#mountain’s flower petnames have me DYING

[spoiledleaff]

✿ been thinking about mountain and his flower nicknames he gives everyone… my love for victorian flower language haunts me. anyways, buckle up. it’s another leaf hyperfixation :)

aether: “my little jonquil” which means ‘i desire a return of affection’, because mountain thinks that aether doesn’t bother him nearly enough or as much as the rest of the ghouls do and he wants to be bothered, damnit! also, the yellow hues complement aether’s eyes nicely, mountain thinks.

rain: “my little blue bell” (‘i will be constant’ in flower language), because mountain wants rain to know that even though he is one of the younger ghouls, their little pack would simply not be the same without him, no matter what his insecurities and awkwardness might try to tell him. this name in particular never fails to leave rain a perfectly blushing mess. also, the bulbs of this flower reminds mountain of rain’s nose.

swiss: “my sweet geranium” and “my little ivy” for geranium ivy. mountain likes to divide this nickname up, but make no mistake! it’s in reference to the same flower (meaning ‘your hand for the next dance’), and it references both swiss and mountain’s places next to each on stage and their sometimes shared shenanigans. also, the shape of this flower’s petals reminds mountain of swiss’ vape, as the slight curve and stretch of the petals remind mountain of how the fumes from swiss’ vape somehow always find him; always reaching for mountain’s lungs.

dewdrop: this one was a bit tricky, as mountain has tried numerous names in the past that dewdrop has immediately shut down, the dastardly fire ghoul somehow knowing a good deal of flower language, and the embarrassing softness behind mountain’s nicknames (perhaps from his time as a water ghoul? did he once have an interest in these things?). but, regardless, mountain has found two names that he’s been allowed to use repeatedly. “my scorched mulberry” (‘scorched’ is intended to take the place of ‘black’, so a black mulberry which means ‘i will not survive you’) and “my dear mignonette” (this one means ‘your qualities surpass your charms’), amongst some other names that dewdrop allows like “fire lily”. although that one doesn’t have much meaning besides the obvious. also, both the reaching structures of mulberry flowers and mignonette stalks remind mountain of dewdrop; always reaching towards the sun. whatever that might mean.

cirrus: “my sweet heliotrope” (meaning ‘devotion’) because no matter the height difference, mountain will always be there to willingly drop to his knees and worship the earth with which cirrus simply breathes. just as she deserves. also, the sometimes complicated scent of the heliotrope flower reminds mountain of cirrus’ own scent; complex with floral smells, but also balsamic with sweet notes.

cumulus: a personal favorite nickname of mountain’s, he adores calling her “my lovely, lovely juniper” (meaning ‘asylum; shelter’ in flower language), and it’s in reference to how much of a motherly figure/safe space cumulus is — not only for mountain — but for the rest of their polycule as well. also, the soft blue/white colors of the juniper flower reminds mountain of how cumulus’ hair shimmers underneath the moonlight.

sunshine: mountain likes to alternate between “my sweet cedar” and “my darling little maiden’s blush” (meaning ‘i live for thee’ and ‘if you do love me, you shall find me out’, respectively)the last one is certainly a mouthful, and mountain typically saves it for some very special occasions. both nicknames are in reference to their elements connections, and how the earth quite literally needs the sun in order to victoriously flourish and thrive. also, the way sunshine’s hair is so curly and vibrant in color reminds mountain of the intricate curves and structure of the maiden’s blush rose. how sweet.

copia: mountain called him “my sweet cypress” (meaning ‘mourning’, and ‘despair’) when they first met, and it’s in reference to when his brothers had been killed. now, he calls copia “my little locust” (meaning ‘affection beyond the grave’) not just for his lost brothers, but to remind copia of his forever place in the ghoul polycule. also, the fact that the tree is called a black locust, and yet it blooms a white flower reminds mountain of him. specifically his papal paint.

