#comes with being a ghoul sadly
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Daisy
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Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem Reader
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Description: Cooper Howard was not a kind man, he cared for nobody, but himself. Then he found you, a lost little dove, barefoot and crying, torn dress and big innocent eyes staring at him like he was a hero. He knew you’d be a burden, he knew you couldn’t survive in the wasteland, he was doing you a favor.
But he couldn’t pull the fucking trigger...
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Chapter 4 "The Plea"
You stretch and groan.
The sound comes out jumbled and is drowned out by the violent vibrating of the washing machine you’re perched upon. You strain your legs, flexing your thighs and working out the sleep from your numb muscles. Your toes squish against the inside of your boots before you relax and rub at your eyes, wiping away the tears your incessant yawns were causing.
You’d seen plenty of pictures of children hollering in front of a fan on a hot summer day, some sort of weird way to entertain themselves because the beat of the fins distorted their voices. It was a good commercial for any fan whenever summer rolled around. Sadly, now when you were free to wander and do as you pleased, much of the mundane experiences you wanted to dip your toes in were impossible to achieve. You were two hundred years too late. You took what you could get though, hence why you’d let curiosity guide you on top of the washing machine once it had started centrifuging.
The steaming coffee mug sat on the L-shaped kitchen counter just next to you and after a moment of being thoroughly jostled around, you picked it up with as much care as you could. Lips latched onto the edge of the mug with haste before you took a big sip, slurping audibly before the coffee could spill out from the violent thrashing causing your arm to quake.
Wet hair clung to your bare shoulders and the aromatic droplets of water dripped and soaked into your dress. It had taken you a good hour to get the ghoul inside the shower after you’d gotten out, all squeaky clean and smelling of lavender soap. How he managed to bear being a grimy crusty prune was beyond you, but as soon as the generator had kicked back to life and restored some power in the vault, you’d jumped at the idea of a nice hot shower.
His clothes were strewn on a dangling cable, as clean as they could get after being worn for who knows how long without a proper wash. Some stains persisted and the washing machine couldn’t do anything about the faded colors, but at least they didn’t smell of death anymore.
He’d dismissed your proposal to launder his rags at first, bumped the butt of his shotgun against your stomach hard enough to make you wheeze and still you hadn’t relented. It was the least you could do, you’d said, begged even. After everything he’d done for you, you wanted to repay him outside of the hefty tato sack stuffed to the brim with bloody Pip-boys and medical supplies and provisions. You’d chewed at his ear until he’d given up with a sigh and hidden behind the shower curtain before tossing his clothes at you layer by layer.
In truth, you just wanted to prolong his departure. Thinking of anything and everything because you didn’t want to be left alone in this haunted vault, you’d come up with ploy after ploy and the power coming back had only aided you in your private battle. So traumatized by the last day that you clung to him even if he was a demented, deadly wastelander probably no better than the raiders he’d slaughtered.
Your sleep had been plagued with nightmares that night; grotesque sceneries of violence and gore were painted in detail over your closed eyelids, making you stir and whimper in your bed. The ghoul was a light sleeper, trained to spring into action at the slightest noise and you tossing and turning and making the bedframe creak gave him all the rights to chuck a cushion at you. He’d scared you half to death with that, but the reminder that he was still there, grumbling on the couch and trying to catch a wink of rest, had given you enough comfort to sleep peacefully for a few hours.
When the washing machine stilled, your reminiscing ended.
You tipped the mug, suckling at the last few drops of sweetened coffee, before setting it aside and hopping on your feet. After pulling the foggy lid open, you drape your socks and your old dress over your forearm and a scowl pinches at the corner of your lips.
Apparently, Abraxo wasn’t strong enough to wash away radroach intestines. You mourned the ruined dress, bitter with wasting the cleaning product for nothing, but decided to hang it up regardless and let it dry.
Who cared for stains anyway? You had bigger problems on your plate.
The screech of the shower tap and a curt whistle have you automatically groping at the ghoul’s clothes.
“Be right there, Mister!” you call out and bunch them up in your hands, placing his hat over your head to save space, his coat is still damp but you doubt he’d mind. You skitter to the edge of the shower and leave the pile next to his weaponry before your manners lead you away to give him some privacy.
The half-empty coffee pot caught your attention once you were back in the bright yellow kitchen area. Despite your low tolerance and the apparent twitches in your fingers, you refilled your mug, deciding that adding sugar wasn’t needed this time.
You were free now, you could drink all the coffee you wanted.
