#mentioned aether/dew and cirrus/cumulus

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 2: Morning Routines

Mushy May put together by the wonderful @forlorn-crows

A typical morning on the Skeleta tour for Dew and Cirrus. The teeniest, tiniest bit of angst and suggestiveness, but mostly 1k of Dew being soft to his ghirls.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Dew’s eyes flick open. He stares up at a nondescript hotel ceiling. He doesn’t need to check the time to know there are five more minutes until the alarm on his phone goes off.

He doesn’t move. Takes a deep breath and prays silently, thanking the Prince for the sin of sloth before doing anything else.

Dew’s not alone in this bed, a weight resting against his side and at the very center of his chest. He cranes his neck to watch Cirrus sleep where she’s tucked into the crook of his arm, her breath coming in little cool puffs against Dew’s sternum. He doesn’t want to wake her, but they have places to be soon. And besides, it’ll be a nicer wake up call than a blaring alarm.

He cards spindly fingers through Cirrus’s pin straight hair, marveling at how the navy strands catch the sunlight leaking in and cast iridescent. “Mornin’, pretty bird,” he whispers, kicking up into a low purr. He reaches over with his free arm and shuts off his alarm.

Cirrus shifts, groaning as she stretches her legs. “Don’t wanna get up,” she mumbles, eyes not yet open.

“I know,” he purrs. Dew never once stops the motion of his hand in her hair. “But Papa’s going to have our heads if we’re not on time.”

“Five more minutes?” she pleads. Dew cranes his neck again to kiss right between her horns.

“I’d let you, but last time I did, it turned into twenty and we almost missed the bus, pretty raven,” he says. He yawns, pearly fangs on full display. He wouldn’t mind the extra sleep in an actual bed, but he’s promised himself that he’d be the responsible one. “Come on, baby, up and at ‘em. The sooner you get showered, the sooner we can go have breakfast and call Cue and Aeth.”

The promise of talking to her mate does the trick, and Cirrus stretches out fully before sitting up with a groan. Dew hates pulling that card, but he knows how each member of his pack ticks and will use every trick in the book. Dew follows her up, kicking the scratchy bedding down to the foot of the bed as he stretches and licks his lips. He opens the blackout curtains, casting the room in brilliant bright light.

Cirrus rummages through her bags, the hem of one of Mountain’s shirts riding up to show the edge of her boxers and the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs as she leans over the second, untouched bed. Dew watches unashamedly as he undoes the braid he’d put in his hair in after showering backstage last night. They’re both creatures of lust, he cannot be blamed. And the wink Cirrus throws him as she heads to the bathroom is the cherry on top.

Despite the obvious interest, there’s no time for anything remotely close to fun. They’d both been too exhausted to even consider going at it last night. Dew dresses in a band shirt he thinks originally belonged to Rain, hops and jumps and pulls at his too-skinny skinny jeans as Cirrus showers in the other room. He prays that the room below him has no occupants.

Next, he peers at himself in the mirror by the door. With hair as straight as Cirrus’s normally, sleeping with it damp and braided tight leaves it a frizzy mess. He brushes it out as thoroughly as he can before tying it up in a neat bun at the nape of his neck.

The shower shuts off, and Dew rolls his shoulders, wincing as one protests a little at the motion. He makes a note to talk to Aeon later and stretch more often to avoid aggravating the old injury.

Cirrus steps out of the bathroom, hair wrung out and hanging down her back over her shirt, leaving a large splotch of damp fabric. Her brow furrows when she sees the look on Dew’s face.

“You good, firecracker?” She asks, tossing her pajamas back into her bag to deal with later.

“Nothing worse than normal,” Dew replies easily, smoothing a hand back over his hair. “You ready?”

Cirrus pulls out the desk chair and sits down with her back to Dew. He smiles, walks to her and sets his warm hands on her shoulders; she visibly relaxes under the heat. “Thank you, Dew,” she says, and Dew does not like hearing the note of sorrow in her tone. He knows who usually does this for her. He leans over and kisses her temple.

“Don’t thank me,” he whispers, carding his fingers through her hair. The heat starts to dry the damp strands. “You’re my pack, I will happily do this for you.”

Cirrus nods slightly, not enough to tug at Dew’s grip on her hair. Those deft, thin fingers start to braid, gathering all of her blue black hair into one braid. His element leaves each strand completely dry.

Dew prays again, silently as he works. Thanks the Prince for his pride. When he reaches the end of her hair, tying it off with a black elastic he’s kept around his wrist, does he speak aloud. “Nema,” he breathes.

Cirrus echoes. He doesn’t need to ask for what she’d been praying for.

She stands and takes a deep breath. Her glamour slips over her like the shimmer of air in summer heat. Dew is quick to copy her. “Is it breakfast time, raven?” he asks, offering her his elbow like an old fashioned gentleman.

It makes her laugh as she slips her arm into his, which is all Dew can hope for.

“Let’s go get breakfast. And coffee,” she says, smiling brightly and nudging his temple with hers.

“And coffee,” Dew agrees with a yawn. They unlock the hotel door. Dew makes sure he has his wallet in his pocket before it latches behind them on their search for food and caffeine and, most importantly, the rest of their pack.

[sovaghoul]

IF THE GHOULS HAD TO PICK HUMAN NAMES: A SHITPOST

Swiss: Christopher

Dew: Dusty

Aether: Seth

Rain: Ryan

Mountain: Monty

Phantom: Tommy

Cirrus: Cassie

Cumulus: Corryn

Mist: Margaret (NO nicknames)

Sunshine: Sunny

Aurora: (no change)

Ifrit: Frederick

Ivy: Ivan

Omega: Melvin

Zephyr: Zak 🤭

[haunted-girlyy]

Rain is a species of water ghoul that lives so deep in the sea where no light exists. Therefore, his eyes are more or less useless.

Rain was blind.

Well, he wasn't completely blind, but the few, shadowy outlines he could make out through his pale blue eyes were hardly worth mentioning. At least not if sister Imperator had anything to do with it. She had been more than angry when Rain was presented to her after his summoning. What kind of idiot summons a deep sea ghoul, she had asked loudly, but it had been a rhetorical question. Everyone knew that it had been Copia and that it had never been his goal to summon a deep sea ghoul. The eyesight of deep sea ghouls was extremely poor due to the lack of light.

But now Rain was here and luckily for him, Dewdrop had decimated the number of siblings of sin to such an extent during a fit of rage a few days earlier that sister Imperator refrained from sacrificing another sister of sin to summon a new ghoul. For every soul summoned from the pit, it demanded a tribute - another soul in exchange.

In any case, the other ghouls tried to get Rain settled in quickly, walked the stage with him before the concerts so that he could get a rough overview, and showed him the way with small touches.

Nevertheless, he stumbled over a few steps at his first performance, which earned him the name Rain. Quite ironic, since he had never felt a drop of rain on his dark blue skin before.

In the darkness that always enveloped Rain and made him feel isolated from the world around him, Dewdrop was his anchor, his metaphorical ray of light.

During year zero, Dewdrop pressed himself up behind him and used the moment to whisper directions with the exact number of steps in his ear while he put his hand around Rain's throat and squeezed gently. When they played square hammer, Rain often reached out to Dewdrop, stroked his elbow with his slender fingers and then felt further along Dew's waist and back. On the one hand, he used it for orientation, but at the same time Rain also enjoyed feeling the warm body of the fire ghoul under his fingertips.

But the other ghouls also always tried to help Rain.

They were his eyes.

If he was a bit lost on the stage because he didn't know where to go, Swiss would often put an arm around him or pull him into a hug while gently moving him in the right direction. Rain was much more aware of the smallest touches, as if his body was compensating for his blindness by strengthening his other senses.

Cirrus would call him back with a soft chirp when he stepped too close to the edge of the stage and Aether often took his hand.

After the concert, when it was time to say goodbye to the raging audience, Rain only had to stretch out a hand and someone would grab it and pull him to the right place.

When Phantom was finally summoned, he spent a lot of time in Rain's bunk questioning him. Later, Phantom would tell his newly acquired knowledge to Swiss, Aether or Cumulus - depending on who was nearby and listening to his chatter. Rain says that it is so dark in the deep sea that you can't see anything there. Not even if you had a flashlight, explained Phantom, for example, while Rain lay pressed close to Mountain in the bunk and listened happily. He liked that Phantom never pitied him for his blindness, but said everything that was on the tip of his tongue directly and without a filter.

Of course, Phantom was also very keen to help Rain - regardless of whether Rain really needed the help or not.

