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You've known Papa Primo for a thousand years. You have lived together for many-many years. Although you are not much younger than him, but your husband is worried, that he is old for you, that you will stop loving him. But on the other hand, he sees, how you look at him. Just like before. Like he's the only man in this world. Both of you are not getting any younger, and the feelings between you are no longer as hot and unbridled as before, but they have become stronger, warmer. Let it be a little difficult for you to give each other physical love, but you can talk for a long time.

The Devil's Ivy | Primo x gn!reader

I love you anon and I love this headcanon. Primo deserves all the love and affection. Also, I wrote this while sick so pls bear with me.

content: 900 words, older gn!reader, just some wholesome fluff :)

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Epipremnum aureum, the devil’s ivy, almost a decade old but still alive and thriving.

Primo has been propagating this plant for an hour now, carefully cutting the stems with his sterilized pruning shears, removing leaves, placing the cuttings in fresh water. His patience astounds you, just like his growing expertise ever since he started to properly hone in on this former niche interest of his after retiring. Watching him so focused on his hobby is beautiful; it would be much more beautiful if you weren’t seeing that big line of worry on his forehead.

You leave your reading spot on the sofa to walk over to his sunny working station by the window. If he notices you, he doesn’t let on, only setting down his latest cutting and the shears when you mold yourself into his side, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Hello, handsome,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his soft cheek.

Your husband has changed a lot over the past two decades, just like you have. The years are much more visible on him, though, a man who had to shoulder all the heavy burdens that life as a high-ranking clergy member inevitably bestowed him with. They are etched into his skin now, visible in every line on his face, every wrinkle and age spot marring his hands, the slightly crouched way in which he walks. The responsibilities, the sacrifices he made in his faith, they mark his very soul, and his stern reputation has long since faded as he grew into a confidante, a mentor for many younger clergy members. You love his growing softness, physical as well as emotional. His caring nature had drawn you in when you met him more than half a lifetime ago, especially towards his brothers, hidden under so many protective layers of authority and sometimes even cruelty. But now it is showing so clearly that you can’t help but fall deeper in love with him every single day.

“Hello, fiore mio,” he replies, wrapping a slender arm around your waist.

“I love that you picked up gardening.” You lean into him, feeling his steady warmth. “I love you, Primo.”

He smiles. “Because I bring you flowers every day?”

You smirk. “Yes. But also no.”

“I love you, too,” he says, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “What made you get up from your comfortable spot on the couch to tell your old man this?”

“That unmistakable line of worry on your forehead.”

His expression changes, softens, and you lift your hand to smooth out the very crease you’ve been speaking of. He relaxes against your touch, wrapping his other arm around you as well until you’re properly nestled up to him.

“What is it, my love?” you ask, leaning back to catch his mismatched gaze.

A soft shake of his head. “It is silly. Silly old man thoughts.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Primo sighs, his fingertips digging into your flesh ever so slightly as he tightens his grip on you. “I am old, amore– No, hush!” You close your mouth again at his scowl. “I am old, it is true. You are the best thing in my life, fiore mio. I am grateful for you every day and I want you to be happy with me always, so it is natural that I worry about this, yes? That I am too old for you?”

You smile softly, running the backs of your fingers over his cheek. “I suppose it is normal, yes.”

He takes your hand that’s still hovering close to his face and brings it to his lips. “I worry about this sometimes but then I see you like this, looking at me with such love, treating me like I am the only man in the world, like I am still young and desirable.”

“You are still desirable. And you know I’m not getting any younger either.”

He shakes his head dismissively. “Your beauty only grows every day, amore.”

You feel your cheeks heating up as he presses a tender kiss to your knuckles, then another and another until you can’t help but giggle like you did when you were young and head-over-heels in love with him. And you still are that person, in many ways, only that your love has changed, evolved from a heated, passionate intensity to this soft, lingering feeling of bliss that every action now carries. The years have not weathered your love for each other but made it stronger and the solidity of those feelings, of your trust in each other, is worth more than anything else in the world.

“I will make some tea now,” you decide. “And you take a break to sit with me for a while.”

He nods, shoulders slumping as his worries slowly leave him. “Thank you, amore.”

You smile, holding his face in your hands to look into his familiar eyes. Throughout all those years together, the excited glimmer when he sees you has never once disappeared, and you feel ever so grateful that you get to see it every single day. When you lean in to press a proper kiss to his lips, he reciprocates and keeps you close for just a little bit longer.

Maybe these moments are how you propagate your love. And with a little care and patience every now and then, you know it will thrive, just like his devil’s ivy, for many years to come.

#i’m not crying you’re crying #this is so sweet op #the band ghost #papa emeritus i

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I can’t believe it’s been a year since I put out the first chapter of Bite Back! I truly peaked with this fic, it’s only downhill from here baby.

Bite Back - Part 1

Vampire!Terzo, fake relationship, eventual smut, blood drinking, blood kink

Papa Emeritus the Third has a secret and, unfortunately, you are the latest person to find out the truth about him. You will find that this forbidden knowledge brings you closer to your Papa than you ever thought possible.