Once the rustling of clothes and buckling of belts and straps ceased, the ghoul appeared from behind the wall, finding you sitting on the counter with ankles crossed and kicking your feet rhythmically. You beam at his slightly less disheveled state, eyes darting from him to the full mug waiting for him. He scoffs and accepts your silent offer.
“Feeling better?”
“Like a new man.” he declares with a sense of peace to his tone and leans back against the fridge before taking a long sip from his lukewarm drink.
Cooper was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. He’d caught on to your innocent scheme quickly. From the coffee to your constant close proximity, to washing his clothes. The biggest giveaway was you trying to hide your nervousness and biting back victorious smiles whenever he accepted any of your domestic offers. You were kneading him like sourdough, nice and good and gentle, hoping for something in his brain to click and his simple plan of taking his things and leaving to take a different course.
That’s why he fought against melting in the shower and suppressed a genuine smile when he saw the coffee. He kept his guard up, concrete walls so high one couldn’t see the top, locking away whatever humanity was left to rot, untouched and undisturbed. Joy was an illusion, peace was the quiet before the storm.
Nothing lasted, neither would you.
“Take me with you, I won’t be useless, I promise.”
He could almost hear those words twirling on the tip of your tongue, threatening to spill but never being voiced. Like hell, he’d ever entertain that idea.
“So what now, Mister?” you ask casually, hiding pouty lips behind your mug and looking up at him in question. “Where you headed off to?”
“Well, – ” he rasps and clears his throat. “ – considering my bounty’s prob’ly dead. Gonna head off to Tillburry.” he nudges his chin at the sack resting by the exit of the suite. “Gonna sell some o’ that, make me some profit.”
Your vigorous slurping stops and you swallow the mouthful of bitterness before cocking your head.
“Tillberry?” you test the unfamiliar word with hesitation. “And that’s…what?”
“Tillburry.” he corrects and rests one foot against the fridge door, the spur on his boot clanking against the metal. “It’s a settlement, Darlin’. Quite the big one too.” he mulled over a particular memory, looking down at his drink. “ ’Bout three hundred people last time I checked.”
“There are settlements?” you choke and cough out the spit tickling your throat with a fist to your mouth.
The thought that a good number of people had survived and were thriving enough to start rebuilding was unfathomable. Even if said settlements were based on the ruins and scraps of the cities from the old days it was still such a groundbreaking piece of knowledge.
Considering the raiders and the ghoul, you’d assumed everyone on the surface was deranged and out for blood. A man-eat-man nightmarish hell in which not even the strongest survived for long.
But no, there were people, honest hardworking people, that were coming together to build safe havens and restore some order to the chaos they had been born into. Sure, they had probably seen their fair share of hardships and were rugged and hard-skinned, but if they’d managed to keep the peace and grow towns and develop businesses, they couldn’t be that bad.
You had to see this. You needed to.
“Plen’y of em.” he pipes in, then tips his head and his voice acquires an almost mocking twinge. “Wasteland’s not as dead as you think, Sweetheart.”
“Take me there.” you blurt out before even realizing it.
“Pardon?” he’s surprised for only a moment before his demeanor shifts to dangerously sharp and his eyes harden. He moves in an instant, large palms planted on either side of your thighs and you have to jerk back to avoid him smashing his forehead into yours. “Mind your fuckin’ tone with me, Missy.”
When you squint and recoil, he eases, satisfied with your reaction.
“Just cuz I been toleratin’ you don’t mean I can’t stuff a bullet in your belly.”
“I’m sorry! Sorry, Sir.” you rush to undo your mistake, having spent too much time with him while he was docile to remember that you weren’t dealing with a friendly neighbor. “I meant no disrespect.” with a lowered gaze and a lump in your throat you continue. “I’d just really like to see such a place…”
“And I’d like a fifty-acre ranch to breed horses.” he sneers at you, yellow teeth peeking under his chapped lips. He shifts his weight around, resting from one hip to the other as he pulls away just barely. His fingers still grip the counter, still around you and ready to subdue another fuss. “But we don’ always get what we want.”
“Maybe I could…live there?” you didn’t believe your own words, but you still persisted. Flickering lashes swatted over pity eyes as you stared at him like an expectant street cat waiting to be adopted.
A preposterous idea. You didn’t know the first thing about surviving on the surface, couldn’t tell a radroach burrow from an anthill, and yet however difficult it would be anything would be better than living by yourself in a hole in the ground. Maybe you would have managed if the raiders had just left and the ghoul never crossed your path. But now, after knowing the bliss of company, of a friend who didn’t talk about medicine and made-up cures, now you couldn’t.