For example, Phantom did not let himself be dissuaded from helping Rain change and carefully examining and stroking the water ghoul's bluish skin. A grin appeared on Rain's pretty face every time the quintessence ghoul dropped everything as soon as he noticed Rain getting dressed or undressed. He enjoyed Phantom's overzealousness.

Just as he enjoyed it when Dewdrop lured him into the wrong bunk on the tour bus. It was a game between them when Dewdrop promised Rain that he would take him to his bunk and pulled him behind him towards the beds.

And Rain counted the steps. 20 steps from the stairs to his bunk. And 8 steps further to Dew's bunk. Are you sure this is my bunk, Rain would taunt as he pressed his lips against Dew's jaw. And Dewdrop would reply each time that it was the right bed.

And as soon as Rain's zipper zip, another warm body would squeeze into the bunk. Hi Rainy, it's just me, Phantom would inform him each time, which Rain acknowledged with a slight snort. As if he hadn't already recognized Phantom by his smell, his steps and the way his greedy hands made their way directly under Rain's clothes.

[geasthewritingrat]

Omg wait, Swiss who can't tell anyone he loves them?? Swiss who gets real confused cause he knows he loves his pack but he just can't say those three little words :(

CW - mentions of sex, fear of love, fear of rejection

Pronouns used; he/him Swiss, Mountain, Dew | she/her Sunshine, Cirrus, Aurora | it/they/she Solaris/Umbra | they/them Rain | they/he Phantom | she/they Cumulus | he/they Aether

It's Rain that says it first, though that part's not much of a surprise. They'd always been more in touch with their emotions than the rest of the pack - Swiss and Dew theorise that's why they're allowed into ghoulette night when they're not. No, what surprised Swiss was how hearing them say it made his ears ring and brain feel like TV static. It was said so casually, as if it was the easiest sentence in the world. He didn't even know what response he gave - years later, Rain would gently tell him that he'd just let out a pathetic little whimpered squeak - but he hated the frown it brought to Rain's face. He'd fled, then, dashing into shadows while his heart raced so hard and fast he worried it'd explode.

Cumulus had been next, curled up on the sofa with the multi ghoul, idly chatting about everything and nothing. Anything that piqued their interests, really, until the topic of what Rain had said just so happened to come up. Of course Rain had told her, they were a pack, they didn't keep secrets! But the change in conversation had Swiss shifting, a movement so subtle it went unnoticed by his favourite little ghoulette until she'd uttered the same words Rain had. His throat felt tight the second they started their sentence, his breathing a choked gasp as soon as she'd finished. He'd been long gone before she even realised he'd moved, his habit of keeping eyes on every exit finally coming in handy.

He really hadn't ever expected Dewdrop of all ghouls to be the next in line to confess. They'd been going at it all night, brutal at first to get rid of all the energy they'd had building up all week, but then things took a softer turn. Dew had wormed his hands up to Swiss' cheeks, pulling him down to rest their foreheads together as he whimpered so softly. Poor guy could barely form words, let alone string a whole sentence together - but he managed it, gasped out an "I love you", and Swiss bit his lip so hard it bled, sinking his fangs in deep. That was the first time he'd ever left without aftercare, and fuck did it make him drop hard.

Mountain had been more pissed off than Swiss had ever seen when he'd said it, fangs bared and scent filled with such an intense anger that just a whiff of it made Swiss' head spin. He'd yelled at him for a while; cursing him for leaving Dewdrop, lecturing him for fleeing from Cumulus, snapping at him for making tears well in Rain's eyes. And Swiss just took it, listened to each bitter, biting word as if he, too, felt like he deserved it.

Cirrus didn't even say it. She traced the words into his skin with her pretty, clawed fingertips during one of their pack movie nights. It'd made Swiss tense immediately, sweat beading at his brow with each letter pressed into the flesh of his arm. But he couldn't move. Aether was laying against him, running his own fingers up and down Swiss' arm as they kept him in place on the sofa. Like he knew Cirrus' plan. If he had it in his panicked mind to focus, he'd've noticed that Aether had been tracing the exact same words in the language of the Pit. He ended up disassociating the rest of the movie, going on autopilot and returning to his room alone after it'd finished.

After she'd been summoned, Aurora latched onto him like a moth to a flame, always seeking him out and trying to get close to him. She'd babbled to Sunny one night about her love and admiration for her fellow multi, trying to find a way to tell him that was unique to the way she felt for him. When Sunny told her, with watery eyes, that the confession she'd given had been met with a stuttered apology and the turn of a body so fast that it'd left her hair a windblown mess, she refused to believe it. And when she did the same, she watched hopelessly as Swiss stumbled in his haste to get up, claws still wet with the fresh coat of paint and multicoloured hearts smearing against everything he touched.

Phantom hadn't lasted long, either. He said it repeatedly, sprinkled into every conversation while trying not to take it personally as Swiss dissolved into shadow each and every time he heard the beginnings of the confession. In all honesty, they'd've continued to say it even if they had taken it to heart - that's just the kind of ghoul he was. He loved and loved and loved, needing to share it with the ghoul he looked up to most, even if the multi could never believe them.

Hells, he couldn't even believe Solaris nor Umbra as they whispered those taunting words to him in the tourbus. It'd spoken so softly, their voice carried along a light breeze as they watched Swiss playing a game on his phone. He'd tried not to let it show that he'd heard it, hoping and praying to his beloved Sathanas that they hadn't noticed the way his shoulders tensed or the way his tail went so completely still, but she did. She did, she noticed, and it used their twin tails to form a heart every time Swiss walked past.

[mak-be-ghouled]

The Sound of the End of Day

2.1k Words of Angst/comfort

Mountain/Dew (and a bit of Aether)

Terzo, Copia, and other ghouls mentioned

A huge thank you to @nastylittleghouls and @divine-misfortune for their thoughts under this post:)

the tittle being from Monstrance Clock only felt right

When Copia is lifted by the Skeleton Dancers during Dance Macabre, Mountain and Dew are taken back to one of the worst days in their time topside. 

They had officially made it to the final leg of the Re-Imperatour.  

Unfathomable hours were poured into rehearsals long before the tour was even announced. Any one of the ghouls could've played the show forwards, backwards, and in their sleep. They knew the order by heart, had already performed it more times than they cared to count. 

But this one was special, Papa was adamant about how important the shows in LA would be, and the ghouls were determined to do their part for their Papa. Hell, they even had choreography coordinated with real dancers. 

And so, more rehearsals were called, plugging in the Chamber Ghoulettes and the Skeleton Dancers. Sure, the ghouls weren't exactly used to sharing the stage with so many others, but they couldn't deny the sheer talent of the new additions. They rehearsed until every moving part was perfect. Until they were certain there would be no surprises. 

But something about the crowd’s screaming, the blinding lights, the shadowy figures, the music, the lift.  

The fucking lift.  

Mountain and Dew hadn't made the connection until now.  

The audience screamed, their Papa was in the air, and the music was still going.  

But Mountain and Dew were back on that dammed stage. 

That Gothenburg stage where they were promised they’d never have to return to. That stage where they saw their former Papa for the last time. That stage where Terzo was ripped from them before they even processed what was going on. That stage that haunted their nightmares and the darkest corners of their minds.  

Papa was in the air and Mountain was stuck behind his kit. He was frozen, just like last time. Just like he had sworn he wouldn't allow himself to do ever again. It's a wonder he only stalled for a moment. Straining to focus on Rain’s base line, to keep up. His head was swimming and he was drowning. 

And yet, no one else seemed phased. Swiss was still singing, still dancing--well moving his hips in a way that could maybe be interpreted as dancing. Aurora and Cumulus were still singing and dancing together, mimicking the Skeletons from earlier. Phantom was still working the audience as always. Cirrus was still playing. Rain still stood strong, was still in time. 

But Dew.  

Dew saw it too. The moment Papa was in the air his eyes fled to Aether. But Aether wasn't there. Aether wasn't on tour. There wasn't anyone to run after Copia. Dew’s heart stutters as he scans the stage. 

Finally, his eyes land on Mountain. Just like they had that night.  

Dew was certain they’d lost another Papa. He turned to run backstage. To follow those shadowy figures this time. To do what he hadn't then. What he beats himself up for not doing. What fuels that nagging voice in his mind.  

Dew is in auto pilot. He’s straining to find tempo again. To find the right notes on his bass. Dew’s hands are shaking so hard he's not sure any of the notes he's played in the last minute have been even remotely correct. He doesn't recognize the song anymore; this isn't Monstrance Clock and his bass feel wrong. Too Small. Too Light. 

