furs of the nest, the Multi had plenty of skin-to-skin contact to try and ground himself with. The two laid glued to each other, wandering touches and lazily making out, not at all sexual, just wanting the comfort.

    Although it did start to get late and their stomachs started gurgling.

    “Do you want to come and hunt with me?” Mountain asked.

    “Honestly, I think if I get blood on my fangs right now, I’m gonna hurl.” Swiss answered truthfully.

    Mountain’s face twisted in concern because that was beyond abnormal for hellspawn, “Are you going to be okay by yourself for a bit?”

    Swiss took a deep breathe, “I’ll be okay. Don’t bother about getting anything big, I won’t eat a lot, if at all.”

    “Okay, gruyere.” He stole one last gentle kiss before getting up and starting to gear up for the weather outside. A snow storm was slowly building on the drive up and it was in full effect now. Luckily, Ghouls are a lot more durable than humans so it wouldn’t affect Mountain much more than just being really fucking cold and he did value his extremities.

    Mountain left, and Swiss slumped in the furs. The nest felt way too empty without Mountain in there and so he moved to one of the armchairs by the fire place instead. The wind howled outside, and Swiss tried to let it lull him. He stared into the flames and watched their beckoning dance, reaching a hand out and using his own Fire affinity to play with them a bit more.

    He was staring at his partial-element, when he heard the wind die down completely for a serene few moments where the noise of the gale was replaced by another, much higher pitched shriek.

    Swiss was almost not sure he heard it. But he felt something. That cloud of anxiety had lifted for a halting moment when it happened. It was a call in so many different ways.

    He got up and quickly yanked his sweatpants on before opening the door. It was still cold as fuck and the wind had picked right back up again. He stuck his head out and looked around, trying to see who or what may be nearby, calling for Mountain a few times too. But he saw nothing.

    Swiss thought about that noise he heard though, and looked down instead.

    It was entirely what his instincts told him it would have been, yet he never would’ve actually expected to see a kit, in their bassinet, on his doorstep.

    Instantly he picked up the basket and brought them in. The kit was screaming their little lungs out and their lips, fingers, toes and tail were turning a concerning shade of pale grey from the cold. He sat the both of them in front of the fire and picked them up in their blanket, cradling them close to his chest.

    And that cloud of anxiety that had been weighing down on him all these months, finally lifted now he finally had his daughter in his arms.

    Wait, rewind that a minute… DAUGHTER?!

Swiss couldn’t believe it. Sure, they had always made jokes about how his lascivious lifestyle probably had given him dozens of kits he doesn’t know about. But that’s what they always were, jokes. With Ghoul biology, if it wasn’t his cycle, he wasn’t fertile. And even when he was in his cycle, Aether kept him dosed on a very specific type of Quintessence so there wouldn’t be any byproduct to his magnified horniness.

    The Multi couldn’t deny her though. As soon as her little hand peaked out under her blanket and knocked against his chest, something in his soul clicked. He knew she was his. He could feel the mix of elements coming from her – Earth, Fire and Quintessence as the main ones. As he lifted her up closer to his face, she smelt like him. His scent was one of burning liquor and leather. Hers was also of leather, but instead of the spirits Swiss loved to drink so much, it was something more like warm spices. Gingerbread, Swiss came to the conclusion of. Such a perfectly cosy little bug with her slightly higher body temperature too. There was also the fact that as soon as she was in Swiss’ arms, she started to calm down instantly.

    A quick check in the basket and folds of the blanket gave Swiss no indication of who her mother was, how she came to be, or even her name. Swiss’ Quintessence could tell she was about 3 weeks old, and for her to have been left in that storm for Satan-knows-how long, let alone anything else she had been forced to face, and the fact that she even existed, it was an absolute miracle that she was alive.

    She was squirming again though, and Swiss instantly knew why. If her mother was human, then she didn’t know or wanted to keep her warm, if her mother was a Ghoulette, it was out of mercy for the cold or something crueller. Swiss didn’t dwell on it though as he took her little onesie off and cradled her in his arms again. Skin-to-skin with her father, she settled right back down again. He melted at the sight, and raised his own body heat to keep her warm, also making the fire burn a bit brighter too.

    Satanas, everything felt so perfect now. And Swiss now understood why he had been so anxious for months. Ghouls were insanely protective and territorial, especially for their mates and kits. It was worst with Earth Ghouls, and Swiss’ Earth affinity was one of his strongest, obviously not helping matters. Somehow, their instincts always knew they had made a kit before they did. This started in March so with her being just shy of a month, it was likely that’s when she was conceived. Swiss’ anxiety was over not being able to care for her mother, to build her a birthing nest covered in his scent to keep anyone away, protect her as she gave birth and care for her and the kit afterwards. Well, that was even if it was a she. There were many identities in the Ministry and Swiss wasn’t exactly fussy…

    That didn’t matter now though because finally she’s right where she should be. In Swiss’ arms, where he can nurture her and protect her.

    “Hey, little one.” Swiss whispered, completely choked on every emotion you can think of, “I’m your Papa.”

    Yeah, this felt right.

    Swiss looked at the little Ghuleh. She had thick dark hair; her skin was a slightly darker grey too. She had two little mounds on her forehead where her horns would one day grow through and her tail had the beginnings of a very tiny spade. Her tail was waggling to try and wrap around something so Swiss helped out and coiled it around one of his fingers. Her eyes cracked open, and while far from being fully developed, her irises were bright and shining gold, instantly hypnotising Swiss into doing whatever he could for her. Her round cheeks pulled up into a toothless grin and Swiss laughed.

    “I definitely can’t deny you, can I?” As if he would ever want to.

    She squawked in delight and kicked her tiny feet.