You needed him and not just for his skills or his wisdom of living off a toxic land. You needed him for him, just the ghoul, just the man who’d shown you kindness.
“Sweetheart, you needed t’ read the manual before turnin’ on the washin’ machine.” he states in a very mocking matter-of-fact way and snorts with a half-smile. “Twice.”
“But I did it.” you say back, struggling against a lost battle but how could you not when there was a blueish limp hand peeking from beyond the complex exit.
He gives you a once over, considering for a second before shaking the thought away with a bitter glower.
What the hell was he even thinking?
“You don’t really fit in with the common folk.” he counters again and he’s confident that soon you’ll wane. “Don’ think they’ll take too kindly to you.”
“What’d you mean, Mister?” you tilt to the side, leaning on one hand with a faint pout.
“Yer too clean.” he mumbles while skimming over you with a judgmental expression, his mouth pursing as he took you in. “Too pretty. Too kept.” he leans back to cross his arms, a half-frown of disapproval glooming over his face. It wasn’t a compliment; it was dry facts that he offered you to get through your thick skull that you’d be in more danger than you realize if you ever managed to reach a local town. “Surface dwellers don’ like your kind.”
“Then I’ll work on it until they like me.”
The back of your boots hit the counter each time you kicked your feet, egged on by the caffeine overdose. You kept your eyes glued to his because you didn’t know of a better way of pleading without sounding pathetic and getting on his nerves.
“You can’t even fire a gun, Darlin’.” the ghoul sighs in defeat, not because you’re getting under his skin, but because you fight this ferociously for your demise.
Both of you are aware that you wouldn’t last long outside. You were defenseless and had no usefulness, you weren’t accustomed to radiation, and everything on the surface was soaked in it. Most available jobs either needed you to get your hands dirty or break your back with overtime and you’d nearly passed out after walking half a day in a desert and thrown up at the sight of a dead body.
He’d be damned if he let you abandon a life of comfort and security because you didn’t know what you were asking for. Letting go of constant food and fresh water and hot showers just because you were too scared to learn by trial and error on your own was too much for him. It was stupid and you rebelling against him tooth and nail made it worse.
You weren’t winning anything; you were just giving him a headache.
“Someone would be willing to teach me.” the naivety in your comeback makes him laugh and your brows rise and furrow at his reaction.
“Ain’t nobody gonna do shit for free.” that was his last pushback before he made up his mind on ending your charade. His hat dipped and his tone lowered to an even rasp. “You’ll be just fine here, Darlin’.” he takes a few steps back and chugs the remainder of his discarded coffee before grunting in satisfaction. “Good cup o’ coffee…Now be a dear ‘n show me the way out.”
“I could make you more if you stayed a bit longer, Mister.”
A drowning man’s attempt to keep from sinking.
You give him a tiny smile and roll your ankles to release some tension. You knew you were pushing it, from his stiff shoulders to his thinned upper lip, but you didn’t want to stay here anymore. Disregarding the steady supply of provisions and the regulated temperatures, the medical supplies and the safety. You wanted to go with him. Wherever he went, no matter the danger, you want to be in his shadow. The radroaches and raiders forgotten, ignorant of just how hostile his world was and selfish by continuing to thrust your life in his hands when he didn’t want it.
“Das enough, Darlin’.” he mutters while picking up the supply sack and flinging his bandolier over his shoulder.
“What if – ”
“– Enough!” your mouth shuts at his command. His glare is piercing while he stands by the door with his back turned to you, giving you only a stern side-eye. “Move.”
You slide off the counter without another word and pat down your dress, not that anything could be seen underneath the thick tights but common decency forced you to. He waits for you, motioning with his hand once you're by his side and you walk forward, through the dingy corridor and past the raider he’d gutted the day before.
You try not to look, but it’s difficult when the deep red hues contrast with the metallic white of the wall and floor. It’s an abominable sight. There’s a cut spanning over the entirety of the man’s neck, horizontal and precise, so deep that amidst the flesh and blood, you see bone.
You could almost simulate the pain and you struggled to swallow.
He was a raider… he was a criminal. He was a bad man, he’d tried to murder you and failed by just an inch, the ghoul did what he had to do. There would be plenty more with much the same mindset if he agreed to take you with him. Scenes like this would probably be a daily occurrence, but you wouldn’t be the one doing the killing and still seeing the raider nearly decapitated scarred something deep within you.