Dew sees the fear behind Mountains eyes. Knows it's the same fear that is clouding his vision too. Dew watches Mountain shake his head, desperately trying to clear the fog.  

After what feels like an eternity Mountain returns Dew's gaze. Mountain gives him a firm nod and a half smile. It's so incredibly forced but that doesn't matter. Not right now. Somehow it makes everything okay. Confirms that Mountain saw it too.  

That it's not real this time. Papa is okay this time. He won't have to watch Aether run after him this time. He won’t have to run after them both this time.  

Finally, Dew can feel his hands again and The Forum isn't spinning quite so fast. He looks down. He’s not holding a bass. Fucking of course he isn't, he's got his guitar in his hands. He thinks he might hear Dance Macabre echoing in his mind. But it's so distant. A dream maybe? This certainly wouldn't be the first dream Dew’s had of this moment. 

And then, everything goes quiet. Copia is back on the ground. He isn't shouting or fighting. He’s singing. The crowd isn't screaming in fear, they're cheering. Those shadowy figures have disappeared. The Skeleton Dancers are still surrounding Copia, but he's still there. Still standing. Copia isn't being dragged off the stage kicking and screaming. He’s safe. He’s alive. 

Mountain can barely hold his drumsticks and Dew is sure he would've dropped his guitar if it wasn't for the strap on his shoulder. They shoot each other a final glance before Square Hammer starts. Before they have to pretend like they didn't just watch their Papa get pulled from the stage, leaving them helpless.  

And yet, by the looks on everyone else's faces, they hadn't. No one seems to care.  

Dew’s stomach twists and he's positive he's going to throw up. 

Mountain’s not much better, swaying slightly behind his kit, dizzy. 

They want nothing more than for this fucking show to be over with. To know that their Papa is okay. That they didn't fail him again. To call Aether.  

As soon as Copia finishes his farewell speech, Mountain and Dew are flanking his sides. This isn't their normal spots for bows, but they have to be around Copia right now. To hold his hand. To know that he's alright. They don't want to overwhelm him. They don't want to do anything too drastic; they know how important this show is for him. But they have to know he’s okay. They pull Copia into a bone cracking hug, and while Copia appreciates their affection, something neither Dew nor Mountain are particularly fond of sharing in front of this many people, he can't help but wonder what has prompted it. 

The ride to the hotel is a blur. Mountain vaguely remembers Cirrus’s questioning glance and Swiss’s hand on his back, leading him towards the bus. 

Dew thinks he hears Rain’s voice send comments and compliments his way, the beginning of a call and response of sort, a habit they’d fallen into after Rain’s first ritual. But this time Dew’s response is just a nod, hardly even perceptible had Rain not been burning holes into him with his stare since he caught whiff of Dew’s distress during Dance Macabre.  

When they arrive at the hotel, Dew is a bit more present. Asking Copia to ensure he and Mountain room together. He reassures the pack that him and Mountain are okay. Drained, but okay.  

He tries his hardest to guide Mountain to their room. To be the life preserver he knows Mountain needs right now. But fuck does he need one too.  

He feels bad calling Aether without checking what time it is over there, but doesn't even have the time to consider anything else before his arms are moving on their own accord. Pulling out his phone and finding Aether’s contact. Mountain needs Aether right now. Dew needs Aether right now. 

Dew knew how much Mountain still thought about that night. Mountain had confided in Dew shortly after it.  

In The Pits, Mountain was ridiculed for being a plant-specialized Earth Giant. Others thought that made him soft, pointless. Earth Giants were meant to be geological, what good would a giant with a knack for plants be, that job was for the little ones. 

Mountain was paralyzed with fear. He was stuck behind his drum kit. Forced to watch as Terzo disappeared. He was helpless. Years of working on himself, his self-image, his confidence, flushed down the drain in that single moment. Again, Mountain began to wonder if they were correct. Maybe he really was soft. Useless. A sorry excuse for an Earth Giant.  

“Hi Sweet Thing. You with us?” 

Mountain is ripped from his thoughts as he hears Aether's voice. It’s crackly and a bit robotic through the speakers of Dew’s phone, but it is undeniably Aether.  

“Hmm?” 

Mountain hums, his eyes finally focusing on something for the first time in hours. 

Dew is holding his phone in front of his face, Aether is dimly lit on the other end, smiling softly at them. 

“There he is.” 

Aether's eyes light up as Mountain acknowledges him for the first time since he'd answered Dew's call.

“Wasn't right without you Aeth. Fuck. Kept looking around for you. Imagined you running after him”  

Dew laughs dryly to himself but tears fill his eyes. 

Aether wishes he could just crawl through the screen and hold his boys. He knows how much they love Copia, how much Terzo's death affected them. How much it affected himself. But he’s on the other side of the fucking world, so he just hopes his words and presence, even if though a phone screen, can provide them enough comfort to get some rest before they have to do this all over again tomorrow. Without him. Again.  

“I know baby, I'm so sorry. Wish I was there too”  

Aether smiles sadly though the phone. 

“Guess neither of us made too big a fool of ourselves though, maybe those pointless rehearsals weren't so pointless”  

Dew tries to joke, but Aether can see right through him. 

“Why didn't I see it?” 

Mountain mumbles into the space between Dew’s neck and shoulder that he’s crammed himself into. 

“What was that Hun?” 

Dew asks, rubbing the back of Mountain’s head where his hair had been tied back for the show. 

“The lift, I mean why didn’t I see it before. We practiced--Satan knows how many times-- just like you said, and I never once thought anything of it until tonight. Why'd it have to hit me in the middle of a fucking show. Probably made a dumbass of myself up there loosing time during the second to last song of the night... Was supposed to be perfect for Papa.”  

Mountain whispers the last part, but Dew and Aether are still able to catch it.  

Dew pulls Mountain closer to himself and Aether’s heart breaks, longing to reach out, to whisk those worries away. 

“Mountain, I didn't make the connection until tonight either. It was different. I dunno how, but it... was.”  

Dew silently curses himself for his lack of explanation, he knows that's what Mountain needs right now. Mountain needs logic. Something that tells him why something happened so he can avoid it next time. But truthfully Dew doesn't know. He doesn't know why tonight was different, but it was, and it fucked him up too. 

“I'm sure it had something to do with the crowd and the stage lights. I remember those helmets; you can't see shit in ‘em. Hearing people screaming, being blinded and burned by those lights, watching someone you care about, who holds the same title, in the same spot as one of the most traumatic events of your time topside. That’s probably why it was different. I know that doesn't change anything, but it does make a difference.”  

Aether adds.  

And logically Mountain knows Dew is right, that Aether is right. That it was different. But he still hates himself for faltering, even if no one else noticed.  

“Plus, I'm sure if you really did mess up, anything noticeably at least, we all would've gotten a smartass text from Swiss. I'm thinking something along the lines of ‘The All-Mighty Mountain Crumbles at the Sight of a Dangerously Handsome Multi's Hips"  

Aether jokes while drawing a rectangle in the air with his hands, mimicking a news headline, hoping to bring his mates back down to Earth.  

Dew giggles, a genuine giggle and Mountain huffs out a laugh. It isn't much, he knows that, but Aether has never been prouder of himself.  

They talk for a bit longer, until Mountain and Dew’s minds have cleared a bit and their eyes have returned to that deep forest green and the vibrant copper and ocean blue Aether had fallen so in love with, before any of this mattered.  

Mountain and Dew finally settle into their bed. Their position is awkward at best but they’re comfortable. They're Here. They have each other. Copia is alright. They're alright.  

And that's all that matters right now. 

All that can matter right now. 

[cosmicseafoam]

You can't just tag that one mindvirus post as Phantom and not elaborate 👀

😇

I’ve talked about it a teeny little bit before but haven’t gone super in depth. Sorry this got so long lmao

CW for dubcon mentions.

I think phantom absolutely uses their quint powers for evil. It’s all pre-discussed and consensual, and certain ghouls have agreed to not know when they’re going to use it.

Aether and Omega both think it’ll be impossible for phantom to take them down. They’re much bigger than bug, and they’ve been around a lot longer. Plus they know bug doesn’t pay much attention in their lessons, comes across as uninterested in harnessing their skills. But the look of fear that flashes across Aethers face when he sees just how quickly Phantom weaves their magic into Omegas brain will fuel their orgasms for the next Millenia. Now sometimes when they're having infirmary meetings, Phantom will locks eyes with Aether and smirk as they gently ghost a fingertip over Omegas neck and let a tiny bit of quintessence slip in just to smell the panic and arousal.