    Swiss would be lying if he said he’d never thought about kits. He just always figured he’d make a terrible father, having way too many unhealthy vices and his behaviour not being mature or domestic enough at all. Then there was a pressure of choosing his kit’s mother. He had a few mates within the pack who had the right anatomy but none of them wanted kits, at least not with any particular urgency. And even if they did decide to have them one day, they’d probably choose a more responsible father like Aether or Mountain. Swiss just never let himself think of it because he figured it would never happen.

    But, one thing he did have was a list. It was buried in the bottom of his notes app and hadn’t been opened for a few years. But Swiss remembered every name he put on there and knew which one his little girl would have.

    “Nyathera.”

    She survived.

As soon as Swiss named her, she gurgled happily, burrowing further into Swiss’ chest. He chuffed a laugh before holding her a little tighter, licking at her head to clean and comfort her, and pushing his scent out. If he had known, he would’ve been scenting whoever caught on him, and scented her as soon as she came into the world and every night for that first week. It was to acclimate her to her father’s scent so she would easily find safety and comfort in it, but it was also a defensive instinct. As grim as it was, kits had a certain smell to them and some would use it to hunt Ghouls while their guards are down, caring for their kits or sleeping at their sides. By covering up the newborn scent, he was protecting her. And he also had a lot of time to make up for.

    “Satan’s fucking toe nail, Switchblade. What are you doing? It absolutely reeks-” Mountain was cut off by himself and his jaw was dropped comically low.

    “I- I- I don’t know either. She was just on the doorstep and, Mountain, my Lord, it’s just so right. I heard her and found her and picked her up. She’s so perfect and she’s mine, Petal, I know it in my bones, my soul, she’s mine.” Swiss rambled furiously and Mountain shucked off his layers as he spoke, the hares he caught left on the kitchenette counter and came over to Swiss.

    He kissed the Multi’s forehead and put his own there, “It’s alright, darling. It’s okay now.”

    “It’s more than okay, it’s perfect.” Swiss whispered.

    Mountain looked down to the tiny Ghuleh and smiled, “What’s your name, little one?”

    “Nyathera.” Swiss said proudly.

    “Well, hello there, Nyathera. I’m Mountain, and I’m going to be the one making sure your Daddy doesn’t burn the Ministry down trying to change your diapers, okay?” He cooed, not touching her until Swiss had given the okay, which he suspected would be a while.

    “Hey! I’ll only singe the curtains a bit, probably.” Swiss smirked, “And it’s Papa to her.”

    Mountain snorted, “Oh, Copia’s gonna love that one.”

    “Tough shit, it just feels right.” Swiss said, tears pricking his eyes and beading on his lashes, “Fuck, Mount, it just feels so right.”

    “It looks it to.” He smiled, “When I walked in here, seeing you hold her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sight suit you more.”

    “Really?” Swiss couldn’t express right now how much that meant to him.

    “Really.” Mountain confirmed.

    “Thank you.” Swiss said, knocking his horns against Mountain’s antlers, “For everything. Taking care of me the last year, almost. I know it wasn’t easy.”

    “It wasn’t, I hated seeing you like that. But none of it was your fault. And I would do it a million times over, forever until the world implodes, if it meant you get to be as happy as you are right now.” Mountain affirmed, rubbing a hand over Swiss’ knee.

    The three Ghouls stayed in silence with one another for a while. Mountain was making an effort to keep his scent in. Swiss’ was the most important right now for little Nyathera. If Swiss wanted one of the pack to help raise her in place of her other biological parent, Mountain would happily put his name on every line of the sign-up sheet, but until then Swiss was all that mattered. To him and Nyathera.

    “C- can you call Aeth?” Swiss eventually broke the silence, “We don’t have anything for her here and nothing came with her. I don’t know how long she was out there for, I don’t know if she was born with anything, I don’t kno-”

    “Shh, my sweet.” Mountain said, an expert at cutting off Swiss-spirals, “I’ll call him now. Do you want to talk or me?”

    “You.” Swiss said instantly.

    “Okay, I’ll go do it now.” Mountain said, kissing Swiss’ horn as he stood and looking again to the little Ghoulette, “You’ll watch him for me for a few minutes now, won’t you, Nyathera?”

    Swiss stuck his tongue out before turning to his daughter, “We’re going to be a great little team, aren’t we, Nya?”

    “Satan help us all.” Mountain grimaced as he went to the other side of the cabin - a specific spot by the corner that randomly had better signal that the rest of the place - and dialled Aether. As Mountain gave a very brief rundown of the night’s events, Swiss laughed as even he could distinctly hear Aether’s confusion.

Nya joined in with some gorgeous giggles herself, and Swiss knew that the two of them would conquer the world.

    Aether’s voice, despite not being on speaker nor Mountain’s phone being on full volume, could clearly be heard shouting: “I’m sorry, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”