Were you really willing to go through this again just to stay with the ghoul?
Maybe, for him, maybe.
“Fuckin’ piss stain…”
You look to him at that remark, then down at the center of his attention. He had one foot set in a puddle of blood and pieces of flesh, both attached to an unmoving vault dweller. He wiped his boot in the corpse’s suit and spat with malice.
“You really don’t like this place, Mister?” it’s more of a statement than a question, but your quizzical expression gives him enough room to reply.
You had noticed his visible disdain once he’d first entered the vault with you, but you’d blamed it on him being an experienced bounty hunter who knew better than to let his guard down. Then you’d seen his complete lack of empathy for the dead bodies littering the hallways and even a drop of anger edging his default scowl. He had a personal vendetta against the inhabitants, a distaste that went so deep he’d preferred to sever the wrists of the corpses over just unclasping their Pip-boys and claiming them for himself.
You’d never brought it up because it wasn’t your place, but now you had a reason to, and your curiosity was peaked.
“Vaults ain’t my thing, Darlin’, nor vaulties.” he speaks with spite, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips when he raises his gaze to you. Then he kicks the mess out of his way without a hint of shame, splashing the gore over the floor, and continues after you.
“Why?” you peep and it’s so innocent and light because you don’t understand the gravitas of the answer you’re reaching for.
There’s a small pause as you glance at the ghoul with a blank visage. There’s a certain lethargy to your step and a bounce to your slack shoulders because you’re relaxed and clear-minded and you have no idea just what you’re asking him. He could be angry, you’re poking around topics that are beyond your capacity, ones of resentment and shrewd grudges that span over such a long time that you couldn’t even begin to imagine.
But he wasn’t upset, there was no point. You were just a stupid little thing trying to sow a light chat before your paths diverged.
The memories are knocking on the front door of his consciousness, but he refuses to indulge them. Not now, maybe later when he was alone and could recollect everything in peace.
“That ain't none o’ your business.” his words are snippy but his tone is placid, he doesn’t even reciprocate your prying eyes, just stares straight ahead with a tense jaw.
His reluctance to delve deeper and the shift in the air give you a good enough hint to not press the matter further. You would have reached to pat his arm, a benevolence he undoubtedly deserved along with so much more, but refrained from doing so. Despite you having placed him on a golden pedestal for all he’d done for you, which wasn’t much, but enough to leave you with an unforgettable impression, he didn’t see you in the same manner. His life had hardened him both physically and emotionally, he hadn’t even trusted you to sleep together in the same suite, having tucked one of his pistols under his pillow with a finger on the trigger.
You’d seen it, you just didn’t mention it.
He didn’t need your pity nor your good-heartedness, he didn’t care and that’s why you kept from overstepping even if you wanted to comfort the restless beasts pacing somewhere within his being.
“You’ve been nice to me though.” you put forth a honeyed smile and steered the conversation to a lighter note. A small sugary quip to oppose his hardened exterior and alleviate him of his hissy mood.
He chuckles, a raspy chortle that tickles your ear and curls your lips into a grin.
“Ain’t nice, Missy, just tolerant.”
Your chirpy chat continues as you pass through the whey field and into another brightly lit tunnel. He doesn’t have to know that you could have led him to the elevator three times already through a shortcut. You like him, harbor such fondness for him in all his gruffness, you might have agreed to lead him out but you never said you wouldn’t take the scenic route. An extended detour while you continuously banter with each other and you always relent because you want him to be happy with having the upper hand in the conversation.
But no matter how long you tried to prolong the inevitable, eventually, you found the way to the elevator. Before it had been your savior, taking you away from those vile people before they could sink their grimy claws in your flesh. Now it was an unwelcome vestige, the last step before the ghoul left and you were abandoned to waste away in an underground prison.
He entered first and leaned against the steel wall, a thumb tucked in his belt and hat tipped over his eyes. You turn your back to him and press the button and it’s suddenly awkward and silent.
You wished the damn thing moved slower, but it propelled up, passing by vault levels within a blink. Such a cruel construct…
Misery didn’t thrive for long, you didn’t let it.
Maybe one day you’d meet him again. You’d learn to shoot a gun, there had to be at least one stashed somewhere for emergencies, then you’d learn to sustain yourself and grow crops, fiddle with the mechanisms of the vault and read every book and article and document regarding medicine. You’d prepare well and one day leave again to explore the world outside and maybe if fate was kind, you’d run into him on your journey.