Swiss can feel it as it happens but loves not knowing when it'll be. Can feel the lightning crackle through his blood, can see the lavender haze swirl across his vision before it takes over. He likes it when Phantom takes it slow and teases him with it, they both like that Swiss pretends to put up a fight about it. As if the small amount of quintessence he harnesses could ever be a match against Phantom. Sometimes Phantom likes to give him an out of body experience, uses him like a doll while all Swiss can do is watch on. Sometimes Phantom likes to make him hyper aware of his actions but completely out of control. This is how it all started, really. So sure of themselves but too nervous to ask Swiss to be rough. To make Phantom take everything he was willing to give. So they pumped him full of quintessence, laughed at the confusion on Swiss' face and sighed. "Oh no, please don't hurt me. Please please you can't cum in me I'll get pregnant. No, please, don't." All while making Swiss manhandle them like a ragdoll.

Rain hasn't let Phantom use it on him yet, but will gladly join in while they pump Dewdrop full of quintessence. Sometimes Dew just desperately needs to get out of his own head, and Phantom is more than happy to help him with that. Will lean him back to chest on their lap, slender hand gently wrapped around his throat until his eyes glaze over into a soft purple. Will hold him there and softly stroke across his stomach and chest, holding Dews legs open with their own while Rain eats him out before Rain takes turns fucking them both with his tentacle.

I think the first time Rain ever lets Phantom use their quintessence on him is when his clutch comes early and he NEEDS to lay them but Dew is away with Papa on important abbey business but Rain is too embarrassed to ask outright. Comes to Phantom with tears in his eyes, places Phantoms fingertips onto his temple and they know exactly what he needs. Takes Rain back to his nest and pumps quintessence into his skull until Rain has them pinned with their legs to their chest, telling Phantom to "fucking take it" and their eyes roll back in their head at the feeling of Rain emptying his eggs into them.

The first time they use it on Cumulus is so she'll fully seat herself on their face, happy to be used as a toy for her pleasure. The first time they use it on Cirrus, it's to lull her into an almost sleep, interlocking their legs together and rubbing their little t dick against her clit but not letting her cum for hours. The first time they use it on both of them together is just because they want to watch the girls fight for dominance. Phantom isn't even involved, just watching to the side as they wrestle each other, trying to get the other to submit for long enough to pin the other down and fuck them with a quint strap.

Turns out, Mountain is actually the hardest ghoul for Phantom to take over so they HAVE to do it when Mountain is blissfully unaware. Typically sneaking into the greenhouse when Mount has been out there too long, snakes their skinny arms around his waist and underneath his singlet, pumping as much quintessence into him as quickly as possible before he realises it's happening. Phantom has gotten in trouble for many broken pots this way but it's worth it to watch Mountain lose control of his glamour, growing impossibly huge and pinning Phantom to the dirt, fucking them until they can't take it anymore.

To me, Phantom and Aurora are siblings so they only ever use it for really childish things like a classic "stop hitting yourself" or when Aurora pours the last of Phantoms favourite cereal but Phantom wants to take it without a fight.

[halexxsam]

Mushy May: Day 9 - Lazy Days

Thanks to @forlorn-crows for putting together mushy may! Calendar here. Divider from @wrathofrats.

words: 201

characters: phantom/swiss/aether/dew/rain/mountain (mentions of cirrus, cumulus, and aurora).

Phantom woke up surrounded by his pack. They were all piled together in the common room, blankets and pillows thrown everywhere. It was pack movie night and they had spent all night watching the classics. Now, the credits were still rolling on, a small static coming from the tv. 

He was held down by Swiss, an arm draped over his chest, keeping him tucked by his side. On Phantom’s other side was Aether, who also had an arm over him, as his hand was intertwined with Swiss’. Besides Aether was Dewdrop, who had his face buried into the quintessence ghouls back. Rain and Mountain were off on the other side of the couch, Rain laying across Mountain’s lap. 

Craning his neck, Phantom noticed the girls had retreated to the huge bean bag in the corner, the three of them curled so closely together he couldn’t make out where one started and one ended. He smiled, closing his eyes again and nesting into Swiss, pushing his head into his shoulder like a cat. He let out a soft and happy purr, causing Swiss to tighten his grip and pull him in even closer.

Thank Satan they didn’t have anywhere to be today. 

[sentientgolfball]

A prompt for you if you want :]

⁵⁰⁾ “you can be a little rougher, y’know. i’m not exactly delicate.”

Phantom/Aether

eheehehehe enjoy some Phantom/Aether first time together

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Tags: mean Aeth, irresponsible use of quintessence, knot mention

This is not what Phantom expected when he finally got Aether alone. 

“Taking me so well love bug”. 

The sweetness was almost sickening. Don’t get them wrong, they loved the tender stuff as much as the next ghoul but they wanted something else from Aether. Just about everyone in the pack had recounted their encounters with Aether to him and Phantom wanted a taste. Dew and Mountain had been adamant Aeth could turn your brain off faster than you could blink. Rain and Swiss told all about his ability to literally turn your brain off, making you a pliant little toy for him to use. Cirrus and Cumulus told them the magic words to get him riled up. 

Phantom had followed the air ghoulettes’ instructions perfectly and it had worked. Phantom had gotten up to get more snacks for the movie and Aether had followed. He slipped them his tongue for only a moment before insisting they go to his room. Phantom couldn’t have been more excited to finally have his turn with Aether. They wondered what he would do to them, cock getting chubby the more they thought about it. 

It threw him off when Aether undressed him slowly, kissing every branch of his lichtenberg figure scars, chuckling when some quint sparked at him. He shrugged it off though, assuming Aether was just warming them up. 

Warming them up yeah right. 

Aether had so very carefully worked his fingers into him, taking his sweet time. He kept their lips pressed together through the whole process, drinking down every soft whimper from Phantom. When Aeth had brought the head of his thick cock to their waiting hole they had thought this was finally it. They’d see the side of him that they had been dying to experience. 

Aether pushed into him slowly cooing soft praises and wiping the tears from Phantom’s eyes when he winced at the stretch. 

“Oh love you’re doing so good for me” Aether pulled out and thrust back in just as gently as when he started. 

Phantom couldn’t help the whine that slipped past their lips. For Satan’s sake it was still Aether even if this wasn’t what he was looking for. He let Aeth hump away, closing his eyes and curling his hands in his hair. He tried so hard to focus on how good Aether felt, but his mind was still wandering. He was so far gone in his own fantasies he hadn’t noticed Aether had almost entirely stopped moving, grinding lazily against his hips. Fuck they couldn’t take this anymore. 

“You can be rough, you know. I’m not exactly delicate” they breathed out. 

Aether stopped moving entirely. He chuckled lowly, planting a kiss on their skin before sitting up from where he was buried in their neck. The look in his eyes made Phantom suck in a breath. 

“Took you long enough.” 

“Wh…what?” 

“To be fair you lasted longer than I expected.” 

Phantom looked him dumbfounded. 

“Do you really think I didn’t notice the little game you were playing all week? We’re quintessence ghouls Phantom and you haven’t learned enough to be able to block me out.” 

“I don’t uh I don’t know what you mean” they swallow hard, blush creeping on their face. 

“Please. Don’t lie to me and don’t you dare think about backing out now. Too late for that love bug.” 

Phantom tries to stammer out a response but the second they open their mouth they can feel Aether in their mind. They go boneless before they can even think to push back, tongue lolling out of their mouth. They try to move anything but the only thing that cooperates is their eyes. Aether leans over him, placing his hands on either side of his head on the mattress. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to come to me, little buggy. I’ve been dying to see how far I can really push the body. It’ll be so much easier since I can hear you” Aether taps the quintessence symbol on their chest. 

They try to moan when Aether bends them in half, shoving his thick cock into their ass as deep as possible. Nothing comes out of their mouth. 

“Real fucking bendy aren’t you?” 

Aether immediately pounds into them, brutally bouncing against them. Phantom’s eyes flick up to watch, it’s all they can fucking do. The sight of Aether staring at where their bodies meet, growling low with sweat glistening in his hairline makes his cock kick. 

Oh so that can still move. 

Just as Aether had promised, he practically experiments with Phantom. He bends him in every way he can think, even trying to get him to suck his own dick at one point. He couldn’t do it but he got real fucking close. Now Aeth has Phantom in his lap, cock shoved down his throat. He’s been using his mouth for the past…however long it’s been Phantom didn’t even know anymore. There was not a single thought in his mind except for Aether. Their eyes flicked up to look at him through their lashes and he grinned at them. 