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There were rumours about the abbey that the brothers Emeritus weren’t exactly human. It started as a joke among some of the younger siblings, with no one really sure exactly how old Primo was, never mind Papa Nihil. They would call him all sorts. Some even said he and the other men of the bloodline sold their souls to the Devil for eternal life. But, as is the way with rumours, there was a hint of truth to the whispers of the siblings.

Terzo, the youngest Emeritus and the most popular among the siblings, was exceedingly charming. All he had to do was smile and every sibling in the room wouldn’t be able to tear their gaze from him. But for all his charisma, there was something dark lurking in him that was far from his devotion to the church and Satanus. He refused to let any of the siblings enter his chambers, instead having the ghouls work as his assistants and housekeepers when they weren’t out on tour. A fact that greatly disappointed many of the clergy that longed to spend some quality time with their Papa. It had also been noted that he seemed particularly sensitive to sunlight, a trait he shared with his brother Secondo, preferring to wear sunglasses most of the time he had to venture outside.

You had been watching him for quite some time. Intrigued by this new Papa who seemed so much more secretive than his brothers. Sure, you found him attractive, but it was his strange behaviour that you found most alluring. As a senior Sister of Sin, you were kept up to date with a lot of the goings on in the abbey, be it official business or just gossip whispered to you behind a hand as you stood in the chapel waiting for a service to begin. You heard all the stories about him and his brothers. How they never seemed to eat during meals, that years ago siblings had reportedly seen ghouls carrying blood soaked sheets from the papal chambers in the early hours of the morning while the rest of the abbey slept. For the most part you didn’t believe them. Especially the stories from the novices. Joining the Satanic Church can have strange effects on the psyche if you aren’t truly ready for it. But still, you couldn’t help but grow more and more curious about him after every new story and piece of gossip was repeated to you.

One morning as you waited for breakfast to begin a strange nervousness seemed to have overcome the abbey. Siblings were whispering to each other as you entered the dining hall and you couldn’t help but notice Papa’s absence as Sister Imperator stood impatiently at the head of the table, arms crossed.

“What’s going on?” You asked one of the sisters you often worked with. She turned to you with a frown on her face, usually it was her asking you that question.

“You haven’t heard? One of the novices disappeared in the middle of the night. Door locked, none of her things gone, no sign of forced entry, just vanished.”

You frowned. The current class of noviciates was fairly small and you’d gotten to know them all by name. None of them seemed the type to run away in the dead of night.

“Which one? Do you know her name?”

“It was Sara,” one of the other sisters spoke up from across the table, “the one whose parents enrolled her. She never wanted to be here in the first place, I’m not surprised she left.”

“I heard Papa caught her sneaking out, tore her to shreds like it was nothing.” Another sister hissed behind her hand at you.

“You can’t believe those stories, sister.” You laughed, but her eyes conveyed a surprising fear that told you yes, she did believe them.

Suddenly, the whispers stopped and you turned your head to see Papa walking through the doors. He was in one of his black suits instead of his full robes and his paint looked smudged around the eyes as if he had been rubbing at them. To tell the truth, he looked awful.

Sister Imperator stared daggers at him as he slowly took his place between her and Nihil at the head of the table, clearing her throat before she addressed the clergy.

“As I’m sure you’ve heard, one of our noviciates has left us. Unfortunately, she took a bad turn in the night and has been sent back home to her parents where she will be well cared for. I can only ask that you keep her in your prayers to the Dark Lord.”

A murmur started up at Imperator’s announcement. Sure, being sent home because of some serious illness explained her disappearance, but it didn’t explain why all of her belongings were still in her room. You could only hope that she was alright.

The rumours continued throughout the day as you and the siblings went about your daily chores. You overheard the class of noviciates talking about Papa and all the stories they’d been hearing, it made you roll your eyes. At least the gossip made for an interesting backing track to your long day of cleaning. You were joined by a couple of other sisters as you dusted and mopped every inch of the abbey, the whispers about Papa and the ill fated novice following you all the while.

It was late when you and the other siblings finally finished cleaning, just barely catching the tail end of dinner. Peels of laughter came from the head of the table and you looked over to see Papa with a wide smile on his face. He was talking with one of the cardinals, reclining in his chair with a glass of wine. When you saw him like this it was hard to believe people said he was a killer, so relaxed and easygoing compared to how he’d been that morning. It took a moment for you to register that his gaze had fallen on you, one eyebrow slightly raised in amusement as he watched you slowly realise that you’d been staring. Mortified, you turned your attention to your plate and tried to act like you hadn’t just been caught looking at him like that. An almost wistful look in your eyes.

That night you fell asleep the moment your body flopped down on the bed, muscles aching from the long day of work, habit still on as you lay atop the covers. You regretted it when you woke in the middle of the night shivering a little against the cold air and you hauled yourself up to get changed. As you pulled one of your warmer nightgowns over your head and smoothed down the skirt, you heard distant footsteps echoing down the hall towards your door. A hushed conversation approached with them and you were intrigued as to who would be walking the halls at this time of night.

Stepping closer to the door, you tilted your head to better hear the whispers.

“It isn’t enough, Terzo, you know that.”

Sister Imperator’s voice insisted, perhaps the most concerned you’d ever heard her.