[zerokissingbooth]

every number but with gepard or sam drake or both, up to you

EVERY NUMBER? ARE YOU INSANE???? ok well im not listing out the questions here's the original post

gepard

forehead kisses,,, to me he's like 6'4" and i'm almost a whole foot shorter than him so it's more convenient for forehead kisses!!

hmm... neck kisses...

definitely soft and tender. his desperate kisses are just as gentle.

he likes spooning but i think when it's been a bit or he's having a rough patch he likes resting his head on my chest.. comfort in proximity

hugs from behind esp in the morning... sleepy where he hides his face in my hair as he wakes up

pancake.. likes the size different and he feels more like he has security in the hand hold :)

ideally he'd want to go to fancy places just bc i think that's how he was raised to treat a partner, but he prefers actually cooking instead!! he likes servicing :-)

accidentally keeps the relationship a secret.. he just doesn't want people to bother me !!

back massages. 100%.

he would only say "i love you" in serious moments or before going off to work with the guards... he takes the phrase very seriously (vs me who says it every other 5 sentences)

he either calls me by name or 'dear' / 'love'

just simple hand holding in public :) he probably gets a little flustered if someone makes a joke about PDA

stay at home most of the time... a nice home-made meal and something to watch is probably his ideal but he wouldn't hate a night out

both of these suggestions sound bad to me he could just take me to a cabin up in the mountains and keep me warm during the snowfall

he would have it ingrained in his head it has to be fancy so it probably would be... not loud and flashy but it definitely screams that gepard had a budget to splurge a little LOL

i think gepard would not want kids just bc fear of dying on the field and not coming back home + past trauma from his own parents mistreating him and his siblings creating a fear of 'what if i do that'... but he'd be a great uncle :)

he's demiromantic to me so it'd def be a slowburn on his half... me however i think i would have called him archangel gabriel as a pickup line and then leave out of embarrassment

he tries to maintain space in bed but he cuddles in his sleep LOL... he gives up after 3 weeks of waking up with some of my hair in his mouth

GIFTING FLOWERS 100% they're flowers he did his damnest to raise well and he's so excited about them being well grown for once

he also would value anniversaries a lot... not like huge events but makes a nicer meal than normal and buys nice wine for the night

ok i'm putting sam under the cut so it's not cluttering

sam drake

nose kisses. hes a freak

thigh kisses.. he is a freak and likes seeing me get flustered / stubbornly call him a jackass

heavy and passionate. bro was in jail for 13-15 years, he's gonna do his best to step up his game and i am the poor victim to be tested on

SPOONING!!! spooning!!!

hugs from behind bc he's a horndog but also likes the intimacy :-)

waffle!! he likes squeezing his fingers into my hand and vice versa

take-out dinners but he wouldn't be opposed for a quick run to a hole-in-the-wall

would brag to everyone like a smartass because he somehow still has game even though he was stuck in jail for like a decade

back massages also! type of dude to moan when you get to a knot in his back

says "i love you" pretty often too. since he is technically a criminal he doesn't want to risk missing the chance to say it

lots and llots of petnames... 'sweet heart' and 'pretty boy' are top of the list followed by my name and 'dear'

dude is casual pda core. arm over the shoulder, hand in my back pocket while we walk, maybe arm around my waist and keeping me close

cheap out on the town dates!! throwing rocks at cans and drinking in his shitty car or driving around on his motorbike

his ideal honeymoon is going on another treasure hunt. yes it would be to an island but hes bringing rope climbing gear picks and flashlights we are GOING to find something

definitely casual but intimate. closest friends and family only..

he does NOT want kids bro is emotionally stunted and is happy enough just being cassie's uncle

love at first sight on his side bc he's a sucker for stubborn idiots (me)

he likes both, but enjoys cuddling more. gets lonely and yearning when he has no body to sleep next to yknow

he wouldn't gift either but instead probably more antique vintage items... "hey i got you this rare 15th century snuff box" "where did you steal it from" "well."

yes but he doesn't make a show of it. treats it more like a private day alone with me, probably more into lazing in privacy and really cementing the fact he is in love

[joonieflower-archive]

Playboy!Namjoon Pt. 4

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/ Pt. 6/ Pt. 7/ Pt. 8/ Pt 9

{Warning: smut ahead!}

You’re a sweaty mess as you open the door to him, who’s standing outside in Levi’s jeans and a green long sleeved shirt, a black cap and mask keeping him from being too obvious about who he is. Which isn’t all that necessary, your apartment complex was mainly made of all kinds of celebrities who valued their privacy above everything. The security was top grade, which was why you even decided to live here.