Yeah, Swiss was going to have a lot of explaining to do…

~~~

a/n: SwissAlps was meant to be a SINGLE SENTENCE in this. It was just meant to be a line about Swiss having to safeword but, these two dorks stuck around and I love SwissAlps, so I won't complain. Also, yes, I took the name Nyathera from my ficlet Metamorphosis , but this is a separate thing, Rain is not Nya's other parent. It's just a pretty name and I like it lol.

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[ghoul-slime]

Parallel

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,542

Pairing: Aether/Dew, Swiss/Rain

Tags: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, morning sex, anal fingering, anal sex, dirty talk, implied polyghouls

Summary: Just as Aether tries bargaining with Dew again, a muffled sound from the bunk below catches his attention.

A whine, pitched high and feminine. Unmistakable in the early morning quiet of the bus. Another whine, louder this time, has Dew’s eye cracking open. He’s fully alert now. He glances at Aether who stares back at Dew, brow quirked.

“Sounds like Swiss and Rain are already up,” Aether observes. That gets Dew’s attention. Aether can feel his pulse quicken beneath his hands. They both go silent. Listening.

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Aether wakes first, the rhythmic rumbling of bus tires on pavement and soft morning light spilling through the edges of the bunk curtain reminding him that they’re still out on the road. Dew is tucked into his side, wedged between Aether’s body and the wall of the bus, head snuggled into Aether’s shoulder and breathing softly. Aether checks his phone, they have just about an hour until the bus arrives at the next venue. They’d driven through the night and Aether’s body is tired, bones sore from so many days crammed into a tiny tour bus bunk. Dew has long abandoned his own bunk in favor of curling up with Aether, and despite the cramped conditions, he doesn’t mind. Aether loves waking up with Dew in his arms every morning.

As much as he’d like to lay in bed and revel in Dew’s peaceful, sleeping form, he knows that once they arrive at the venue it’s gonna be all hands on deck. Hauling gear, moving into dressing rooms, and getting ready for sound check. With a groan he curls in on Dew, kissing the top of his head and gently rocking the little ghoul awake.

Dew groans, scrunches up his nose, and buries his face further into Aether’s side.

“C’mon Dew, time to get up,” Aether murmurs into Dew’s hair, blond locks scooped up into a messy bun high on his head. Getting to enjoy Dew’s bedhead was just another reason Aether couldn’t complain about the little ghoul taking over half of his bunk every night. He kisses the top of Dew’s head again and breathes in Dew’s warm scent.

“Ugh,” Dew croaks into Aether’s shoulder. “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he whines, gripping Aether’s shirt and rubbing his face into his broad chest. Dew sounds as exhausted as Aether feels.

“C’mon Dew, get up and I’ll make coffee,” Aether tries again, unable to mask the tired sound of his own voice. “One more show and we’re off tomorrow. We can sleep in late in a nice big hotel bed.” Aether wraps his arms around Dew’s middle and tries to sound convincing, peppering his face with more kisses in an attempt to rouse the little ghoul who only grumbles further into his chest.

Just as Aether tries bargaining with Dew again, a muffled sound from the bunk below catches his attention.

A whine, pitched high and feminine. Unmistakable in the early morning quiet of the bus. Another whine, louder this time, has Dew’s eye cracking open. He’s fully alert now. He glances at Aether who stares back at Dew, brow quirked.

“Sounds like Swiss and Rain are already up,” Aether observes, a smile breaking out across his face. That gets Dew’s attention. Aether can feel his pulse quicken beneath his hands. They both go silent. Listening.

Ohhh, Rain whispers. Followed by a series of hushed little whimpers and gasps. Rustling sheets. The unmistakable wet sound of sex with a water ghoul. Whether Swiss is using his mouth or his cock to wring the sweet little sounds of pleasure from Rain’s lips is anyone’s guess. Aether feels Dew start to go hard against his thigh and he tightens his grip on Dew’s waist as they listen.

Murmuring, low and deep, they can’t make out the words but it’s undoubtedly Swiss. Suddenly a sharp cry from Rain, followed by hushed giggles and shushing. And then the sound of wet, open-mouthed kisses, Rain’s soft cries muffled by Swiss’ lips.

Aether’s hard now, and he rolls over on top of Dew, caging him in beneath him between his arms. He dips down to kiss Dew and pulls back with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Bet I can get you off and into the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee in your hand before they even finish,” Aether grins.

Dew, ever competitive, especially when it comes to Swiss and Rain, flashes Aether a matching smirk. “Fuck yes,” he grins, no longer interested in trying to sleep in. They both know they’re gonna catch shit from everyone else for fucking on the bus, but they don’t care. Swiss and Rain started it, really.

Aether immediately shoves his hand into Dew’s briefs, cupping his chubbed up cock, and dives in for another open-mouthed kiss until he’s pulling the same soft sounds from Dew that match the ones drifting up from the bottom bunk.

He jacks Dew off inside his underwear while mouthing at his neck, breathing into Dew’s ear as they listen to the muted sounds of Rain’s moans and whimpers beneath them.

“How do you think Swiss is fucking him?” Aether whispers into Dew’s ear. “Fingers? Has he got that big dick of his buried in Rain’s tight ass? Or maybe he’s using his mouth,” Aether ponders.

“That would explain why Swiss is so quiet down there,” Dew snickers, canting his hips up, rutting into Aether’s warm hand.

Aether huffs a quiet laugh into Dew’s ear and twists his wrist, palming the wet head of Dew’s cock while he strokes him.

Dew lets loose with a moan of his own, before Aether claps a hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh and shushing him. His hand stills on Dew’s cock as they stop to listen. Rain has gone quiet, and Aether is sure Rain and Swiss know what he and Dew are up to now. They hear mumbling again, it’s Swiss, followed by more rustling sheets and one of Rain’s high pitched squeaks, louder this time.

Aether rears back to slip Dew’s underwear off, discarding them in a ball in the corner of the bunk before diving back in, sliding two fingers through the slick of Dew’s ass.