“And still, Sister, I tell you I will not continue to feed on my own flock.” Terzo was stern and you could hear him much clearer than Imperator as he made little effort to keep quiet.

“Keep your voice down!” She hissed. Their footsteps picked up as they began to walk quicker down the hall and away from your room, their conversation fading as they turned a corner.

You cursed yourself for what you did next. Curiosity getting the better of you, you waited until the footsteps were far enough and slowly unlatched your door, creeping out into the hallway on quiet feet and padded after them. They were going in the direction of Sister Imperator’s office, so that’s where you went. The door to her office closed just as you rounded the corner and you waited until you heard the lock click before tiptoeing over to listen in on their conversation.

“Why must you argue with me, Terzo? You know it’s for your own good. For the good of the church!”

“What good will a church be with no clergy if you get your way? How easy will it be to cover up these disappearances when we have less and less siblings for you to choose from? How easy will it be, sister, when their families come in search of their children, supposedly kept safe under our roof? Tell me that!”

“I already told you to keep your damn voice down!”

There was a tense silence for a while, finally broken by the clinking of glass as someone poured a drink.

“What do you suggest we do then, Papa?” There was a mocking tone in Imperator’s voice as she spoke, the kind that would get you or any of the other siblings a harsh telling off if you ever spoke to Papa like that.

“We could stop killing them. Keep one around as a… donor if you will.”

She scoffed at Terzo’s suggestion and you could hear another drink being poured.

“Yes, Terzo, because there’s a plethora of siblings just waiting to be your living blood bag.”

“It’s that or you keep slaughtering my flock, Sister. Do not think that you are above such a fate.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle the gasp that escaped your lips. The voices inside ceased as they obviously heard your surprise and for a moment you stood there frozen. It took everything in you to urge your legs to start moving, running down the corridor not even thinking about the noise you made as your bare feet slapped against the marble. As you turned the corner you could hear the door to Imperator’s office creak open and you hoped that whoever had opened it hadn’t seen you.

You didn’t sleep the rest of that night. You couldn’t. The memory of that conversation paired with the fear that one of them would knock on your door kept your mind racing. Not even the soft, melodic chirping of the birds could calm you down. Images of that poor novice being ripped to shreds flashed in your mind and you thought back to dinner. How Papa drank his way through an entire bottle of wine without so much as getting tipsy. Now that you thought about it, the wine he drank seemed different to that which you and the rest of the clergy drank. It had looked a much deeper, richer shade of red, clinging to the sides of his glass and staining his lips unlike the wine you poured for the siblings beside you.

Read the fic as it’s updated on AO3 here!

#the band ghost #the band ghost fic #papa emeritus iii/reader #papa emeritus iii #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #vampire Terzo

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ghoulsstolemyheart · 4 months

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Popia kisses for Sinday.

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Soft primo sketch

#ugh I need to finish that Primo fic I started last year

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One of my favourite things to do when I’ve been in a writing slump like the one I’m trying to get out of right now is reading through my inbox on AO3. The comments people have left on my fics are so supportive and sweet and have genuinely made me tear up before. It’s so encouraging to see confirmation that people do actually enjoy my writing. Thank you to everyone who shares my fics on here and who leaves comments and kudos over on AO3, you’re all so sweet and amazing.

#I’m supposed to be sleeping but I’m having big ol’ sappy thoughts instead

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this picture literally makes me weak in the knees like this is definitely the last thing you see when you sneak backstage and get caught and they take you away to be their sweet little plaything and brother i am feeling the fantasy

#please I’m begging you one night with the ghoulettes would make everything better

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Fade Into You

hurt/comfort, comfort sex, blowjobs, anal fingering, anal sex, body dysmorphia (kind of), Dewdrop hates himself

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“You’re so beautiful,” Aether said breathlessly as he reached down to palm at Dew again.

“Even now?” Dew’s eyes were unsure, desperate. He suddenly remembered that he was naked and, despite how dark the room was, he felt like he was under a spotlight. The only thing that kept him from running off was the soft, fluttery feeling he got when Aether smiled at him.

“Especially now.”

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Dewdrop makes a mistake during a ritual and, on top of everything else weighing on his mind, it’s just a little too much for him to handle and he turns to Aether for comfort.

Sometimes Dewdrop needed to be soft. For all his harshness and aggressive attitude, he was still an incredibly troubled ghoul who needed comfort. Ever since he had been forced to change his element, there had been a certain sadness that followed him. A yearning for something that he could never have again, something he could never be again. The others noticed. They watched him collapse in on himself as he lost the exuberance they had known him for and become a quiet, solitary ghoul who was reluctant to let anyone in. Well, almost everyone.

He braced himself against the sink in the ghouls’ shared dressing room and stared his reflection down in the mirror. His warm blond hair was sweaty and hung loosely from the ponytail he’d thrown it in after locking himself in the bathroom to change. The thought of the others seeing him right now was just too much, too exposed. He’d forgotten his hoodie on the bus and had nothing to hide his charcoal arms from prying eyes. The water flowed much hotter than Dew would have been able to handle before his transformation and he soaked a wad of paper towels in it before scrubbing the grease paint from around his eyes and mouth. He let the water scorch his fingers as he rinsed his hands, the pleasantness of the burning still strange as he tried to get used to his new heat tolerance.