“Hi, come on in.”  you greet him, stepping aside for him to come in. He takes off his shoes, making you smile at his Ryan socks. “Did you had a nice trip?”

“Do you know you live pretty far?” he answered instead, taking the cap and mask off as well, letting you finally see his full bare face. “How do you even manage to go to places? Do you take a cab every time? How are you not broke yet?”

You scoffed. “Of course not, I have a car. It’s that my food?”

“Yeah,” he offered you the bags, the smell making your stomach growl. “ I didn’t know what kind of cake you liked so I bought four different ones.”

You clutched your heart dramatically, wiping an invisible tear from your face. “Kim Namjoon, are you even real? You bought me four kinds of cakes?”

He smiled looking around at your apartment. The soft yellow walls adorned with different kind of plants and flowers, the pictures on the walls. He walked over to your vinyl and book collection, picking a book up and reading its title. “I like your house. I love plants.”

“Me too. I wanted to be near nature, even living in this apartment,” you explained. Then, you pointed at the tv. “Feel comfortable to roam around, watch something on Netflix or whatever., there are drinks in the fridge I need to take a shower, it’ll be quick.”

He nodded, settling himself on the couch, making a dismissive gesture with his hand.

“Take your time, don’t worry.”

You cleaned yourself thoroughly, using your favorite body wash. With a week of rest, you were looking your best, if you could be so modest. You quickly dried your hair, putting on your comfiest pair of lounge clothes. An oversize grey shirt and black leggings. You didn’t feel the need to dress up. Namjoon would understand the need to not be all made up. Wearing makeup reminded you of your job, so you just couldn’t bother. Besides, you thought, you when Namjoon were texting so much lately you felt comfortable enough to be this casual around him.

You made your way to the living room again, leaning against the couch, watching as a moody looking guy ran around a mountain and sparkled like a disco ball with a pale girl on his back. Namjoon, realizing you were there, quickly paused the movie.

“Were you watching Twilight?”

“….maybe.” he conceded, a little unwillingly. “It’s a nice movie, okay? I enjoy the aesthetic value of it.”

“Okay. that I can understand, for a second I thought you had a vampire kink. Because I’ll be honest with you, vampires are only sexy if you’re into blood play.” You say, then paused as you scrutinized him again. “You’re not into blood play, right?”

He gives you a deep sigh that is as much exasperation as amusement at the same time. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“Good.” you replied, then eyeing the box of chicken and the containers of slices of cakes on your coffee table, you continued “Because you’ve just become my favorite person, I would hate to downgrade you from that position.”

He laughs, shaking his head. Humming, you sit down. changing the movie to some random cartoon. You take a bite out of your chicken, letting out a sound of pleasure when the perfect amount of crispiness reached your taste buds.

“How can you make eating chicken look hot? People are supposed to look greasy doing that, not like they got straight out of a commercial.”

You clean your lips delicately with a napkin, smiling angelically at him. “Haven’t you heard? I’m actually an angel sent from heaven. I can show you at least 5 fan videos with that theory. And besides, I’m my group visual, it’s my job to look pretty.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if that theory was true.” he nodded, then stretching his long arms and legs until his back was curving away from the sofa, he yawns.

“You look really tired, Namjoon-ah,” you note, your mother hen side not letting the concerned go unnoticed from your voice. “Are you sure you shouldn’t be at home resting? “

He gives you another reassuring smile, his dimples showing faintly. “It’s okay, even if I went home I would be even more tired. I love the boys, but sometimes I just wish I could sleep without having to stop some ridiculous fight. And you didn’t invite me over to hear about my problems.”