“Mmm, wet already,” he teases, pressing the tip of his finger in. “Bet Rainy is dripping here too. He takes Swiss so well doesn’t he? Our pretty little water ghoul.”

Dew nods and bites his lip, stifling a weak groan as he wraps his legs around Aether’s middle, encouraging him to dip two fingers past the tight ring of muscle and into his hot little body. Aether fingers Dew like that, sharing quiet breaths as they listen in for the sounds of Swiss taking Rain apart beneath them.

Rain’s muffled moans are steady now, and if Aether strains his ears he can hear Swiss’ quiet panting as he works Rain over. The wet sounds of Rain’s body opening up for him.

Aether pulls his fingers out, grabs Dew’s narrow little hips and flips him over, pressing him face-first and flat down into the mattress of the bunk. He grips Dew’s ass with both hands and pulls him open, spitting a gob of saliva directly onto his twitching, fluttering hole. Dew groans into the pillow beneath him and arches his back. Aether pulls himself out of his boxers, lines up and slides his cock through the slippery mess between Dew’s cheeks. As he pushes in he leans in to growl into Dew’s ear.

“Can you hear it? Swiss splitting our sweet little Rain open on his big, fat cock? Making him sing such pretty sounds for us?” He licks into the shell of Dew’s ear, “Do you think they can hear us too? The sound of your tight little ass swallowing me up?”

Dew nods dumbly, head still pressed into the pillow and presses back as Aether bottoms out and starts thrusting into him. The wet sounds from Aether’s bunk mixing in with those drifting in from the bunk below have Dew’s head swimming and before long he’s humping his cock into the bunched up sheets beneath him.

Aether presses him down with his entire body, nuzzling into the little tendrils of golden hair at the nape of Dew’s neck, pulled loose from the bun on his head. “Listen to them” Aether whispers, “I bet Rainy is gonna cum soon, cream himself all over Swiss’ bunk.”

Dew lets out a small groan, desperately trying to keep quiet while Aether fucks in and out of him. Aether knows he’s concentrating, holding his breath and straining to listen for the sounds of Rain’s orgasm.

And they can hear it, the telltale little mantra of yesyesyes that Rain always repeats when he’s close, moments away from cumming thick and soaking and heavy. Swiss is goading him on, voice low and rumbling, barely audible as he croons, That’s right baby, cum for me, soak my fuckin’ sheets.

Aether fucks Dew through Rain’s orgasm, pinning his skinny little hips to the bed and grinding in deep as they listen to Rain’s ragged panting.

There’s less than 10 minutes before the bus pulls up at the venue when Aether and Dew emerge from the bunk. Dew wobbles in on shaky legs, messy hair falling out of the bun on his head. He follows behind a sheepish looking Aether, whose neck is covered in fresh bite marks and bruises.

Rain is tucked into Swiss’ side at the kitchen table, Swiss’ arm slung around his shoulder. Rain glances up at Aether with a small smile, light blush across his pretty face, blue eyes sparkling in the morning sunlight.

“So…” Swiss breaks the silence, sly grin snaking its way across his face. “You two nasty fuckers interested in sharing a room with us at the hotel tonight?”

[sphylor]

Kittentails

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Dewdrop/Rain (implied polyghouls too ofc)

Characters: Dewdrop, Rain, Mountain

Words: 1630

Summary:

Worry was starting to set in Rain’s stomach. He hadn’t seen or heard anything from Dew since breakfast and now it was approaching evening. The sun was slowly sinking further in the sky, casting its golden rays across the abbey and its grounds. As Rain looked across the lake, watching the way the light glittered off of the surface, he desperately wished he could dip in for a quick swim before it got too cold. He needed to find Dew first, though. OR Dew goes kitty :3

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Pairing: Aether/Aeon

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Reality Bending, Mind Manipulation, bullshitting how quintessence works, Quintosis, Implied polyghouls, Implied Hazing. It sounds more intense than it actually is.

Summary: Aether just wants everyone to get along and he's willing to pull some strings to make that happen.

Note: This was written for an anon prompt that I accidentally deleted the first time I tried to upload this. I don't know if this is what you asked for but it's what I wrote and we all have to live with that now. Sorry* in advance, especially for going along with the "Mountain has a foot fetish" idea.

(*Independent fact checkers have determined this information is false.)

[miasmaghoul]

Mushy May - Day 5

Prompt: Hair Braiding

Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Aether/Dew ft Rain Contains: jealousy, ghouls in love, mild pining, implied polyghouls, a little lewdness (as a treat) Word Count: ~1.6k

Summary: Rain and Dew have a certain routine. Aether watches from the sidelines and tries not to grumble about it. He's not successful.

Aether tells himself he isn’t jealous.

He has no reason to be, not in the slightest. They’re a pack. They all belong to one another. He doesn’t feel this way when Dew chooses to spend a night with Swiss instead of him. It never bothers him when he walks in on the little ghoul burying his face between Cumulus’s thighs in the common room, or when he finds him and Mountain groping one another in the greenhouse. He isn’t envious of Dew’s movie nights with Sunshine, nor his orchard walks with Cirrus. 

But sitting here, peering subtly over his book and reading glasses, he can’t help the prickly feeling blooming in his chest.

It’s like this every night, right after dinner; Dew sits cross-legged on the floor between Rain’s legs, head tipped forward. The pair of them exist in companionable silence while Rain’s lithe fingers glide through Dew’s hair. Dew sways a little while Rain works, both of them lost in the familiarity of his movements. 

He shouldn’t be put out by the way Dew rests his head on Rain’s thigh, nor by the serene smile decorating his beautiful face. The one he only wears when Rain rakes gentle claws along his scalp, separating golden strands into small sections. He certainly shouldn’t be bothered by the unique way Dew purrs, high in his throat like a content kitten.

Aether knows he shouldn’t be jealous, but he is anyway. The envy bites at the back of his mind, sits bitter on his tongue. This is the only time he feels it, tastes it, and every part of Aether fucking hates it.