There was a lot about him that had changed when the clergy made him swap his elements and it all left Dew feeling like there’s something missing. His fins were gone and his gills sealed up leaving jagged scars all across his body like deep claw marks. His hands and feet were blackened. When he was transforming it felt like he was burning on a pyre and all the screaming had torn his vocal chords to shreds. It took a long time for him to be able to look in the mirror without sobbing and even longer to let anyone else see him. It was like he’d been torn apart and rebuilt, atom by atom, cell by cell, but somewhere along the line something went wrong. The kind of wrong that no one else notices except you.

All of this culminated in a deeply troubled ghoul who spent half of his time floating around the abbey as if he were in a trance. When he goes on stage, however, he’s more confident than he’s ever been. The lights hit him, his guitar rings out over the screaming crowd, and no one has to see his face hidden behind his mask. He can throw shit at Aether and pretend to choke Rain and not think about the pitying way they looked at him when he tried to walk the day he finally woke up after the ritual or how Copia told him to rest his voice when he let out a croaky noise in place of his words.

But the rush of a ritual only lasts so long.

His solo was coming up, he was going over the chords in his head, preparing to have his turn in the spotlight, but he was so caught up in his thoughts that he missed his cue. Frantic, Dew started playing and hoped that people didn’t notice the panic in his eyes or the way his legs started to shake underneath him. The crowd cheered but he could barely hear them over the terror in his mind—

A knock at the door brought him crashing back to the present, making his head whip around and panic rise in his chest. He still wasn’t ready to face the others yet.

“Dew, can I come in?” Aether’s soft voice asked from the other side.

He shut off the water and dried his hands, switching off the light before flicking the lock on the door and turning away so he wouldn’t have to see anyone else. Aether slipped inside quietly, locking the door again behind him, and gently took Dewdrop by the shoulders to turn him around. Dew shot forwards to wrap his arms around his torso and bury his face in Aether’s chest, the fabric of his shirt so nice and soft against his cheek.

“Everything alright?” Aether’s voice was muffled by Dew’s hair as he pressed his lips to the top of his head.

“Don’t want them to see me,” he murmured.

“Okay, we can stay in here for a while.”

Dew melted into Aether’s arms with a sigh. Aether never made him feel like he had to do things he wasn’t ready for. He didn’t tell him he was blowing things out of proportion like he so often told himself. Instead, he did things like this, waiting with Dewdrop until he was ready to face whatever had been overwhelming him.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

He shook his head. Quintessence couldn’t distract people from the charred black that stained his arms, nor could it make Dew forget about what he was convinced was a career ending mistake.

They stayed there in the bathroom until Sunshine’s voice beckoned from the other side, telling them they were due to leave in thirty minutes. Aether watched as Dew tensed up, his hands immediately going to his arms as if he was trying to hide them.

“Where’s your clothes, firefly? I can help you change,” Aether offered, his voice soft and calming as always.

“I left them in the bus.”

Dewdrop swallowed nervously, his eyes wide in the dark bathroom as he gazed off into nothingness.

“That’s okay, I can go get them for you, how’s that sound?”

He nodded and Aether pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I’ll be real quick, just wait here.”

Aether slipped out of the bathroom the same way he came in, quietly and calmly, opening the door enough that he could get out but not so much that the rest of the ghouls could see Dewdrop who quickly locked the door behind him again. He waited in the dark, the muffled conversations and laughter of the other ghouls still gnawing on him and making him more anxious. But Aether didn’t take long, always true to his word. Dew let him inside again, taking the clothes from him as Aether pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before turning his back and facing the door, giving him some privacy.

Dewdrop quickly shed his uniform, pulling on his jeans and a t-shirt Aether had snagged for him from the merch booth one night, covering up the charcoal fade on his arms with a hoodie he stole from Omega back in the day. It still smelled like him, barely.

“Will you come through and sit with us, or would you rather stay here? I don’t mind,” Aether asked when he felt Dewdrop’s hand slip into his.

“I’ll come through,” he said quietly, closing his eyes as Aether pressed another soft kiss to his forehead.

He didn’t want to. He wanted to leave the tour entirely. To go back to the abbey and crawl into his bed where he didn’t have to worry about whether or not he was going to be kicked out of the Ghost Project. But he knew that staying in the bathroom until it was time to leave would just kick his paranoia into overdrive.

Aether unlocked the door and led him through to the dressing room, settling down into the couch with Dew at his side. He stayed silent while the rest of the ghouls talked and laughed, watching them with tired eyes as he curled up against Aether. They were in various states of undress, uniforms thrown on hangers and deposited on the rail in favour of t-shirts and jeans and sweatpants. Swiss whistled as Rain pulled his shirt over his head revealing lithe muscles and the little dorsal fin that ran the length of his spine, disappearing below the waistband of his pants. He used to whistle at Dew like that. Used to run his finger down the length of his fin and make him shudder. Now he’s latched onto the pretty, new water ghoul and, while he and Dew were never especially close even after Swiss joined the band, Dew can’t help the jealousy that rises in him when he sees Swiss do the same with Rain. Aether pressed another kiss to Dew’s head and tightened the arm that was around his shoulders. He knew how Dewdrop felt about his appearance these days.