Maybe he wouldn’t remember, maybe he would, but you’d be happy all the same.
And you’d be different then, stronger and more independent and not useless. Maybe he’d take you with him when you proved that you wouldn’t be a burden anymore. He’d take you on his adventures and teach you how to be a bounty hunter like him and you’d make the best duo the surface has ever seen.
Your self-assurance dwindled when the elevator reached the top level and the door slid open. He walked out unbothered and you struggled to keep the calm façade going.
It wasn’t healthy to form such attachments so quickly, but it happened and you were torn between begging him one last time and giving him the solace he craved. But could you really be blamed when you’d known only solitude?
He stood at the vault entrance and tossed you a slow, expectant look and you fiddled with the Pip-boy. Stiff fingers scrolled through the menus, determined to take as much time as possible while you prayed for a miracle. Your pleas remained unanswered, the time for stalling ended as the gate screeched and rolled to the side. A hot gust of wind crept through, drying your eyes and making your throat scratchy after a few silent breaths.
“Best of luck, Vaulty.”
He raised his arm and flicked his wrist in a goodbye after readjusting his hat, boots clinking as he set forth with an even pace. You watched him leave, heart asunder, mouth cracked open but no words came out. Gripping onto the control panel, frustration flaring, desperation so intense it made the hairs on your arms lift up.
Was this really it? Was this the end of it? Was this the last time you saw him? The only friend you had, the only person you knew, the only warmth ever given to you.
He could let go without a second thought, but you couldn’t.
“Go…GO!”
A shaky step, then another.
With each step, the quake in your legs eased, determination overpowering hesitation, and before you knew it you were jogging and then running. The sand wasn’t kind to your shoes, you nearly tripped, wide strides bringing you closer to him because, unlike his tempo, yours held intention.
He knew you’d do this, he knew and he had the common sense to pull out his pistol and threaten you back inside.
You might have tumbled him over if you had the strength, but instead, you splat yourself against his back and drape your arms around his abdomen. His hand faltered, resting on the holster of his gun as you squeezed him and slid your fingers past his coat, grabbing at his vest.
“Please.” you force through a clenched throat, choosing to beg him instead of breathing. Saliva pools in your mouth and tears form in the back of your eyes as you press your cheek against his spine. Your eyes squeeze shut as if cutting off your vision would make you deaf to his answer. “Please…I’ll – ”
He’d taken what he needed, completing your transaction and wanting nothing more, but maybe you could find something else he had use for. He sighs and you’re so regretful, but you can’t let it go without a final push. And he’s fed up enough to maybe just shoot you, but if he was you’d have a chance at bargaining again and keep him around for a few more minutes.
“ – I’ll pay you.” you sniffle back the runny mucus seeping through your nostrils and swallow a mouthful of thick spit, it distorts your voice just a bit. “Please take me to Tillberry. I’ll find a job – I’ll – You can have everything I earn, I just need enough to buy some food.”
“Tillb – ” he grunts and pinches the space between his eyes as they shut.
He wanted to rip you off of him and leave, with no mercy and no care, but you just had to play nice. You had to play house with him and make him coffee and wash his clothes and be soft with him. The sweet gestures and light words did things to him, he was no fool, they reminded him that humans still existed and they were still kind. A peek into the past.
“I won’t be useless. I’ll learn quick and stay out of your way and do anything you ask…Just until the settlement.”
Whines and sobs and sniveling sniffs and chokes, they crawl up his skin like maggots and try to burrow and find an ounce of empathy, but he has none.
“Right.” he whirls around with such force that if it hadn’t been for the iron grip he clasped over your jaw, you would have fallen. He’s an eyelash away from your face, with a fowl snarl carving into his gaunt features and he spats poison at you. He speaks the truth. “Do you fucking know what the hell you’re asking for?” he’s so pissed that his accent dissipates. “You’re gonna fuckin’ die out here. With or without help.”
“Plea – ”
“ – I ain’t no God damned babysitter!” he snaps and forces you back. You stumble and curl your hands over your chest instinctively as he points his pistol at you, forefinger on the trigger. “Now get the hell outta my sight.”
His lips pinch in annoyance when you don’t move.
He didn’t give a damn if you lived or not, but you’d shown him respect and generosity and he repaid you by not shooting you down on the spot. He gave you a chance at survival, exterminated the pests in your home and made sure to leave enough provisions to live off of while you worked out how to take care of yourself. You wouldn’t receive half of what he’d done for you in the wasteland, it was a cutthroat fever dream that no one could wake up from.