He knows he spends more time with Dew than anyone else, that they have a special bond. They have since Terzo’s time, clinging to one another in the upheaval following their former Papa’s untimely demise. Through the changing of the ghouls, the dissolution of their old pack and the establishment of their current one. 

Aether had been the one to hold Dew tight, to keep him grounded while the world seemed to fall apart around them. He’d carried him through his transition, helped the little ghoul learn to control his fire and calmed his raging fevers. Treated his burns and encouraged him to shed the stubborn, angry tears caught behind his eyes. Coaxed him out of the thorny shell he’d developed in the aftermath and watched with utter joy as he opened up to the new ghouls. 

Aether loves Dewdrop, and knows without question that Dew loves him right back. He knows it should make him happy to see his firefly like this - so relaxed, so pleased. So wonderfully at peace. He knows it should.

And yet.

Aether flips a page, never taking his eyes off the pair of them as Rain starts weaving an intricate pattern along part of Dew’s scalp. He’d stopped looking at the book entirely at least ten minutes ago, around the time that purr kicked up, turning pages at irregular intervals purely for the sake of appearances. The sound Dew makes settles against his ears like the softest cashmere; it should be soothing, but all Aether can think about is the fact that he isn’t the one causing it. 

That’s what it all comes down to, he supposes. The fact that Rain can get a sound like that out of the little ghoul, one Aether had never heard until a couple of months ago. One that had shot straight through him like an electric shock, stopping him in his tracks on the way past the common room one night. He was so certain he’d heard every sound Dew could possibly make - pleasure, pain, relief, agony, everything. This, though…this was a sound of bone-deep happiness that had nearly ripped his heart in two.  

Dew’s purr ratchets up a notch and it shakes Aether from his thoughts. He shifts in his seat, flips another page, eyes still caught on the way Rain’s fingers work. He can only see Dew’s profile from here, but he can still make out the laxity in his jaw, the slump of his shoulders. If it weren’t for that wonderful sound, you’d be forgiven for thinking the little ghoul was asleep. Aether sighs through his nose, so fixated on Dew’s blissful visage that he misses the way Rain glances over at him, tying off the first braid.

“Everything alright, Aeth?” 

The words catch him off guard and Aether twitches, clearing his throat. He crosses his legs, feigning casualness, and adjusts his glasses.

“Fine,” he says, low, forcing himself to look back at his book so Rain can’t see his furrowed brow. “Just fine.”

“Liar,” pipes up Dew, his purr softening. Aether’s eyes flick to the little ghoul and finds him staring over with what can only be described as an extreme amount of side-eye. Aether gulps. 

“Wh-what?”

“You’ve been growling for the past five minutes,” Rain informs him, adjusting Dew’s position and pulling back a new section of hair. 

Aether blinks at them, stricken. Had he really? He hadn’t even noticed, given how lost he was in his own murky thoughts. Neither of them speaks further, but Dew is definitely still watching him with those stunning copper eyes. He’s stopped purring now, and somehow that’s worse than the alternative.

Aether should say something, he’s pretty sure. Should apologize for bothering them. Say he was distracted, that he hadn’t realized he was being anything but silent. They’d ask why, though. Want an explanation - at least Dew would. He’s pretty sure Rain would shrug it off. Water off a duck’s back, as the saying goes. Might be easier to get up and leave before the silence blanketing them gets any heavier.

Rain makes his decision for him.

“I could teach you, y’know.” 

Aether’s back goes ramrod straight. Teach him? Teach him what? He doesn't respond, too busy chewing the inside of this cheek. 

“That’s why you’re here every night, isn’t it?” Rain doesn’t look away from his task, fingers flying through the second braid. “To watch this? It’s not like you’re subtle about it.” 

There’s undeniable humor in his voice, and Aether stares at Rain like he’s grown a second head. He opens his mouth to deny it, but -

“Nah,” Dew chimes in, leaning further into the other ghoul’s leg. Wrapping an arm around Rain’s calf. “He’s here to listen to this.”

Dew’s purr kicks up again, fills the room, and Aether can’t believe Dew just outed him like that. That he knew in the first place and never said anything. It wasn’t like Dewdrop to keep privileged information like that to himself. If Dew knew how that sound made Aether feel, why hadn’t he used it against him yet? 

“Either way,” Rain says, nonplussed, “I could teach you how to do it too,” he pauses just long enough to nudge the little ghoul’s thigh with his toe, “if our firecracker doesn’t mind.” Dew shrugs, but Aether can see the way the corner of his mouth has begun to curl.

All at once, Aether feels infinitely stupid. He’d never even thought about it, about learning. About figuring out how to do the one thing that could get Dew to make the sound that caused him so much internal strife. He’d assumed this was something special between Dewdrop and Rain, something he was allowed to watch - to their amusement, apparently - but not to participate in. Sort of like how Dew was allowed in the greenhouse, but not allowed to actually touch anything. Fire and foliage, surprisingly, don’t mix. He figured his place here was similar; look, don’t touch.

But now that the offer is on the table, Aether feels like a fool for never thinking to ask.

“Would…would you?” He hesitates to put too much hope into the request. Maybe they’re messing with him. He wouldn’t be surprised. “Teach me?”

Rain cants his head, gives him a small smile, and Aether knows he doesn’t need to worry.

“Come here,” Rain lilts, tipping his head to indicate the space next to him. “Sit by me.” 

Aether’s up in a heartbeat, book and glasses discarded with haste. He shuffles over to the pair of them and settles next to Rain, brain itchy and fingers quivering. Anticipatory. Dew reaches over to wrap an elegant hand around his calf, and something in Aether’s chest goes unbearably tight. He leans down to give the little ghoul’s shoulder a fond squeeze and delights in the way Dew nuzzles his wrist. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” Dewdrop teases, and Aether’s whole head goes hot. He sputters, wordless, and Rain chuckles. 

“Be nice, spitfire,” he chides, giving a section of hair a light tug. Dew gives him a playful growl in return, and Aether feels a sheepish little smile creep onto his face. 