“How long till we leave?” Dew asked quietly.

“Only fifteen minutes, then we’re heading to the hotel,” Aether whispered back.

“Share a room with me?”

Aether didn’t need to answer, they had agreed long ago that the two of them would always share a hotel room on tours. He leaned down to nuzzle into the side of Dew’s face, kissing him again softly on the cheek this time.

Dewdrop didn’t let go of Aether once on the journey to the hotel, their fingers intertwined the whole way from the dressing room to the hotel lobby. He locked the door of their hotel room and flicked the lights off, pulling Aether over to the bed and under the covers where he clung to him again. They lay there in silence for a while, Aether’s hand stroking gently up and down his back. He didn’t dare say anything in case he set Dew off, but after a while he felt tears soak into his shirt and Dewdrop trembling in his arms. He couldn’t take the silence much longer.

“Dew, what’s wrong?” He asked quietly, sitting up so he could see him.

Dewdrop sniffed and wiped an eye with the heel of his hand.

“I fucked up! I was late on my fucking solo and now Copia probably thinks I can’t handle lead guitar anymore.”

“I promise you, if Copia really thought that he’d have stormed into the dressing room and told you so. So you missed your solo by a couple seconds, at least you still played it.” Aether spoke softly, his hand coming up to twirl a lock of Dew’s hair in an attempt to comfort him.

“What if I do it again? What if tomorrow night I fuck up so bad I get kicked out then and there?”

“Dewdrop,” Aether reached down to take Dew by the jaw, “you’re a good guitarist. They wouldn’t have picked you if they didn’t think you could handle it.”

“But what if they were wrong?” Dew’s voice was so small and quiet now, so unsure of himself that he was almost unable to speak.

Aether used his grip on Dew’s jaw to maneuver him onto his back, straddling his hips.

“Do I need to say it again? Dewdrop, you are good at what you do. You’re fucking great at it! You played so hard the other week you bled and then kept going , that’s dedication that proves you’re more than worthy to be in the Ghost Project.”

New tears began to spill down Dew’s cheeks and he pushed himself up on one elbow, his other hand grabbing the back of Aether’s neck and pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Thank you. Thank you,” he mumbled against Aether’s lips over and over again between kisses, his voice shaky and desperate as he pulled him down on top of him. Aether responded with soft moans and hands that grabbed and pulled, his touch turning Dew’s words to little whines as he felt his way under his t-shirt and up his chest.

“Are you sure you want this right now?” Aether asked and Dewdrop nodded enthusiastically, wiping the tears from his eyes and mumbling a soft “please”.

With that, Aether began to undress. He pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it to the side, giving Dew a full view of the thick, dark patch of hair that ran from his chest down the centre of his torso and below the waistband of his sweatpants. He rolled his hips down against Dew and smiled as the ghoul below him let out another whine. Aether had to climb off of him to kick off his sweats, giving Dewdrop the chance to finally remove the jeans he had still been wearing when he crawled into the bed. He threw his hoodie and shirt to join the rest of their clothes and quickly pulled the duvet over himself, arms tucked underneath as he sat with his knees drawn up to his chest. Aether had to get used to that after his transformation, the way Dew had to hide his body from himself when they slept together. He knew why he did it, the sight of his charred limbs and the scars where his fins had once been was too much for him most of the time, but sometimes Aether wanted to be selfish. Sometimes he wanted to pull the covers away and spend the whole night just looking at Dewdrop’s body. Admiring the soft gradient from jet black to the warm-toned gray on his limbs. Fingers tracing across the scars as if they were maps to distant lands. But he wouldn’t do that. Not until Dew was ready to be seen like that again.

Aether slipped under the covers with him, lips finding his throat effortlessly as he rolled one of Dew’s nipples between his fingers. Dew practically mewled for him, breathless whines and his little stilted moans drawing Aether back up to kiss and bite at his lips. Now that he was distracted, he reached out of the covers to tangle a hand in Aether’s hair. He could feel his cock getting harder as Aether’s teeth nipped at his bottom lip and he couldn’t help but buck up into him.

“You want me to touch you? Show you how good you’ve been?” Aether’s voice rumbled deep in his chest as he spoke.

“Yes. Yes please.”

Aether’s hand was already on its way down from Dewdrop’s chest to palm at his hardening cock, pressing against him firmly.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said with a smirk. Aether moved backwards, letting himself disappear beneath the covers as he kissed his way down Dew’s body.

He stopped just above the base of his cock, taking his time to stroke him some more before placing wet, open mouthed kisses along the side of his shaft. All the while, Aether could hear the desperate moans of his little fire ghoul. It was too dark for him to see anything, but judging by the muffled quality of his partner’s sounds he guessed that Dew had clapped a hand over his mouth. With his mouth still on him, Aether reached up and pulled the hand away so he could hear him properly. Dewdrop gasped when he finally took him into his mouth, tongue flat against the underside of his head, and let out a shaky moan as he hollowed his cheeks.