“You’ve been so good all night, how about a little treat?” 

Aether shoved his knot passed their lips, gripping the back of their head while he came down their throat. Phantom would’ve came when the taste hit his tongue, but Aeth made sure that was impossible. He dick was so hard and he’s sure he would’ve came at least three times by now if it wasn’t for the amount of quint Aether was pouring into him. His scars hadn’t stopped glowing for the last ten minutes. 

“Once this goes down we’re gonna see if you can take my whole hand, how does that sound love bug?” 

Phantom projected his affirmation into Aether’s mind. The older quint smiled, petting at his cheek to feel his knot inside. Phantom would have to thank Cirrus and Cumulus later for teaching him the tricks.

[thehypnone]

HYPNONE!!!

Can we get your thoughts on phantom tummy 🙏 if you have any

if I have ANY??? bestie i have a looooot i love phantom tummy!!! you get half ficlet half ramble about phantummy because i love it and have evil thoughts about it heheheh its partially nsfw... piss and breeding kinda mention

The ghouls probably didn’t know Phantom had a tummy, really, in the first place. He’s not a total noodle like Rain, Dew or Mountain. He’s not soft and squishy like Aether or Swiss. What he is is kinda the best of both worlds, if you ask me. And you did, so now deal with it.

Anyway, so between Phantom’s summoning and the tour there wasn’t much time to… explore, and then the tour itself was a one big workout, so it took time for the phantummy to really make an appearance. Once it does, everyone is crazy about it.

It’s a cute little thing, just a pudge but it can—and does—make others lose their damn minds, and the cock having ones hard, way more often than it would be considered normal.

Some of them can be normal about it about… 50% of the time, at best. Those would be Cumulus, Cirrus, Aether and, surprisingly, Dewdrop. He’s just too attached to the swummy, you know, he feels like he’s cheating. But they are the ones that can still behave when Phantom wears a crop top or anything that puts them at risk of the phantummy exposure. It’s deadly *wink*

Cumulus loves to paint it red and purple with bite marks when she sucks Phantom off so good he’s crying, but then also she’ll nuzzle her face into it and lick him apologetically. It tickles.

Cirrus likes teasing him by humping his tummy instead of sitting on his cock when she ties him up to the bed heheh

Aether just likes to grab it and squish it and leave it bruised with the shape of his fingers. Whether it's during sexy time or just cuddles he must have his hands on the phantummy.

Dewdrop is similar, for him it's kind of a stim toy. He loves to bite, though. Not like Cumulus, he just likes to sink his teeth in and hold. Oral fixation who?

The middle of the spectrum is taken by Swiss, Aurora, Sunny and Rain.

Swiss gets turned on by the existence of that thing alone. He can’t explain it. Before Phantom he never understood why everyone was so obsessed with his own belly… now he does. It's just hot. He likes to hold it in his big hands when he spoons Phantom from behind and squish it. Also when he fucks him from behind. Would hump it, too.

For Aurora it's literally just a sex toy what can I say. The entirety of Phantom is, but the tummy is just top tier. She’ll lick it, bite it, hump it, knead it, literally whatever, but her favorite thing to do is dress Phantom up in some pretty tight lingerie that makes it get squished and spill around the elastic bands and lace just so.

Sunny just wants rut her cock against it. That’s kinda it. It became one of her favorite sex things in general to do after all that time with Aether when the rest was on tour.

Rain is a freak, I think we all know it by now. He treats Phantom’s tummy like a third boob, making it as sensitive, somehow. He’ll hump it too, gladly, but his favorite is to piss on it and watch it spill down that bit of fat. Also the piss collecting in his belly button <3

The least normal about it is Mountain. Oh boy… he’s insane. Phantom flashes him with his tummy for a millisecond and Mountain’s so hard it hurts before his brain even catches up to what his eyes saw. He has no idea what’s so hot about it but he’s truly crazy. If he gets riled up enough as he fucks Phantom, the sight alone or the feel of the softness under his hands is enough to make him cum. What fucks him up the best is the way that tummy looks with his cock buried balls deep in Phantom. The bulge is so big and Mountain will fuck his knot and his load into him as many times as he’ll let him just to watch it grow. After they’re done, the big guy has to sleep with his face in it. This alone can be aftercare for him. He wraps his lanky limbs around Phantom’s leg and uses his tummy like a pillow. 9 times out of 10 in those situations Phantom will be woken up to Mountain humping his leg and whining into his tummy. He doesn’t complain.

[ashthewaterghoul]

The Ghouls’ Love Languages!

Ft. My ramblings.

Entirely based on my personal hc’s and bullshit.

We have Aether, Cumulus, Aurora, Mountain, Rain, Phantom, Swiss, Dew, Cirrus, Sunshine.

Minor NSFW for Swiss and Cirrus.

Enjoy✨ (below the cut)

Aether - Words of Affirmation

He loves to tell you everything he loves about you. He’ll always know the perfect string of words to describe just how ethereally beautiful you are, how much he values you in his life and how much he will always want to do for you. To him, you are as gorgeous as a Greek statue, a renaissance painting, an angel sent from heaven just for him (if that’s even possible for hellspawn). He’ll describe how lost he can get in the colour of your eyes, and never shut up about how cute your cheeks look when you smile. This man talks about you like the dictionary is going out of circulation. Even while you’re asleep next to him, he’ll babble about how much he loves you, hoping it’ll worm it’s way into your dreams.

Cumulus - Quality Time

She loves to just be present with you. It can be a cozy night in, snuggling while watching a movie, or having a day out and doing something fun, she’ll be there if you are. She loves being in the same room as you, hearing your voice, seeing your pretty face, inhaling your scent. The entire time she’ll be snapping candid photos of the two of you, saving them to add to her ever-growing photo wall. She’ll ask you to help her put the photos up, spending even more time with you as you memorialise even more of your time together. Then she’ll point out her favourites, noting what you said yours were so she can plan even more dates that she knows you’ll love.

Aurora - Gift Giving

She will remember everything you’ve ever told her and work for up to months to curate the perfect gift. It doesn’t even have to be any special occasion, it could be a regular Tuesday and she’ll leave you something on your doorstep. She’ll buy random things that remind her of you, other times she’ll work tirelessly to craft something perfect. She also enlists the help of the pack, either for their own talents or doing some recon for her. A random conversation with Rain about your favourite chocolate, then next week she gives you a box of them. You just so happened to mention to Mountain one day your favourite flowers and she gets you a bouquet of them not too long after. Your smile as you get your presents is what she adores.

Mountain - Acts of Service

This man lives to serve you. Ask him anything, and he’ll do it if it makes you happy. It could literally just be getting something from across the room and he’ll get it with a spring in his step. He’ll also always take the initiative to do things himself. He’ll make your favourite meals at the drop of a hat, take items off you as you walk down a corridor, help you with little tasks as you go about your day. You said once how much you like to sit in the forest and watch the wildlife, and this man made a whole damn bench and cushion so you could sit comfortably. A personal favourite is making you tea early in the morning, he’ll choose a blend just for you, and make it at the perfect time so it’ll be your preferred temperature when you wake up.

Rain - Gift Giving

It’s a Water Ghoul thing really. He will go to any body of water, swim as far down as he can go, and retrive bounties for you. Strands of seaweed, shells, pebbles, even gemstones in certain bodies of water. He particularly loves trying to find perfectly smooth and round stones to give to you, often spending hours in the bottom of the lake while he gathers up as many as he can find. He also digs up some of the clay, and turns it into bespoke little pottery pieces. When you travel, he’ll go swimming and find something. He’ll label it so you never forget where it came from. He’ll always make sure to dry off what he finds as well so your shelves or other belongings don’t get ruined by the moisture.

Phantom - Physical Touch

This boy loves to cuddle. They’ll give you a specific look with a tilt of their head, and you know exactly what they want. You will never be able to find it within you to resist the way their face lights up as you open your arms. They’ll snuggle right against you, and when they feel most comfortable and safe, they’ll embrace their inner cat and start making biscuits, kneading usually along your stomach, or sometimes your chest or thighs. Any morsel of your touch they can get, they’ll eat it up like a man starved. They love to hold your hand, rest their chin on your shoulder, put their head in your lap as you play with their hair. They’ll kiss every part of you they can reach and loves when you do the same. They also love to harmlessly bite those they love. They know they’re clingy, but it’s so adorable you know you would never complain.