Dewdrop really does know him too well. He shouldn’t be so surprised, not after all these years. He reaches out to stroke the little ghoul’s hair and earns a light slap to the back of his wrist for his efforts.

“Hands to yourself,” Rain admonishes, and Aether frowns.

“I thought -”

“You can watch for tonight,” Rain tells him, refocusing on the task at hand. “This is a complex style. We’ll start you with something simpler tomorrow.”

Some part of him, some lingering sourness, wants to argue. Wants to demand that he be the one to touch, to manipulate, to drag that exquisite sound from Dew’s chest. But then the hand on his calf grows warmer, massages, and Aether swallows down the urge.

“Don’t worry, Aeth,” Dew says, “I’ll be extra noisy when it’s your turn.”

Rain flicks the little ghoul’s ear and Aether laughs. He can’t resist saying the words on the tip of his tongue.

“You always are, firefly.”

Dewdrop chitters, Rain snorts, and Aether smiles so wide his cheeks hurt. They settle into much more comfortable silence while Rain works, and to Aether’s delight Dew’s purr is even better up close. 

Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

[ominousposting]

That empty feeling

unfinished fic that i wrote back in December, swiss focused with implied polyghouls.

Swiss gets a not so well thought out gift from Stratus and has a breakdown about it

they/them pronouns for Rain and Swiss, it/its pronouns for Mountain

TW : purposefully ignoring your own triggers as a form of self harm , self hate , self depreciating thoughts

This was supposed to be fun. Just a fun gift exchange between all of the ghouls in order to help save money during the winter season. It's not like any of them had a lot of money, so only buying one person a gift as opposed to seven separate gifts was significantly easier on all of their wallets.

Nobody would have predicted the accidental pain this would cause one ghoul.

Swiss was so excited to not only give their gift to Rain, but also to receive their gift from the unknown gifter. They hadn't been able to figure out who had them this year, only knowing that Rain, Fire, and Aether all had other people. Anyone besides those three wouldn't share who they had with them, so it's possible that any one of them was their exchange partner.

Swiss watched as Aether started the exchange by handing Cumulus a gift bag. It was filled to the brim (most likely over the cost limit, but nobody wanted to call Aether out on it) with different jewelry making supplies. Cumulus was ecstatic with this gift, never having the nerve to ask the siblings of sin to buy her stuff relating to the hobby she had before her human death.

The gift exchange continued with Fire receiving his gift from Cumulus. It was a set of fancy playing cards that he had his eyes on since July, unable to rationalize spending so much money on himself all in one go. It was well thought out and, once again, presumably over the limit they had set for the costs.

“Lus, those cards were expensive. Thank you. I can pay you back.” Fire said. He already has the cards out, shuffling them in his hands.

“Sweetheart, I love spending money on all of you, yourself included. Either way, they were actually on sale when I got them. They were exactly at the spending limit actually.” Cumulus giggled as she said this.

All the ghoul laughed as they saw Fire approaching Aether, giving him his gift as well as suddenly stopping the gift cycle in the tracks.

Aether opens his gift, a set of matching stuffed animals that he had seen a month ago and got very emotionally attached to. He was not able to buy them at the time due to not having enough money. Yet, here they were.

“I thought I’d never see these dudes again!” Aether moved to hug both of the stuffed animals to his chest. “Thank you so much!”

Since Aether had already given his gift to Cumulus, they start again with the person next to him, Swiss, giving their gift away. Rain smiles as they watch Swiss walk up to them.

“I tried to find the exact book you asked for but tell me if I got the wrong version.” Swiss explained as Rain opened up their gift. Based on how quickly Rain started flapping their hands in excitement, Swiss had gotten the correct version.

“Mmm! Thank you! Thank you so much!” Rain continues to flap their hands up and down as they say this. Swiss smiles and nods at Rain in response.

The gift exchange continues like this, Rain giving Mountain its gift, Mountain giving Cirrus her gift, and then finally Cirrus giving Stratus her gift. The only person left without a gift was Swiss, his gifter obviously being Stratus as she walks up to him, bag in hand.

“I had a lot of trouble finding things I thought you would like. I hope it’s okay.” Stratus says as Swiss looked in on the bag. They couldnt see anything through the tissue paper that surrounded everything in the bag.

Swiss quickly took everything out of the gift bag, a small fidget toy meant to curb skin picking, a snowman shaped box of white chocolate, and a bright yellow stress ball. They smile and quickly say thank you, effectively moving the rest of the ghouls to prepare their own plates of the dinner they have prepared a couple of feet away from them.

Swiss is disappointed with the gifts. They would never say that to Stratus’ face, but they can't help but feel fundamentally misunderstood as they look at the items. Stratus and them had never been the closest of the ghouls, with Stratus being intimidated by their naturally loud nature when she was first appointed as a band member. Even now, decently far into both being members of Ghost, they weren’t extremely close, instead electing to hang out either with different ghouls entirely, or to hang out all as one big group, still surrounded by the other ghouls.

Swiss tries to think logically in this situation. They know that Stratus had no ill intent when buying their gifts, instead she simply did her best based off the things she knew about Swiss. Skin picker, chocolate lover (unfortunately, this did not apply to white chocolate, the only type of chocolate they genuinely cant stand), and a fidgeter (Swiss already owned this exact stressball, down to the colors).

The least she could’ve done was to ask Rain or Mountain, or hell, literally any ghoul for assistance on what to get them.

But she didn’t. She didn't ask for help.

And now Swiss is dealing with the emotional consequences of that.