“It’s okay if you want to talk about what’s bothering you. Just because we’re doing this- you know, this thing, doesn’t mean we can’t be friends and talk.” You say, smiling brightly at him. “ And I get you. It’s hard being a leader and having more responsibilities than the rest of our members, having to take care of the group image and all that. Sometimes I worry so much about them I can’t even sleep. I don’t know how you manage to take care of 6 persons, I get exhausted just with my 3 babies.”

He chuckled in agreement.Taking the napkin from your hands, he throws it in on the coffee table, patting his lap after. “C’mere.” you oblige, straddling his hips. His hands caress the sides of your thighs lightly. He leans forward, his nose nuzzling your neck. Breathing deeply. After a second, he says “This is nice, talking. And you smell nice too.”

“I just showered, that’s why” you remind him, your voice coming out lower than before as he continues to run his nose along the line of your collarbones up to the point below your ear, making you shiver. Your hands come to his shoulders to keep yourself stable. You sigh with the feeling of him leaving featherlight kisses against your jaw. “Can you just please kiss me already? You’re such a tease.”

He looks up at you, his eyes darker than before. “Sure, princess.”

He kisses you softly at first, one of his hands moving from your thighs to your hips, pushing you down on his growing erection as the other one move to cradle your head, tilting it down as he deepens the kiss, hungrier than ever before. You moan lowly into the kiss as he ruts against you, making you feel that he is fully hard now. You start moving your hips as well, making him grunt this time. breaking the kiss to watch you as you rode his hips.

His hands move from the nape of your neck to cup your jaw, the tip of his thumb sliding across your lips, swollen and red from the kiss. You move your head to catch it, sucking gently on him, swirling your tongue around. Namjoon gulps loudly, eyes glazed with lust.

“I promised you something, didn’t I?” You said, sliding down from his lap and kneeling in front of him. Smiling, you inched forward until your face was pressed against his crotch. Namjoon is already fully hard, and you mouths at the material of his jeans, feeling his cock twitch again the denim.

“You don’t have to,” he says, voice ragged as you begin sliding his zipper down, pulling his jeans and boxers down enough so that you can finally reach Namjoon’s hard and flushed cock. You wrap your fingers around the base, pumping it slowly, a drip of pre-come dripping slowly from the dark head down his shaft, making him let out a husky moan. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I want to,” You answer honestly, bringing your lips down until they’re just barely touching his head, your breath on him making Namjoon shiver in anticipation. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you let him see the need in your own face. “I’ve been dying to do this since the first time you texted me. So just let me suck your dick and be happy, let me have this. ”

You lick his head, tasting him- salty and bittersweet, with the faint smell of whatever body lotion he uses, and when you finally suck him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head, his hand come to your head and you have to resist the urge to grin smugly at the sound he lets out, needy and urgent, like he too had been waiting for this since the beginning.

Without warning, you bring your mouth down until your lips are touching your fingers, and very deliberately, you gulp, feeling his grip tighten as his hips buckle up. Slowly, you bring your head up, sucking hard, your tongue flat against the side of his cock as you do so, deepthroating him until he’s trembling, letting out deep groans of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at this,” the praise has you moaning as his hips move, fucking himself into your mouth. Hearing it, he looks at you, surprise lacing his features for a second. “Really? Praising kink?”

“Don’t kink-shame me,” you say, your hands replacing your mouth. “ It’s not my fault I like being recognized for being a good girl.”

Suddenly, his hand comes down, holding your wrist in place and stopping your movements. “Hold up, I’m gonna cum if you keep up,” he warns, chest moving rapidly with his heavy breathing. He looks at you,  you with your lips swollen, looking utterly fucked, hair disheveled and needy eyes. “And I’m not cumming before fucking you like I’ve been wanting to all this time, baby girl.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the promise in his words and at the petname.

“We should go to my room then. My bed is perfect for that.”

He smiles, big and wolfish like you’re his prey and he can’t wait to savor every piece of you. You take his hand. pulling him quickly towards the door that leads to your room. Closing the door behind him, he attacks your mouth again as you walk backward until the back of your knees are hitting the bed and he's laying you down on it, hands delicately supporting you so that you don’t fall abruptly.