Swiss - Acts of Service

Whatever he can do you make you feel good, he will do it. With Swiss being Swiss, this is often sexual, but refuses to do anything for himself until he knows you’ve had your own satisfaction. He loves to take his time with good aftercare as well. He’ll run a bath with some gorgeously scented bubble bath and clean you off as you relax together. He can also do things without the sexual motivation, and will happily do what makes your life easier. Your favourite pants ripped? Well he knows how to sew so he’ll fix them in no time. You’re not happy because someone stole the last of your favourite snack? He’ll run out to the store himself, delivery takes too long and the Sibling that goes out and does the grocery shop never gets the exact one you like. If you only smile once in a day, he’ll make sure it was because of him and something he did.

Dew - Gift Giving

It’s definitely a remnant from his Water Ghoul days, but he knows no other way. His ability to get the treasures at the bottom of the lake is long gone, so it’s not always as gorgeous as Rain’s gifts, but the amount of care that goes into it more than makes up for it. He has a few things left over from when he was a Water Ghoul, but he guards them with his life. When he really trusts someone, accepting them wholly into his life, he’ll separate with one of his treasures. It was a milestone when he just opened the box and let you look, so you cried on the day he gave you a stone from that collection. He also just likes to buy random things that remind him of you, and hope you understand what reference he was trying to make. If you forget, he’ll tell the story and when you remember, his face lights up in a specific and rarely seen smile.

Cirrus - Acts Of Service

Anything to make you happy and feel good, she’s on it. She knows how tense you get, so she loves to welcome you home after a long day with a warm meal, and she’ll rub the tension from your shoulders as you ramble. Mentally, she’s planning what she can do to resolve what’s bothering you. She’ll set your favourite pyjamas out and make your room as cozy as possible so you can relax. Any small favour or task and she will do it. You could ask her to count how many grains of rice are in the cupboard and she would do it if she knew it would help you. Like Swiss, she also shows a lot of her care through sexual acts, but there’s just as much tenderness there as well. She’ll dote on you for your every whim and need and won’t complain for a single second.

Sunshine - Quality Time

Two words. Craft dates. Sunny loves them. She’ll pay if you don’t have enough because she loves to make things, and she loves the memories she makes with them. Pottery, painting, knitting, whatever you can think of, she’ll do it with you. There’s a specific shelf in her room with all the things she’s made on dates with you, and every time she makes something new, she’ll get you to help her find somewhere for it. She doesn’t really need the help, she just finds it easier to be herself around you. You’ve seen her walk people through the collection and most of the time she’s just talking about you and what you made rather than her own creation. Every time she sees something new online, she’s ordered the supplies or finds a location and is getting your free time all for her.

[dewedup]

love is blind (ghoul edition):

- swiss changes his voice every time he talks with someone and creates a new personality for every person he meets

- mountain falls asleep during a date with cumulus, but it really should be taken as a compliment that her voice is so melodic and soothing it lulled him into slumber

- aurora refuses another date with cirrus because she only ever wants to play the games in the pods with an aggressive competitiveness (and aurora hasn’t won a single one yet)

- dew clicks with rain in a matter of seconds, knows it’s the ghoul for him and demands to see him immediately, the coordinators try to explain the rules to him again, but in a fit of rage at being denied his future mate, dew burns down the wall between the pods to get to rain, the water ghoul apologizes profusely, greatly contrasting with the look of pride on his face

- aether is ready to call it quits when phantom mentions a ghoulette he met with earlier in the day, someone he thinks aether will click with, and that’s how he ends up meeting sunshine and instantly falls horn over heels

[geasthewritingrat]

Chapter 3 - Lonesome Nights

Chapter 1 - Tumblr AO3

TW - mentions of possible self harm, no comfort, mentions of sex.

He loved his pack. He really, really loved them. Each and every one of his packmates had a place in his heart, cushioned with love and admiration. That's probably why I'm here alone instead of with them, he thought to himself, picking idly at the skin around his fingernails. Mountain would huff and lecture him about that later, he knows, and a flash of guilty shame rolled down his spine when he realised that he liked the thought of his favourite earth ghoul whining about the state he'd left his fingers in.

Still, Mountain wasn't in the room with him right now, and so he picked at loose skin until tiny drops of blood beaded at the surface, drawing a hiss of pain from bloody, bitten lips. When had he started to gnaw at them? He didn't even know. But now, after realising he'd been chewing up the already chapped surface, he just couldn't stop. The pain was almost as addicting as the metallic taste of blood - a feral little feeling Dewdrop had introduced to him years ago, indulging his every sick fantasy with a cruel smirk and a smug, knowing look in his eyes.

He thought back at the day now done, grabbing his tatty looking journal and a pen almost out of ink. It'd gone about as smoothly as Swiss needed it to have gone - which is not very - and he flipped through worn pages until he found the long entries for the ghouls he'd annoyed that day;

Somehow, he'd managed to piss off Mountain before they'd even gotten out of bed. They'd woken up together, tangled so peacefully in one another's warm embrace, until Swiss had gotten fed up of resting, feeling energy bubble up and build inside him. The poor earth ghoul barely even had time to fully open his eyes before Swiss had been pestering him, running his mouth like he usually does. Mountain had ended up sitting between Cirrus and Cumulus for breakfast, ignoring the multi ghoul's kicked puppy dog looks.

Just before lunch, he'd decided to set his sights on Dew. He'd been feeling a little fuzzy and needed something to knock him out of the weird headspace he kept finding himself in recently. The little guy was already fuming about some petty thing between him and Aether, fuck knows what, and so Swiss swooped in to selfishly push Dew over that edge and into the bubbling inferno of his anger. So what if Swiss intentionally leaned into Dew's claws and fangs, letting them sink a little deeper than they usually did? Dew didn't seem to care - or even notice - and if anyone else did, they didn't comment on it.

The pack was supposed to have had a movie night that evening, curled up together after a nice, warm meal. But Swiss had been restless all day, energy building inside him as his mind slipped in awful thoughts of pure self-deprecation, and so he struggled to sit still while everyone else had been settling down. It wasn't that bad initially; Cumulus had thrown a few pieces of popcorn at him, Rain had offered to massage his scalp to calm him down, and even Mountain had tried to pull him into his arms, hoping to comfort the multi ghoul through touch like he always did.

That's probably where his breaking point had been, now that he looks back on it. The second the earth ghoul's arms had wrapped around him, Swiss had panicked, listening all too much to the negativity his brain was spitting at him. He didn't deserve to be comforted, he was actively ruining the experience for everyone else, he shouldn't be held so delicately! And so he bit down hard, tail lashing as he squirmed away from Mountain.

It'd taken him a moment to realise not only what he'd done, but also the reaction it'd gotten him. Nobody looked too happy with him, but there was clear concern in every gaze. He didn't want concern! He wanted anger, white-hot and brutal!

In the end, he decided to mark that final entry in the section of his journal dedicated to his failures.

[ravenssilver]

welcome back to raven indulging in her need for torturing their favs.

aka—300 words of insomniac aeon mulling in his thoughts.

(just a small dose this time)

cw: insomnia, the slightest mention of dew’s transformation trauma, and aeon having self doubts.

under the cut, if you please<3

Sleep was a distant memory to Aeon.

He lied awake, staring up at Swiss’ bunk above him as the tour bus rolled along the highway. The young ghoul listened to Mountain’s deep snores, Rain’s quiet hums as he shifted, Cumulus’ small murmurs as her dreams played in her mind.

Aeon dreamed of the rest he may get if he slept—though, he knew the nightmares that would plague him if he dared to close his eyes.

The placebo suffocation of elemental change he felt through the ether waves from Dew, the loneliness from Cirrus, the stress wafting in the air all the way from Copia’s room. Or the shared anxiety of not fitting in from Aurora—a feeling that he knew far too well.

Maybe it was the fear of never being able to save all of his packmates that kept him awake. Or the feeling that he would never be enough, that the expectations were far too high due to his predecessor.

Aeon sighed and rolled over, watching the privacy curtain that hid Dew sway with each small adjustment he made.

The quint wondered how much Dew hated the sight of Aeon’s bunk. The quintessential swirl marked it as his—or, as Dew knew it, Aether’s.

Aeon and the fire ghoul were on better terms, maybe even friends if Dew let Aeon get close on stage, but Aeon knew the resentment that was in his heart—the young quint felt it.

Granted, it was a lesser amount than when Aeon was first summoned. But it was the feeling that plagued his thoughts, made him wonder if it was just Dew that subconsciously thought that Aeon wasn’t enough.

Aeon rolled over again, now facing the wall of his bunk.

Time would have to tell, he supposed.