Dew squirmed under his touch, his hands reaching down to tangle in Aether’s hair and push him a little further down his length, arching his back to get even closer to him. It was moments like this, as Aether lavished him with attention, that Dew could finally let himself forget how much he hated being seen. Their eyes closed, both so focused on each other’s pleasure, neither of them could see the parts of him that brought him so much shame. He tightened his grip on Aether’s hair and thrust himself deep into his throat, pressing his face against the neatly trimmed hair around his cock and making Aether gag for a second. Dew held him there and rocked his hips against Aether’s mouth before pulling him all the way off. He didn’t want to cum yet.

“C’mere,” he breathed as he pulled Aether up to eye level again and into a heated, possessive kiss. Aether cradled his face as they moved together, all lips and tongues and gentle thrusting against each other as they settled into a familiar rhythm that brought him so much joy. If there was one thing he was thankful for when it came to the Ghost Project and the church, it was that they had brought them together. He loved Dew, something he thought that he wasn’t capable of as a demon. He loved him in all his forms, all his moods no matter how extreme. He loved the noises he made when they were together like this. Aether knew Dewdrop hated talking about his feelings, but he didn’t need to talk for Aether to know that he loved him too. Not when he clung to him so desperately, like he wanted to crawl into his skin, and kissed him as passionately as he did in that moment. He felt his nails dig into his back as Dewdrop clawed at him and Aether groaned into his mouth, grinding down against him even harder and making Dew pull back and whine.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aether said breathlessly as he reached down to palm at Dew again.

“ Especially now.” Aether dipped his head back down to kiss Dew’s neck while his hand moved further down, the tip of his finger circling Dew’s entrance and making him whine in anticipation. He let out a moan of his own against Dew’s skin as he felt his lover return the favour, stroking his cock with skilled fingers that teased him with devastating precision. They’d been together long enough now that even in his most strung out moments, Dew could touch him exactly the way he needed. Aether thrust into his hand slowly, continuing to tease him as he gently pressed his finger into him and pulled back out to circle him again.

“Aether please,” Dewdrop whined, his back arching again and pressing his leaking cock into Aethers hip.

He smiled against Dew’s skin, giving him a playful nip with his teeth before finally pushing his finger into him properly. Dew bucked his hips again, a loud, needy moan tearing from his throat and making Aether press deeper. He moved slowly, working Dew into a whining mess as he eventually added another finger and began to get more enthusiastic. His cock throbbed under Dew’s touch, already so worked up and desperate for release after a little teasing.

“I ne- I need you, Aeth.” Dewdrop was struggling to hold back now. His free hand grabbed at Aether, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

Aether withdrew his fingers and reached down to slip his hands under Dew’s thighs so he could lift them, hooking his legs over his shoulders as he positioned himself at Dew’s entrance. They both moaned when he slowly pushed into him, bathing in each other’s pleasure. Aether’s hands gripped Dew’s thighs as he thrust into him, building up to that same rhythm they had earlier.

“You feel so fucking good,” Dew whined. Aether smiled and dipped his head to place a tentative kiss to Dew’s leg as he kept it propped against his shoulder, pressing another kiss to the soft skin there when he didn’t squirm or pull away. Instead he watched Aether, eyes wide and glassy, pupils blown in the darkness almost blotting out the soft orange-yellow glow of his irises. He reached down to stroke himself, lewd, slick noises mixing with their moans and sighs of pleasure. For the first time in a long while, Dewdrop wanted to be seen. He threw his other hand back over his head to grip the headboard, the angle of his arm giving Aether a good view of the long scar that ran the length of where one of his fins had once been.

Aether picked up the pace, furrowing his brow as he felt his orgasm begin to build in the pit of his stomach. Dew was clenching around him, his back arching again as he desperately bucked into his fist. His eyes were screwed shut and his mouth was hanging open, allowing every little whine and moan and gasp escape his lips as he neared his release. Even in the darkness of their hotel room, Aether could see the flush of Dew’s cheeks that crept down his neck.

“You close? You gonna cum for me, huh?” Aether grunted, his own orgasm growing closer with each roll of his hips.

Dew gave a whine followed by a breathy “uh-huh” as his grip on the headboard tightened. Aether pulled away his hand before beginning to fuck him even harder, the last thing he wanted was to jam Dew’s fingers between the wall and the headboard. He pinned his hand against the pillow above his head, his thumb stroking across the charcoal skin of his wrist.

A loud, shaking moan tore from Dewdrop’s throat as he came, followed shortly after by Aether who let out a low groan. He continued to slowly roll his hips against Dew as they rode out their respective highs before finally pulling out. Dew looked so beautiful beneath him, eyes shut as he took slow, deep breaths. He couldn’t help himself as he gently put Dew’s leg back down on the bed and instead lifted his hand away from his cock to suck Dew’s fingers clean. Dew opened his eyes at the new sensation, blushing even harder as Aether made eye contact with him while he ran his tongue across Dew’s hand. It was like he was making a show of it, soft moans escaping him as he tasted his partner. Once he finished with his hand Aether leaned down to lick across Dew’s stomach, drawing more sounds from him as he tangled his hand in Aether’s hair.