“Clothes.” you manage to gasp as he kisses you. “Take off. Wanna feel your skin on mine.”

He lifts your shirt over your head, groaning when he sees you’re not wearing a bra, cupping your breast with one hand. You do the same, quickly getting rid of his shirt, hands instantly roaming through his defined stomach.

“Are you going to have some schedule where you’ll have to show your belly sometime soon?”

“What? No, I don’t think so. Why?”

It becomes clear to you why when he sucks hard at the skin of your waist, bitting and leaving a red bruise in the place of his lips. He does that till he reaches your hip bones, nipping at the skin, teasingly kissing the hem of your leggings, his fingers massaging your ass as he lifts it so he can take it off, leaving you only in your black seethrough panties.

He just looks at you for a couple of seconds, eyes absorbing you half-naked in your bed, hair sprawled around your head like a halo.

“You’re so perfect.” He finally lets out, head coming down again kissing your inner thighs. “So fucking perfect, I can’t wait to fuck you, angel. Been dreaming about this since the first time.”

You whimper at his words, lifting your hips, coaxing him to give you what you want. He complies, mouthing over your clothed sex. You let out a loud whine, telling him to just please eat you out already. Which he does, kissing your already swollen clit before he's pressing his tongue against him, flat as he licked you languidly, seeming pleased with the way you moaned as he did so. He pressed one finger inside of you, moving it in rhythm with his tongue. He sucked hard on your bud, making you whimper as he inserted another finger inside of you. His mouth left you as he watched you trembling in your bed, his hand pounding on you.

“You taste so good, angel. Do you know that? You’re being so good for me, doing so well. Come for me, baby, I want to taste you as you scream.”

“Namjoon!” you moan his name, clenching around his fingers as his mouth sucks at your pussy hard, his eyes locked with yours, watching you come undone with his mouth and fingers alone.

As you lay there, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath, he slides up until his eyes are level with yours again, moving the hair stuck to your face away with his fingers. You reach your head out for his mouth, kissing him hungrily when you see the tent in his jeans again. “There’s condoms in the top drawer.”

He reaches for it, kicking his jeans and boxers out at the same time. You lift yourself with your arms, watching him roll the condom down his length and your mouth water again.   

He settles himself between your legs, cradling your face between his hands again as he stares at you again.

“You’re really beautiful. Like, really really beautiful” he says hoarsely, his voice even more melodic than usual. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

You shiver hard in anticipation and you basically beg “Please, Joon.”  

He thrusts into you, and the stretch is so pleasurable you both moan at the same time. He tries to give you time to get used to it, but you’ve never been known for being patient, and soon after you’re moving your hips, basically riding him for underneath. The message gets across, and then he’s pounding into you, holding one of your legs over his shoulder.

“Fuck.”  you curse, biting down on your lips to avoid screaming in ecstasy as he hits your sweet spot again and again. You’re already over sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you see a new one approaching soon. “More, Joon, please. I’m almost-”

“You feel so good, angel. You take my cock so well.” he pounds harder into you, deeper, grunting into your neck. “Can you come for me again? I want to feel you coming on my cock like a good girl.”

“I’m - fuck- Namjoon!”

Your vision turns white as you climax again, losing track at what you’re saying and the volume of your voice. Namjoon’s mouth finds your again, moaning your name as he too finishes, you're still clenching yourself around him as you milk him, you both still riding the aftershocks of your orgasms.

He leans his forehead against yours. “Fuck, that was… fuck.”

You laugh, understanding completely. Getting up, he walks to your bathroom to get rid of the condom as you just stay there unable to move, just your eyes following his naked figure. He comes back with a warm damp towel, laying down next to you and cleaning all the bodily fluids that had coated you in the midst of probably the best sex of your life.

After he deems you clean enough, he pushes your pink duvet on top of you both. You turn on your side, facing him. He has a strange look on his face as he watches you attentively.

You trace his face with the tip of your fingers, since the outlines of his forehead, down to the slope of his nose, his full lips, his sharp jawline, his dimples, showing as he smiles rather shyly at you, his hands caressing softly your waist, helping ground you again on earth.