[halexxsam]

Mushy May: Day 5 - Love at First Sight

wrote this a bit ago but it was just too cute not to include for mushy may! Prompts created by @forlorn-crows, calendar here! Divider from @wrathofrats!

words: 1,708

characters: phantom, dew, rain, aether, mountain, swiss, aurora, cumulus, cirrus, copia (brief mentions of sister imperator)

It was the day of a summoning, a new quintessence ghoul for the Ministry. Aether was starting to feel tired, not knowing how many tours he had left in him before he retired to help in the Abbey’s infirmary. It was a hard time for his pack when Aether announced he would be retiring soon, but he reassured them he would still be there, waiting at the Ministry for their return.

Papa requested that the entire pack be present at the new ghouls summoning, the arrival of a new quintessence ghoul was always a bit more difficult than any other elemental arrival. The ghouls, especially Dew, were not happy about Aether not joining them on tour anymore. But nevertheless, the pack couldn’t not be there as a new ghoul was summoned, it wasn’t in their nature to abandon a new member.

Their papa was there, at the head of the summoning pit. The ghouls all circled around, their formation making it impossible for anyone to see where the new ghoul would appear. They were all in their outfits, masks on and hands clasped behind their back. Aether and Mountain were next to Papa, Dew on Aether’s other side, and Swiss on Mountains. As the oldest members of the pack, it was their responsibility to support Papa in the summoning ritual. 

Rain, Aurora, Cumulus, and Cirrus completed the circle, clasping their hands together. Papa started the chant, the summoning circle turning a quintessence purple. The air turned musky, a hellish heat setting upon them. The floor beneath them groaned, the pack all looking at each other with wide eyes. This was it, the new ghoul was making their way up. 

In a haze of lilac smoke, a small body appeared in front of them, curled around itself. Papa finished his chant, the smoke dissipated. The ghoul was small, almost too small, really. Aether made a move towards him, but the ghoul made a soft, scared sound. 

Dew rushed in front of his mate, stopping him. “Do you smell that?” He asked, looking around at all of his pack. “Kit.” 

Copia stepped closer to the mated pair. “Dew,” he said cautiously, “what do you mean?” 

Dew leaned closer to the smaller ghoul, hands hovering over them. “Aeth,” he whined out, “it’s still a kit.” Dew wouldn’t take his eyes off him, hands itching to grab at the ghoul and hold him. 

“We call children kits, papa. He looks to still be a teenager, by human standards. He might only be three hundred years old.” 

At that, the pack started to growl, a warning signal to the human members of the clery that now was not the time to come close to them and try and get a peak at the new summon. A kit had all the ghouls on edge, their hackles raised. It didn’t matter that Sister Imperator was yelling at Copia, berating him for summoning a child. This kit was theirs now, it wasn’t going anywhere. 

Dew leaned down, “Hi there,” he murmured, “My name is Dew, what’s yours?” 

The young ghoul whined, eyes peering up at Dew. “Phantom,” he whispered. 

“Phantom, that's a beautiful name.” Dew trilled out, “Can I touch you, honey?”

Phantom nodded, and Dew was quick to scoop the small ghoul in his arms. “Aeth, gimme the robe.” 

Wrapping up the ghoul, Dew finally got a look at him. He was very young, his face still soft and pure. His eyes were purple, his hair was a dark black and it curled just right to hide most of his face. Aether made to grab Phantom in his arms, but Dew let out a low growl, one of protection. His mate got the message. 

“Alright, we’re going back to our den, now.” Aether commanded, “Formation around Dew and Phantom.” 

Immediately, Mountain stood behind Dew, guarding his back. Aether gathered on Dew’s side, Swiss on his other. Rain stood in front of Swiss, Cirrus mimicking him and standing in front of Aether. Cumulus and Aurora stood at the front, offering protection to Phantom in Dew’s arms, but also being the shortest allowed Mountain to see ahead. Together, they moved as one, never stepping out of tune until they were secure in their den. 

Dew rushed to the nest they had, placing Phantom down. Rain came over and brought a soft shirt and some sweatpants, looking towards Dew for guidance. 

Ghouls were born naked, and if given the chance, they died naked too. In hell, wearing clothes wasn’t something everyone did, it being a sign of reluctance or as a way to spite Lucifer himself. It was also, to put it simply, way to fucking hot for clothes. Only while being topside did the ghouls realize the importance of clothing. Which is why they had to dress Phantom, not for themselves, but for when Sister Imperator would barge into their den, demanding to see if the ritual costs were worth it. They had to impress her. Phantom had to be ready. 

Dew grabbed the clothes from Rain, thanking him quietly. “Hey, bug,” he started, “you think you can put these on for me?” 

The ghoul whined, looking at Dew through his dark hair. Dew smiled, “Here, I’ll help you.” 

He grabbed the shirt, shucking it up his arms and grasping the neck hole, fitting it over Phantom, helping him pull his arms through too. Dew watched as the ghoul pulled at the shirt, clearly unhappy with it. 

Dew let out a soft laugh. “I think you’re going to fit in just fine around here, bug.” 

He helped him slip on the sweatpants, that bit going surprisingly easier than the shirt. Now dressed, the rest of the ghouls made their way over to him. 

Rain came up first. He crouched down, hooking his head on Dew’s shoulder. “Hi, Phantom. My name's Rain, I’m a water ghoul.” The small ghoul chirped, looking up at him slowly. With no sign of distress from Phantom, Rain joined him and Dew on the couch. 

Next, Cumulus and Cirrus approached. Aurora stood behind them, this being her first time watching someone get summoned. They were greatly accepted by Phantom, the soft energy the girls gave out was comforting to him. 

Mountain came up next, but was stopped by Swiss. “Big guy, I love you, we all do, but you're intimidating even with your glamor on. You’re terrifying right now.” Mountain growled out, but he knew he was right. With his glamor, Mountain was still the tallest in the band, not quite as buff as Swiss or Aether, but he was tall and lanky. But without his glamor, Mountain was almost seven feet tall, his horns as sharp as a thorn, his size casting a shadow upon anyone next to him. 

“Let me go first, you stand behind me. We don’t want to scare the poor thing.” Swiss crept up to them on the couch. “Hi there, my name is Swiss.” When Phantom went to look up at him, he found Mountain’s eyes instead. It made him whine and hide his face in Dew’s side. 

“Hey, honey, it’s alright. This is Mountain, our earth ghoul. He means no harm, I promise you. We call him our gentle giant.” Swiss grabbed him, pulling him to his knees, making him appear smaller. 

Phantom refused to look up, too scared to look and see someone towering over him. Mountain was sad, he knew his height scared people, but he never wanted to scare a new summon, especially a kit. He closed his eyes, pulling on his element until a purple tulip grew from his palm. He offered it to Phantom, a gift. 

“Bug, look,” Dew said, ruffling his hair. Phantom peered up, his eyes brightened when he saw the flower. Hesitantly, he reached up to grab the flower from him. 

“It’s for you, honeysuckle. I made it just for you.” Mountain said, smiling greatly at the ghoul. 

Swiss grabbed Mountain, pulling him onto the couch. There was only one ghoul left, Aether. He wanted to go last, deciding that it might be best for the other ghouls to introduce themselves before he revealed he was also quintessence. Though, if Phantom was old enough, he might have been able to smell his magic already. 

Phantom started to nod off, the stress of leaving Hell and meeting so many new people made him tired. But he knew from the summoning circle that there was one more ghoul left to meet. 

“My name is Aether, I am quintessence, just like you.” 

That made Phantom look up completely, making eye contact with the older ghoul. But Phantom might be young, but he knew how packs worked. He knew that it was one element per pack, that it didn’t work well when ghouls of the same pack shared elements. He whined out, now fearing being sent back. 

“Sh, calm down, dear. You’re not going anywhere. You are here to stay,” Aether said, “I’m the one that’s leaving.” 

It was all too much for Phantom, his scent turning to show that. He smelled tired and small, like one more piece of information might send him spiraling. 

“Aeth, let’s let him sleep. We can talk later.” Dew said, grabbing his mate’s hand, pulling him to the couch. At the quiet, Phantom started to fall asleep, something like a purr coming from him. Dew chirped, pulling Phantom closer to him. The ghouls are pushed together, coming to surround their kit. 

When Copia came into the den a few hours later, followed by a pissed off Imperator, they were met with the sight of the ghouls curled protectively around Phantom. He was almost completely hidden from their view, just the top of his head peeking out. In an unexpected move, Imperator stepped closer to the ghouls, almost close enough to reach out and grab him away from his new pack. Copia felt his blood go cold at her action, and let out an almost ghoul-like growl. Sister Imperator jerked back, looking at Copia with wide eyes. 