Swiss had always been a lot more “sensitive” than their peers. Even when they were still human, they often found themself as the receiving end of a lot of bullying purely because of how strongly they reacted to it. Even people they were meant to trust such as their parents and siblings purposefully would rile them up in order to get a reaction out of them. They still find themself getting intensely upset for reasons that most people wouldn't even be a little bit affected by.

They know this about themself. And yet, the intense rush of feelings throughout Swiss’ entire body still surprises them. The pure dread nearly makes them gag. They think about what they could've done to help Stratus know them better, thinking of all the things they've done to wrong her or any other of their fellow ghouls that would make her hate them as much as their brain is convincing them she does.

Maybe things would’ve been different if Swiss had filled out the gift form better. Maybe things would be different if Swiss wasn't so annoying and off-putting when they first met each other. Maybe things would be different if Swiss was more lovable.

Can’t help it now, they have already been given the gift. They’ll say sorry to Stratus personally after the party. For now, they just had to act normal enough for the rest of the dinner as to not annoy any of their partners. At least, not more than they already had by their existence alone.

Swiss stood to make their plate for dinner. They had made the personally wrapped baked potato and chicken breast that were set on a separate table for themself, having kept an eye on it all through the gift exchange. All the other ghouls had avoided being around where Swiss had set their personal food while getting their own as to avoid setting off their paranoia. Just another way their existence was a bother to those around them. Swiss thinks about trying Rains cooked vegetables purely as a way to punish themself. So what if they get poisoned again? Anything would feel better than this overwhelming sadness that is enveloping their entire being. It would also be better for all the ghouls if they weren't around to bother them anymore.

Swiss decides to put the vegetables on a separate plate walking back to their seat with the one plate in either hand.

[feralghxuls]

In the Glow Of the Moon

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Cirrus, Cumulus, Mountain, Stratus (aka Sunshine), ft Rain

Tags: Monstrous ghouls, Blood, Gore, Killing, Ghouls hunting for sport, Cannibalism (if you count ghouls and humans closely related enough), Ghouls do not have human morals, Implied sexual content, Ghoul magic, Polyghouls

Words: 2,787

Summary: The ghouls are beasts from hell. Beasts hunt. It's what they do. The Siblings of Sin ought to be more careful.

Silvery-blue moonlight filters through the trees, a dappling pattern spreading across the clearing, shifting with the slight breeze, with the untamed grass rippling in it. A lone Sibling sits quietly right in the middle of it all, her coif and veil discarded in the grass beside her, folded neatly. Her long, dark hair reflects the moonlight as her fingers thread through it, combing it out, braiding it all the way down to the ends and it ripples as she dips her fingers into it halfway up and encourages the braid to fall back out. She does this over and over. She's waiting for someone. 

She doesn't know she's being watched. She's nervous, her scent bright in the air, intertwined with the sweet-fruit of her shampoo. She's nervous for all the wrong reasons. There's something in the shadows. Licking his lips, running his tongue over long, dripping fangs. She glances over her shoulder and looks right past him. Gazes into the darkness of the trees for a minute, in the direction of the abbey, before she turns her face skyward again, the light of the moon illuminating her face. 

She’s pretty. Soft skin. Strong jaw, high cheekbones, her nose profiled against the dark backdrop of the forest. He can hear her heart beating in her chest, the blood rushing in her veins with every pump of that delicious muscle. He's still hungry. She's still waiting. He's very patient. 

It's hours after curfew. She should be safe and warm tucked away in bed. It's the quietest part of the night, when even the crickets and cicadas have gone silent. It's just the sound of air in her lungs, the leaves above and around them rustling with the slightest breath of wind. She sighs quietly and his ears prick forward, nostrils flaring as her scent thickens and sours with disappointment. He watches as she slowly ties her hair into a neat bun at the base of her head, eyes zeroing in on the pulse point at the side of her neck, his mouth watering. She settles back down and waits another half hour, nearly unmoving.

She sighs again, reaching for her coif and he can taste her breath, sweet from the cobbler they'd served at dinner. She pauses with her veil spread across her lap, gazing skyward again, eyes falling closed and the disappointment sharpens into irritation, a wrinkle appearing between her brows and a frown pulling at her lips. She stands. Graceful. One smooth movement, the rustle of her habit loud in the silence. The forest holds its breath as she slips the veil over her head. 

She turns towards the abbey. Her eyes widen. She doesn't get the chance to scream. 

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(inspired by @iamthecomet's fic, With Teeth)

[iamthecomet]

Mushy May Day Two - I Made This For You

Fandom: Ghost (The Band) Rating: Everybody Pairing: Dew/Rain implied polyghouls Featuring: Angst. Summoning day nonsense. Dew has a feeling for once. Angst and mush and idiots in love with each other. Dew doesn't do summoning days. But there's just something about Rain. Word Count: 1.3k+ Read below the cut, or on AO3.

Dew doesn’t do summoning days. Especially not his own. He’ll participate in others, sitting quietly with his pack mates. Curling in on himself as the day progresses. Picking at his food. Cramming himself into the corner of the couch, sitting, knees pressed to his chest on the dock while Rain swims. He’s present, always. But not really there. Participating feels like too strong a word.

He’d like to lock himself in his room on every summoning day. To just forget about them. He doesn’t voice that though—can’t. Not when Sunshine’s face splits into a blinding grin on her first summoning day when Mountain reveals the cake he made for her.

The others have stopped trying to make him celebrate his. It’s hardly a summoning day anymore anyway—he isn’t the ghoul he was when he crawled out of the pit. All the soft pieces of him burned away, left with scars and the occasional ache where his gills used to be.

No one blames him. He felt guilty at first. The way he’d retreated into himself on that first summoning day after his element change. Mountain cooked him his favorite breakfast. He pushed it around on his plate, felt sick to his stomach at the thought. The day didn’t feel like it belonged to him anymore.