“You’re really handsome.” you hear yourself say, just like he did before he fucked you exhausted. “Are you feeling a little less stressed? Did it help?”

He nods, cheeks flushed pink faintly. “Yes, this helped. But I’m still really tired, you were right. Maybe I should go home.”

You lift your head to look at the Totoro-shaped clock on your bedside table. “It’s past 1am, Joon. You can stay, I don’t mind. I like cuddling, though, that’s the condition. You have to be the big spoon.”

He blinks, cheeks even more blushed. “I- yeah- I like cuddles too cuddles are cool. Are you sure it’s okay if I stay? I don’t want to intrude, It's totally cool you if you don't want me to, I can call a taxi in like five  secon-.”

Snuggling closer to him, you make yourself the little spoon, bringing his arm around your waist and making him go silent in the process. In this position, you can’t see his face as you interrupt him, already sleepy. “Is okay, that was the best fuck of my life, I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning.”

He seemed to hesitate for a second, but then you can feel his nose nuzzle your hair. “Okay then, goodnight angel.”

Almost sleeping, you reply with a Goodnight Joonie. or at least you think you do, too exhausted to keep being coherent. You fall asleep with his arms around you, and the smell of his musky perfume on your sheets.

Which is okay, you manage to think before giving in to unconsciousness. Because it’s just a casual thing.

Sure.

[spoiledleaff]

I saw an AO3 that you sometimes do drabble requests? could I get something kinda sweet with the names Mountain gives Dew?

yeah, of course! i assumed that by names, you meant the flowery nicknames i was blabbing about earlier, but i hope you enjoy it regardless! have some soft mountain/dew below the cut ♡

“Petunia?”

“No—“ Dewdrop growled from where his face was currently squished right up against the hard planes of Mountain’s collarbones, those stupidly long and somehow strong limbs wrapped tight around his squirming frame, his crooked tail slicing through the tension on the air with the intensity of a forest fire.

The fire’s sin had made the mistake of throwing a tantrum when he overheard Mountain indulging in those stupid, flowery nicknames he insisted on giving the rest of their close pack mates; although the exact details of why his temper so suddenly exploded like that were lost to him now. Regardless, the blatantly sickeningly sweet displays of unfiltered affection, tossed around all willy-nilly like had grated on Dewdrop’s final standing nerve, and like the asshole the earth ghoul before him fucking is; Mountain saw right through his temperamental charade.

Mountain spared one angry glance at Dewdrop’s general direction, saw something on his own seething facial features, softening his scowl before scooping the fire ghoul right up in a merciless embrace. Plopping his scrawny ass right down on the couch and whispering flowers to him in the hopes of settling on a name for Dewdrop that the little sin was comfortable with having.

And Dewdrop was, as usual, not having it.

“Acacia?” Mountain muttered again, his breath cool on the fire ghoul’s heated skin. His grip had lessened at some point through this ridiculous endeavor, the length of his claws now skirting down Dewdrop’s spine.

“That’s dumb,” Dewdrop scoffed, although of course he didn’t mean it, “‘concealed love’? Nothing ‘concealed’ about this shit. I thought your stupid pet names were supposed to be accurate? True to our vessels or whatever shit you were spouting earlier.” He huffed, his hackles raised as his scorched tail bristled at how fucking sappy Mountain’s suggestions have been so far.

Briefly, Dewdrop wonders if he went too far in his defensive lies, as the fingernails gently caressing his arched back halted almost immediately in their gestures, Mountain’s features again shifting to an unreadable expression. Every available inch of skin covering Dewdrop’s damned vessel raised with nerves and anxieties, every muscles tense as he was getting ready to claw and bite his way out of Mountain’s slackened grip and lock the door to his dormitory for the next eternity. Maybe burn his corner of the world down to pitiful ash, or bury himself in the garden and hope the bugs with rot his mortal body quickly.