Precious things lived in castles, not in the wilds.
But then you finally move. You move and it’s the wrong fucking way.
The tip of the gun glosses over your cheek as you enclose trembling fingers around his wrist and his sleeve is pulled back enough for you to find his skin, marred and leathery and disgusting and safe and wonderful. Your eyes close and press into his glove as the barrel rests against your bare shoulder and all it would take was a click and you’d be dead.
“Please, Mister.”
You sink to your knees, bringing his arm down with you.
A lost little dove, fluttering in his palm, trusting and willing and kneeling at the gates of hell because it already knew what heaven was. Or maybe it didn’t, maybe you knew a different hell he was unfamiliar with so you begged for his instead of going back to your own.
“I’ll do anything…”
He’d seen plenty of people beg for their lives, for food or water or help. He’d heard it all, from bargaining to taunting, reverse psychology, and manipulation tactics all in the name of living to see another sunrise. This was the first time anyone had ever pleaded for him.
He should have left yesterday, the moment you’d found the storage unit he should have taken his things and been on his way. He should have tried to find the exit while you were sleeping and never looked back. He should have done more, everything in his power to not be in this damnable situation. You fed something within him, a slumbering behemoth forgotten over time, you sated a need he’d developed so long ago, a need so constant he didn’t realize was there anymore until you.
“Get the hell up.” he grips your arm like the brutish man he is, pulls you to your feet, and spins you around like a puppet.
You don’t fight, drained by both the searing sun and your turbulent emotions, letting him latch his hand to the back of your neck and drag you forward, back to the vault.
Back to solitude. Back to hell.
“Three hundred caps.”
You muster an inquisitive hum and dare to steal a glimpse of his expression. It’s haggard, annoyed, defeated.
“For your safe transportation t’ Tillburry.” he offers you nothing, not even a peak, but his hold on your neck tightens and you wince. “Now use your fuckin’ legs. We’re loosin’ daylight.”
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my sweetheart- Cooper x Fem!reader
okay so i’ve wanted to write a one shot of The Ghoul cuz he’s so funky I love him!!!! so this is an attempt to writing something that isn’t hazbin hotel heheheh :3c
the surface was something else, and for a vaultie like her it was terrible but she’ve been out and about for at least a decade now so she knew her way around. She had her fair share of partners sure, but finally after years she found the one, the perfect person for her. Coop was a ghoul, a pre war one too and for those 200 years he hadn’t found anyone after Barb, no one at all, but something about her changed his heart forever.
they met during a bounty hunt, long before the Wilzig one,, and they just so happened to bump into each other in Filly, it was definitely not normal to see a ghoul there so she got curious, she said sorry for bumping into him, tucking her hair behind her ear out of slight embarrassment
''Don't worry, I'm not gonna crumble after a slight push,,
he says smirking, lit cigarette in between his lips, takes a puff and looks back at her
''say do you by any chance know where I can find this fella here?,,
he says showing a drawing, of what seems to be a wanted poster, she looks at it carefully only to not recognise the guy and biting the top of her finger looking at the ghoul
“sadly no, but i can help you find him! i’ve had a few bounty hunts in my time,,
she says, kinda proud of herself since she hadn’t been doing that for long, and she thought she was pretty good at it
the ghoul looked her up and down, not in a rude way but it was the fact she was still wearing her vault suit, after years of not being in a vault she was still to attached to it and couldn’t take it off, of course she tweaked it a little bit with patches where holes where and some armour on top so it wasn’t in its original state
“sorry sweetheart but i don’t think a vaultie like you would ever take on of my bounties,,
she seemed a bit taken aback by his sentence but tried not to show it, she strikes a bit of a pose, hand on her hip and the other one takes the poster from his hand, gently of course
“well, try me!,,
the ghoul smirks again, taking a last puff from his cigarette then making it fall on the ground and stomping it with his boots
“sure thing,,
that was the day they met,, and since then they’ve been inseparable.
now in the present they would take bounties together all the time, but now was one of those days where they stayed home, they got a little cottage in the middle of nowhere, near enough vegetation to grow their crops
they were relaxing on their bed, she was playing on her pipboy while he was reading a book, suddenly he plops down his book and looks at her being concentrated on her game, he starts kissing the back of her head with soft little pecks making her shiver a bit but still playing the game
“hun get off your pip boy and come cuddle with me for a lil, huh?,,
he says now kissing her neck, so she decided to turn off the pipboy and give her man attention.