Finally finished, Aether moved to lie beside Dewdrop, wrapping an arm around his middle and pulling him close. They didn’t talk for a while after that, didn’t need to talk. The way they held each other, Aether’s fingers stroking gently up and down Dew’s spine while his little fire ghoul curled against him, his face tucked into the crook of his neck, it was more than enough. Dew let his hand rest against Aether’s chest, exposed rather than hidden away beneath the sheets. He didn’t pull away when Aether reached up to take his hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles before holding it in front of his face as he peered through the darkness. His thumb stroked across Dew’s knuckles as he looked at the deep black skin, sharply contrasted by the off white of his claw-like nails.

Dew pulled his hand away, but instead of hiding he leaned over Aether’s body and switched on the dim lamp on the bedside table, returning to where he had been lying and tentatively reaching his hand out to him again. Aether gave a soft smile and took Dew’s hand to press another kiss to his knuckles. He ran his fingers across his skin, admiring the soft fade from jet black to warm grey as his gaze ran further up his arm. He could see the veins disappearing under his skin as the colouration grew darker towards his wrists, hiding the little freckles that would sometimes appear before he changed too. The pale scars that Aether barely ever saw seemed to have a pearlescent shimmer to them. Running up the outside of his forearm and lining the inner sides of his fingers where the delicate webbing had once been like shocks of lightning in a midnight storm. Aether felt tears prick his eyes as he trailed kisses over the long scar on his arm as if they could take it all away, overwhelmed with anger that they had forced Dewdrop to go through with his transformation.

“It’s weird,” Dew murmured, drawing Aether’s attention back to his face bathed in the dim light of the bedside lamp. “Sometimes I wake up and think they’re still there.”

He looked at his hand, splaying his fingers out so he could see the scars between them.

“It’s like I can feel them.”

Aether reached up with one hand and cupped Dew’s face, his thumb gently stroking over his cheekbone.

“I meant it earlier… when I said you’re beautiful,” he says softly. “I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Nothing can take that away from you, Dewdrop.”

Dewdrop felt his lip quiver a little and bit the inside of his mouth in an attempt to stop it before pushing forward to catch Aether in a deep, loving kiss.

“I love you,” he murmured against his lips, his voice breaking a little as he forced down the tears.

He’d said it before, always during the night while they were lying together as they were in that moment, but never had Aether heard so much emotion in Dew’s voice. Usually it was quick, mumbled while Dew was already half asleep and not so concerned about upholding the reputation he’d built. Aether’s heart ached for him. He wanted to record that one I love you and listen to it on repeat for the rest of his life. But for now he would settle for just hearing it the once, the affection in Dewdrop’s voice enough to keep him going for a long, long time.

“I love you too,” Aether whispered back, pressing a few more kisses to his lips before pulling away to turn off the lamp.

Once they were in darkness again, he wrapped Dewdrop in his arms and buried his face in his hair, breathing in that cinnamon-campfire scent that he carried around with him. Dew melted in that moment, Aether’s arms keeping him safe from all of his fears and insecurities and letting him relax as he let it all go. He nuzzled into Aether’s chest, a soft purring sound emanating from him which made Aether smile.

“I’ll always love you. No matter what,” Aether whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as he continued to hold him close to his heart, right where he belonged.

#the band ghost #the band ghost fic #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop x aether #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #ghost bc fanfic

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ghoulsstolemyheart · 4 months

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After hours meeting

Turning to a trusted dom outside the ministry and getting away from all the stress, Copia finds himself returning for his weekly appointments to cope with the new stress levels of becoming papa.

tw: nudity

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ghoulsstolemyheart · 4 months

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call now for your appointment ‼️

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ghoulsstolemyheart · 4 months

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Hello, hi, I’m still here I’m just drowning in work at the moment but I finally put some time aside this weekend to write so have a little sneak peek of an Aether/Dewdrop fic I’m refining.

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“You’re so beautiful.” Aether said breathlessly as he reached down to palm at Dew again.

#the band ghost fic #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop x aether #ghost bc #ghost bc fanfic

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ghoulsstolemyheart · 4 months

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Happy New Year everyone! Thank you to everyone who’s read and shared my writing over the last year even though I’ve been pretty silent recently. I’ve been having a rough time with work so I haven’t had a lot of mental energy to write, but I hope that 2024 can be a better year!

#I’m very late with this post but at least it’s still New Years Day here haha

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ghoulsstolemyheart · 5 months

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(5/6) I don’t think you’re going home alone tonight.

#slapping that bald head

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ghoulsstolemyheart · 7 months

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Ménage A Trois

Aether/Dew/Swiss, threesome M/M/M, spanking, anal fingering, anal sex, spitroasting, submissive Dewdrop

2.9k words

Aether finally agrees to join Swiss and Dewdrop in the bedroom, leading to him realising that three might be better than two.

Aether let Swiss run his hands up his chest and over his shoulders as he continued to kiss Dew, his mind consumed by the fire ghoul before him. He sucked Dew’s bottom lip into his mouth and took great delight in the little whining noise he made when he pinched the flesh between his teeth.

“That’s it,” Swiss praised from behind him, “get him all riled up for us.”