But it’s gotten better. Over the years they’ve all gotten used to it. It’s routine for everyone to pretend to forget that it’s Dew’s summoning day. Cumulus always fails, she never say anything outright to him about it—but she dotes on him a little extra. Dragging him into the cushion of her body, pillowing his head on her lap while they watch their nightly movie.  

The only summoning day that makes him feel like something is waking up in his hollow chest is Rain’s. He can’t ever decide if it’s pain or pleasure. But it’s a feeling all the same. He doesn’t know what to do about it. He's been thinking about it for longer than he wants to admit. So when Rain says he wants to go for a sunrise swim, Dew ignores the sea of shocked faces around him and offers to go with him.  Rain wakes him up early—before the sun is even up. He offers Dew a mug of steaming coffee. Dew’s bleary eyed, barely awake. He cradles the coffee in both of his hands and looks Rain up and down. And even though the part of him that this hurts tells him to go back to bed right now—he doesn’t. He follows Rain out to the lake. The dew-covered grass cold under his bare feet.

He sits on the dock, coffee pinned between his plams, sipping on the scalding liquid. It warms him from the inside out. The sun starts to peak over the horizon, slanting pale light over the worn dock.

Rain strips down and dives into the lake just as light starts to sparkle across the glass still water. Dew, drags his knees up to his chest. He aches.

When Rain surfaces, the gills along his neck and ribs have filled out, fanning to life. Paper thin, nearly translucent. Dew slides his hand over his own neck, feeling the strange white scars along the sides. It still seems strange that they’re gone. That he doesn’t feel them shifting against his probing fingers.

“You didn’t have to come,” Rain says softly. He’s at the edge of the dock now, arms folded over it, almost touching Dew’s knees. Dew looks down at him. “I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry—”

“No,” Dew puts his coffee down on the dock, he shifts, stretching out to lay on his belly so he’s face to face with Rain. He puts his warm hands over Rain’s ice-cold arms and squeezes. “I wanted to.”

Rain’s brows furrow down like he thinks Dew is lying to him. Dew shuffles forward enough to presses his forehead to Rain’s, wet hair slipping over his skin, he presses warm dry lips to Rain’s forehead.

Rain tastes like the sea.

It makes Dew want to scream.

“When you’re done with your swim I have something for you.”

Rain pulls back, eyebrows raising. “Dew—”

Dew shoves at his arms, trying to dislodge him from the dock. “Don’t get weird about it.”

“But you don’t—”

“If you don’t shut up I’m not giving it to you.”

Rain watches him warily. Dew doesn’t blame him. Dew pushes at his arms again. “Come on. Hurry up. It’s cold out here.”

Rain rolls his eyes and pushes off of the dock, disappearing into the depths again. Dew pushes himself back up to sitting. He grabs his coffee. He dips his toes into the water. Cold like always. He curls his feet up under his thighs. He finishes his coffee as the sunrises. When Rain emerges the dew has burned off the grass and everything is bright and green and awake.

Rain dries himself off, his gills disappear as he pulls his glamor back in place. Dew mourns the loss of them, reaching up to touch the place where they vanished as Rain pulls his sweatpants back on.

“Come on,” Dew laces his fingers with Rain’s and pulls him toward the Abbey. “Before everyone wakes up and makes a big deal out of this.”

“It is a big deal you know?” Rain says matching Dew’s stride, giving him a sideways glance.

“Shut up.”

“Dewdrop—”

“Rain. Don’t take this the wrong way. I don’t fucking like summoning days. That’s not changing.”

“Then what—”

“Dunno. I like you? I like watching someone else enjoy water the way I used to. I’m not thinking about it any more than that.”

Rain frowns. Propelled—always—by an inherent need to help Dew out. To fix the ever present hole in his chest. To figure out how to patch him up and make this right. Dew waves him off.

“Just let me give you a fucking present. It’s probably never going to happen again.” Rain stands in the doorway to Dew’s room, hair dripping onto the hardwood as Dew rummages through his top desk drawer.

“Satanas, Rainy. Come in here and close the door,” he snaps just as his fingers graze over cool chain and warm stone nestled beneath. Rain listens, closing the door softly, still looking at Dew like something’s gone terribly wrong. Dew curls his fist around the stone, feels the warmth beating through it. Something like nerves crawls through his chest, into his stomach.

When was the last time he gave anyone a gift?

Ifrit.

He bites down on the inside of his cheek, forces that thought out of his mind.

“You might hate it.” Dew says softly, holding his clenched fist out for Rain. Rain opens his palm beneath it. And Dew opens his fingers one at a time. Cool silver chain pooling through his fingers into Rain’s outstretched hand. The stone falls last, trapped between Dew’s fingers for just a second longer than it should be.

Rain uncoils the necklace, lays it out over his palm. The fire opal resting against his wrist. Rain drags his finger over it. It flickers, either in the dim light, or with the magic Dew forced into it to keep it warm.

“It’s warm,” Rain breathes.

“Yeah. Water’s cold. Wanted you to always have something to warm you up.”

Rain looks up at him, cerulean eyes brimming. Dew shakes his head. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Dew did you—”

“Yeah. Made it. For you,” he says voice stilted. “There’s a jewelry conspiracy this year. They’ve been talking about it since you bought those earrings on tour. So, expect a lot of it. I just wanted…” Dew shakes his head. “Saw the opal and I couldn’t—I had to.”

Rain curls the necklace into his fist and throws himself at Dew. He’s cold and wet, and Dew isn’t expecting any of it. They land in a heap on Dew’s bed. Rain pressing his face into the side of Dew’s, lips grazing over his cheek bone. “Dew—”

“Don’t you dare tell anyone.”

“They’ll see it.”

“Make something up. I don’t need them in here throwing a party because I did something.” Dew’s look is withering. Rain kisses him, soft and sweet on his lips.

He holds his fist, clenched around the opal, over his heart as he looks at Dew, a grin tugging on his lips. “Not a word. I promise.”

Dew pulls him down into a kiss.

They’re very late for breakfast.