she turns around and gets under his arm cuddling in, then looks him in the eyes
“how lucky i am to have you Coop,,
he chuckled and looked at her kissing her nose
“I think it’s the other way around my sweetheart,,
this is a short one!! but i like it!! WE LOVE THE GHOUL RAAAAAH
#the ghoul x reader#the ghoul#fallout show#fallout#fallout x reader#x reader#fallout fanfic#fallout x you#the ghoul fallout#cooper howard#cooper howard x reader#cooper howard fallout
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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬
Just some headcanons about how I think Copia, Mary, and the ghouls would kiss you.
Copia kisses you like you're about to disappear and he doesn't know if he'll see you again. He cups your face, holds you close, takes it slow so the taste of one another may never leave your mouths again. He whispers against your lips, telling you how much he loves you and how he can't bear to leave you and that he would bring you on tour with him if he didn't think it would cause problems for Imperator.
Mary Goore's kisses come across as aggressive and bruising, but you know he's trying to show you with his actions rather than words how much he loves, wants, needs you. It's desperate hands pulling on each other, twisting into hair, Mary directing you to where he wants you. His teeth biting into your lip, a tongue pushing into your mouth. He's not comfortable with the vulnerability of saying "I love you", but his desperation for you is enough to tell you that he can't let you go.
Sodo is fiery passion and pushing one another up against walls. You make him feral, make him want to say fuck everything else, because in that moment you're all that he can see and smell and hear and feel and taste. He tries to engulf you, to swallow you whole, but in reality it's you who envelopes him with your heart, and you both feel it with the intensity of your kisses. There are times when you take it slower, savour one another, but it's when you devour each other that you feel that fire burn the brightest.
Aether kisses you slowly, gently, touches feather-light as if he worries he'll break you if he holds onto you too tightly. He's aware that he's the strongest out of the other ghouls physically, and so he's careful every time you kiss. His lips ghost over yours, they meld together so seamlessly, he caresses your face so gently it almost tickles. It's always you who has to deepen it, make it rougher, and he's okay with letting you have that control. Rather that than he hurt you. He couldn't live with himself if he harmed you trying to show you his love.
The kisses between you and Swiss are plentiful, the ghoul grabbing your face and placing kiss after kiss on your lips until you're giggling and pulling him in for a longer, deeper one. You press yourselves up against one another as much as you can, leaving little to no space between you both, and it's like you're in your own bubble. He has so much love, so much passion, to give to you and he'll shower it upon you as much as he can with each and every kiss.
A kiss from Rain is full of so much raw emotion, so much that he's too nervous to say to you in front of everyone else, because he's convinced - like Copia - that this kiss could be your last and he may never see you again. But the difference is that while Copia fears he'll never see you again because he knows there's a chance he'll suffer the same fate as the other Papas, Rain is terrified that you'll bore of him and go for one of the other ghouls. So he puts all his love, all his being, into all of your kisses, foreheads touching and noses brushing. And every time, you reassure him that you're not going anywhere. You love him, nobody else.
When Mountain kisses you, unless you're taller or the same height as him he always ducks his head to brush yours. Your kisses are always slow, leisurely, and it's like the two of you become one with each other and nature itself. You feel everything draw to a standstill as you cling to one another and allow yourselves to feel everything. Sometimes, when he takes you out to a secluded spot in nature, he'll sit and bring you into his lap as you both bask in one another's glorious love while you kiss. To the two of you, the rest of the world doesn't exist. There's just the two of you.
Sunshine is unadulterated joy and love. Kisses interspersed with smiles and laughter and pure adoration for one another. When your kisses sadly end, she looks at you as if you're the moon to her sun. Your fingers intertwine as you press your lips together, bodies as flush against one another as you can get, the bumping of noses that make you break apart and giggle. She radiates pure love and happiness and she channels that into the kisses you share, her tail gently stroking your cheek because she doesn't want to let your hands go.
Cumulus' kisses always taste of whatever she and Mountain have been baking in the kitchen. They're sweet, both in taste and in essence, as she holds onto your shoulders to keep you rooted where you are. She doesn't tell anyone else, but sometimes she worries that like the wind you'll blow away and she may never get to tell you again how much she cherishes and loves you. She tries her best not to make it so obvious with her kisses, but sometimes they're so filled with need that you have to reassure her that nothing could tear you both apart. You'd fight for her, do anything for her, and she is the same with you.