“Don’t touch him,” He seethed out, “They will kill you.” 

Sister Imperator went to laugh, but was cut short by a different voice. 

“I wouldn’t even think twice about it. You never take a kit from its pack,” Mountain growled.

[moldycantaloupe]

Mushy May Day 4

First Aid

Pairing; Mountain/Gen

Rating; E for Everyone

Cw; injury, mentions of blood

Mountain, despite what those would think, was a clumsy, clumsy ghoul. His long limbs always found ways to get him into trouble, whether it be a minor scrape or a major crash. He tried to be elegant in his movements, but he was unfortunately anything but. But his pack would always tend to his wounds.

A calm morning in the greenhouse, the humid air just right for Rain to stay and help Mountain with watering and maintaining the plants. They were in the process of inspecting a tomato leaf when they heard a quiet hiss from the workstation and whipped around.

Mountain had his index finger stuffed between his lips, no doubt trying to suck whatever blood was bleeding through. Rain stood with a grunt and walked over. Without a word, they took his hand into theirs and reached for the small box strewn to the side.

“Rainy, I can take care of a paper cut,” Mountain chuckled.

“I know.” They inspected the cut with soft eyes before getting to work on bandaging it up, and Mountain let them.

In the chapel, just after Evening Mass, Mountain stayed behind to help Cirrus and Cumulus pack up for the night. He stood at the grand piano while the girls were talking together about something, either gossip or work-related. He eyed the keys and pressed into a couple, letting the notes ring out into the giant room. Unknown to him, or to anyone, the hood was just barely teetering on closing and chose that moment to fall flat on his fingers. He yelped and pulled them away, his pulse already beating in the tips of them.

Both ghoulettes rushed to his side in an instant, cooing over him and mourning for his pain. He could almost find it comical how they were acting if he were in any better shape. They kissed at his fingers, promising to make them feel better. He wasn’t sure how they would manage to do that, but he trusted the two.

Waking in the middle of the night with a dry mouth, brain not processing the fact that he was wrapped in blankets and promptly falling to the ground on his stomach, groaning and suddenly very awake.

Swiss sat up from the bed seconds after, bleary eyes squinting down at him. “Mount…?”

“It’s all good,” Mountain kicked the blankets off of him with a curse. Swiss crawled over the side of the bed, a faint smile on his lips.

“You sure?” Swiss asked, amusement in his tone.

Mountain didn’t respond but instead stood to his full height with another groan, bones cracking into place. Swiss reached out with a heavy arm and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him close to the bed and into his face.

Mountain let out an airy laugh, “What are you doing, Swiss?”

Swiss’ response was muffled against his bare stomach, the vibrations tickling him. He could feel his lips attempting to kiss his skin and suddenly all the pain was practically gone.

Soon the kissing became too ticklish and he tried to push the Multi away. “C’mon, I need water.”

Swiss only pulled him in closer. Oh, well.

Mountain cooking dinner for the pack one night, and his brain clearly somewhere far as he worked. He grabbed the handle to the skillet and immediately cursed, his hand red hot and burning.

Aurora and Phantom screeched with him as they watched it happen, alerting the whole den. Before Mountain could really react, Dew was on him in seconds, guiding his hand to the sink and flipping it to the coldest water. For once, the old pipes during winter served useful.

Mountain was huffing as he watched Dew, his panicked eyes not matching Dew’s calm ones. The fire ghoul turned to the two young ones and motioned with his head.

“Go get Aether, tell him to bring the burn kit.” He directed. The two scattered off towards the front door, yelling for the quint. Mountain could laugh if he wasn’t in so much pain.

Dew turned back to him, an ever present frown on his lips. “The fuck happened, dirt boy?”

“Wasn’t paying attention,” Mountain hissed as his nerves pulsed, “obviously.”

“Obviously.” Dew echoed back.

Aether came in with two panicked ghouls in tow, a med box in hand. He worked quickly on Mountain’s hand while Dew focused on not letting dinner burn. Mountain sighed in utter relief when he applied the cooling gel, his nerves finally calming down.

“Thanks, guys,” he muttered.

Both Dew and Aether shrugged. Aurora and Phantom nodded in unison.

Dinner that night was full of laughter and talkative ghouls, the newer ones seemed to have jumped back to their excited selves. Every once in a while Aether or Dew would lean over to check his hand, sometimes kiss it. Mountain blushed each time.

[sentientgolfball]

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK (re: phantom/aether ficlet) YOU CANT JUST THROW A BUNCH OF MY FAVE KINKS INTO ONE FICLET THEN SAY THIS

AND END IT THERE OH MY GOD ELABORATE??? PLEAS MAKE PART TWO AND ELABORATE IM LITERALLY BEGGING YOU ON MY KNEES RN

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Tags: mean Aeth, irresponsible use of quintessence, knot mention

Aether shoved his knot passed their lips, gripping the back of their head while he came down their throat. Phantom would’ve came when the taste hit his tongue, but Aeth made sure that was impossible. He dick was so hard and he’s sure he would’ve came at least three times by now if it wasn’t for the amount of quint Aether was pouring into him. His scars hadn’t stopped glowing for the last ten minutes. 

“Once this goes down we’re gonna see if you can take my whole hand, how does that sound love bug?” 

Phantom projected his affirmation into Aether’s mind. The older quint smiled, petting at his cheek to feel his knot inside. Phantom would have to thank Cirrus and Cumulus later for teaching him the tricks. 

When his knot finally deflates, Aether pulls out of his mouth and gives him a moment to breathe. There’s still not a single part of his body Phantom can move except for his eyes. He feels floaty, like he’s watching everything Aether is doing to his body through a window. He can’t even moan when Aeth flips him over and prodes a finger into his ass, vocal chords completely paralyzed. Aether gets the idea though, the connection between their quintessence making every thought and feeling as clear as day. 

When Aether slides a second finger in Phantom’s dick twitches. He wishes more than anything Aether would let him cum. They’ve been at this for what feels like hours now. But Aether’s not done yet. And if Aether isn’t done then Phantom isn’t done. 

“You’ve been so good for me. Taking everything I’ve given you” Aether curls his fingers. 

Phantom’s eyes flutter and he instinctively tries to buck back against him, but his hips don’t even twitch. 

“It’s amazing what the body can do with a little bit of help isn’t it? I could teach you so much” Aether slides his fingers out of his ass only to shove a third one in. 

Phantom practically begs over their connection. What for he has no idea anymore. His whole world right now is Aether. He can feel him in every crevice in his mind, can feel his touch lighting up every nerve in his body. He thinks he’d like that, knowing the tricks Aether does. Phantom knows the pack sure as hell would love it. The idea of Rain or Dew or Mountain begging him to fuck them like this sends a wave of pleasure through him. Aether laughs low when he feels it shudder through him. 

“Yea love bug is that what you want? Maybe some other night. This one’s for me.” 

Aether slips a fourth finger into them and they swear they can feel a dribble of pre leak from their cock through Aether’s control. Though when the feeling only grows he knows exactly what it is. It’s Aether’s cum trickling out of his ass, sliding down his dick and coating his thighs. 

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll fill you again when I’m finished with this.”

Ever so slowly Aether works his fifth finger into Phantom, giving a satisfied hiss when he finally gets his whole hand inside of him. He doesn’t move, giving Phantom a moment to recuperate as he focuses his quintessence on the straining muscles. He urges him to relax and Phantom is helpless to it. It doesn’t help that everything Aether feels is being echoed back through him. He wants it just as desperately as him, maybe even more given the suggestion he projects across the bond. 

“You sure you want me to do that love bug?” Aether asks, but they both know he’s already made up his mind. 

Phantom blinks at him. It’s the closest thing to a nod he can physically do. 

Aether laughs “You’re worse than Mountain.” 

He slowly uncurls one of his fingers, quickly followed by the second. He carefully scissors his fingers inside of him. He grunts when he hears Phantom whine in his mind, cock kicking in his lap and spitting a thick glob of pre. He takes his time uncurling the rest of his fingers, savoring every little noise that rattles in his head. He flexes his all five fingers and Phantom swears he saw the Hells again for a moment. Aether stays like that for a minute or an hour, Phantom’s brain too full of honey to notice anything until he feels the pressure of him carefully slipping his fist out of him. 

“Oh Hells Phantom, love bug, look at you you’re fucking gaping” Aether traces his rim with a feather light touch. 

“You’re going to be ruined for anyone else. Fuck I don’t even think my knot will catch” he pauses and hums thoughtfully “I guess there’s only one way to find out though.”