The threesome had been Swiss’ idea, with Dew enthusiastically nodding the second it had been mentioned. Aether had done plenty of things with plenty of ghouls, but never two at once. This was far out of his wheelhouse but satanus was he glad he’d agreed. Having Dewdrop so malleable under his grip while Swiss ran his hands over his body, taking his sweet time to feel his way across him, it was exactly what he’d been missing. He let a moan slip past his lips when Swiss let his hand, fingers splayed, move slowly across his chest teasing his nipple over his shirt. Dew grinned into their kiss. He’d never seen Aether like this, dominant one moment and putty in Swiss’ hands the next. After all, he might have Dew under his control, but Swiss was ultimately the one in charge and that was clear the moment he let his lips graze the side of Aether’s neck. He tilted his head to the side and sighed as Swiss pressed hungry kisses down from his jaw to his collarbone.

“All of this, it’s all mine.” Swiss mumbled against Aether’s skin.

“All yours.” Aether whispered reverently.

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#the band ghost #the band ghost fic #nameless ghouls #swiss army ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #aether x dewdrop x swiss #queue

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ghoulsstolemyheart · 7 months

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Drowning In You

Swiss/Rain, fluff and smut, pining, masturbation, praise, anal sex

5.4k words

A certain water ghoul has captured poor Swiss’s heart, an experience he is very unfamiliar with.

The multi-ghoul hadn’t paid the little water ghoul much mind before they’d been brought onto the Ghost Project. They crossed paths once in a blue moon as they would go about their separate jobs around the abbey. But now, after months of being stuck in the music room with the band as they prepared for tour, he found himself thinking about his band mate more than he was willing to admit. During practice with lingering stares across the music room that would be met with a smile. The soft sound of his voice echoing in his mind when he was trying to work. In the wee hours of the morning, the other ghoul’s face in his mind with his hand wrapped around himself in a bed that now felt painfully empty. It was becoming a problem.

Then they got their names. The Swiss Army Ghoul and Rain. One evoking images of switchblades, tools, harsh and practical things that had no business interacting with the soft breezy thoughts conjured by the other’s name. He would hear someone say that name and think of the patter of rain on leaves in the early summer. Warm nights spent curled up in his blankets while a storm lashed at his windows, formidable and beautiful all the same. Rain was not supposed to be with Swiss. Rain deserved someone equally soft and gentle, like one of the girls. He would see them hanging around the bus together, usually accompanied by the gentle giant, Mountain. The earth ghoul was so frustratingly perfect for Rain. He wasn’t rough like Swiss, he didn’t pull and grab and say cruel things he didn’t mean. And yet, they didn’t seem to be heading in that direction at all. At least Swiss didn’t think so.

For the time being, Swiss would preoccupy himself with others. Dewdrop was especially willing, often seeking him out himself when they had the privacy of a hotel. They were just as harsh as each other, albeit for different reasons, and it slaked Swiss’s thirst for company to a degree. But when Dew would slink off back to his own room and leave him alone in that big hotel bed, Swiss would feel that emptiness return. Part of him wanted to storm down the hall and rattle Rain’s door until he let him in, claim the water ghoul as his own and get this all over with. But Swiss knew better than to go around forcing his way in where he didn’t belong. Sometimes he would go to Cumulus if he was especially desperate for someone kind and gentle and soft that would lie back and let him ravish them. She was so sweet, another one that definitely shouldn’t be mixing with someone like him, but she said she liked him anyway. Swiss often thought that ghouls like Cumulus and Rain were too good to really be demons. Maybe they were newly fallen, still to become jaded and cynical like him. He couldn’t imagine either of them doing the things he’d done in the pit.

It was Cumulus that pushed him to finally try talking to Rain. She was lying with him in his hotel room, their bodies sticky with sweat and sex and yet so comfortable. The ghoulette fit nicely against his body as he played with her silvery hair, watching it reflect the dim light of his bedside lamp.

“Why don’t you say something, what harm could it do?”

Swiss sighed, his brow furrowing.

“I’m just, I’m not good enough for him, y’know. I’m an asshole, he’s nice and sweet like you.”

Cumulus laughed, a sound like tinkling bells.

“That doesn’t stop you from fucking me though, does it? C’mon, Swiss, why won’t you just talk to him?”

“Because I’m scared.” He admitted for the first time. “I’m scared that if I go up and actually try to talk to him then I’ll just scare him off for good. You don’t scare me cause I know you like me.”

He nuzzled into the crook of Cumulus’s neck, thoroughly embarrassed by his own words. Cumulus had said it herself, told him that she thought he was a big softie underneath all the wild theatrics and that she enjoyed this little arrangement. Swiss liked her too, just not the way he liked Rain and she understood that.

“I can say something if you want, put in a good word for you.” She smiled, trailing her fingers up his arm.

“Oh, Satanus no, please. That would just make me look pathetic.”

“Then talk to him!” She laughed again. “I swear, for all your confidence on stage you sure are a wuss.”

Cumulus giggled when Swiss rolled her onto her back, throwing a leg over her hips to straddle her.

“I’m a wuss, huh?”

“Uh-huh, the biggest.” She knew he couldn’t stand being called names.

“Fine, but I think you’ve got some manners to learn first.” Swiss growled, his lips against her already marked up throat.

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#the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rain x swiss #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #queue

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