“…I didn’t know that you knew the language of flowers.” Mountain spoke, his words slow and deliberate as if afraid of catching light to Dewdrop’s already extinguished temperamental fuse.

“‘Course I do.” Dewdrop scoffed again, his chipped horn hitting against the earth ghoul’s jawline. “Why else do you think I call you fucking ‘brier boy’?”

[Envy.]

“I thought you were just making fun of me.” Mountain replied honestly, his mossy green eyes peering down at Dewdrop as if the little ghoul just told him that Nihil was the one who hung the stars up in the night sky.

“Yeah.” Dewdrop mumbled, pushing his face further against the earth ghoul’s chest in an attempt to completely hide his miserable existence. This was becoming too vulnerable; too loving a moment for the fire’s sun to properly handle. “I had a couple others too.”

Sathanas below, why would he tell on himself like this?

“You told Aether that I was a ‘golden rod’,” and Dewdrop couldn’t help with awkwardly grin at that one, briefly wishing that he had the courage to see the metaphorical gears turning in Mountain’s pretty little head, “I just thought you were complementing my dick.”

[Encouragement.]

“I mean, yeah, your dick is pretty amazing.” Dewdrop laughed, his cheeks still burning with embarrassment at having been caught out by the earth’s sin; instead choosing to deflect that feeling with awkward jokes and the choice to slam his tail continuously against Mountain’s unbothered ankles of fucking steel.

“You called me a ‘morning bride’, once, when I walked into the kitchen with Sunshine draped over my back at some god forsaken hour of the dawn.” Mountain drawled, the motions of his claws tracing incomprehensible patterns along Dewdrop’s spine once again resuming at a torturous pace that had the little sun squirming. “I thought you meant ‘morning’, like the sun, as Sunshine was fawning over me at the time because only you two get up that early.”

Dewdrop inhaled a shockingly cold breath, his own fingers digging into the susceptible material of the couch’s cushions. His tail halted against the tops of Mountain’s socks, and his head helpless to resist when one of Mountain’s dangerous claws talked at Dewdrop’s chin; the pads of his fingers lifting his chin up and out of its hiding spot of being squished against the earth ghoul’s uniform. Dewdrop choked on that breath, however, when ice blue eyes melted at the sight of sun kissed moss.

“It wasn’t ‘morning’, like the time of day.” Mountain breathed, equally breathless, his impossibly warm eyes wide in their search of a negative reaction; begging Dewdrop to scream that he’s wrong and maybe set something on fire. “You meant ‘mourning’. Like a pincushion flower.”

Dewdrop did not set anything on fire — instead choosing to lazily shrug his shoulders as if he hadn’t just been caught being the same equally insufferable goddamned sap that he had accused Mountain of being. And, in turn, Mountain fucking beamed; the pearly white of his fangs blinding in the eyes of Dewdrop’s guilt.

“A ‘mourning bride’.”

[Unfortunate attachment.]

“Sure.” Dewdrop replies easily, faking an unbothered tone of voice despite his flushed cheeks and ears.

Mountain still smiles wide, and Dewdrop resists the urge to smother the big ghoul underneath his fiery fury.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” And before Dewdrop could actually smother the earth’s sin, Mountain leaned down and sealed his lips over the smaller ghoul’s own in a well-meaning, chaste kiss.

Mountain’s stocky long tail wrapped itself around Dewdrop’s crooked one, and even when the two parted, their tails remained entwined as one of those large hands came up to rest against the backside of Dewdrop’s head. That heavy palm pushing the fire ghoul back down to properly rest his still scorching cheek against Mountain’s collarbones once more, those long fingers carding through any tangled strands of Dewdrop’s messy hair they could find.

“You’re adorable,” Mountain repeated with that big stupid, goofy grin still stretching at his thin lips, “my little scorched mulberry.”

[I will not survive you.]

And as Dewdrop nestled further against Mountain’s lean and comfortable frame, his fingers idly playing with the various seams and ruffles of the earth ghoul’s uniform, their tails still comfortably entwined together with the beginnings of a purr rumbling through Mountain’s large chest, well— he couldn’t find it in himself to complain.