The way Cirrus kisses you is similar to Sodo in that they're full of heated passion, but not as aggressive. She's forceful, pushing a knee between your legs, tugging your clothes or your hair, but not to engulf you. She wants and needs to feel you, to know that you're just as real as she is, and that this isn't a dream. But when you fight back, trying to take control and dominate the kiss, it's your way of letting her know that you're very real and that she couldn't get rid of you even if she tried. There's biting, sucking of lips, squeezing of flesh, and both of your hearts rattling against your chests. In that moment, you both feel so electric and alive.
#cardinal copia#papa emeritus iv#mary goore#sodo ghoul#aether ghoul#swiss ghoul#rain ghoul#mountain ghoul#sunshine ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#cardinal copia x reader#papa emeritus iv x reader#mary goore x reader#sodo x reader#aether x reader#swiss x reader#rain x reader#mountain x reader#sunshine x reader#cumulus x reader#cirrus x reader#the band ghost#ghost headcanons#headcanons
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dearest rizz
may I humbly request some phantom ghoul thoughts? 🤲
maybe him doing some self care (wink wink)
Y’all know how much I love Phantom and his self care
Phantom woke up slowly, blinking away the sleep haze from his mind. The overly washed bed sheets of the hotel scratched at his sensitive skin and he let out a long yawn, rubbing his eye with his fist. He stretches, feeling his bones pop, and rolls into his belly to check the time on the old hotel clock. He lets out a gasp as his hard cock gets trapped between his belly and the mattress. He was hard. So unbelievably hard. His belly swoops at the sudden pressure on his cock and he can’t help the little moan he lets out. He circles his hips a little, letting out a small ‘oh’ when the pleasurable sensation rocket’s though his body and makes his head spin.
He whines as he rocks his hips against the mattress but the friction isn’t right, not quite enough. His cock throbs sadly where it’s trapped, hot and hard. He feels himself flush hot all over, sweat beading at the nape of his neck as he tries desperately to push his cock harder agains the flat surface of the mattress.
He lets out an annoyed huff, pushing himself up so he’s kneeling on his knees, his cock standing up hard and proud between his thighs, an already irritated red tint coloured over him. He grabs the pillow his head had been resting on just seconds ago and wedges it between his legs, a small smile and a breathless moan leaving his lips as he settles into it.
He suppresses a whine as the head of his cock gets dragged over the rough fabric, it feels so good already he can’t help the way his hips buck into it. “Oh, oh. Feels so good already.” He says to himself, nodding in agreement with himself.
He lets out a deep shaky breath as he moves his hips in small circles, rutting against the pillow even more.
“So nice.” He starts rutting his hips with a little harder, the pillow crinkling under the movements. He grinds down a little harder, his eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure that flows through him.
“Oh-oh- w-wanna cum.” His cock kicks in the pillow. “Please? Please can I cum? I’ve been a good boy.”
He flops down, his shoulder hitting the mattress and buries his fave into the other pillow, letting out a choked off moan when he can small the remnants of Dew imbedded into the pillow. It had been two nights since Dew had snuck his way into his bed and made a mess of him, but the scent of cinnamon and firewood was still embedded deep into the fabric.
He inhaled deeply, letting out a moan at the strong scent of Dew. His back arches almost on instinct, his tail raising high into the air to present himself. “Oh-oh-Dew. Dew please-oh fuck- Dew, Dew, Dew- daddy.”
His cock drools into the pillow making it wet and sticking. He’s making a mess, he knows it but he doesn’t care. If Dew was here he would make fun of him for it. He can hear him whispering in his ear, taunting him, calling him a mess and castling him pathetic for being so desperate.
“Oh, daddy please. Dew, please let me cum.” He pants into the pillow. “I’ve been good. I’ve been so good. I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy, I’m-oh shit- please.”
His hand comes up to to his hair and he pulls desperatelyin time with his thrusting. The pleasure swirls through his body making tears well in his eyes, his thighs start shaking and he sobs out, rutting his cock into the pillow even harder.
“I’m- I’m so close. I’m so- oh- daddy please. Im gunna- gunna cum, please let me Dew.”
He ruts down into the pillow even harder, getting faster and faster. He cries out, still pulling on his hair.
“Dew, daddy, daddy, I’m gunna- I can’t stop, need to cum so bad.”
Phantom whimpers, inhaling the pillow again and moaning when the smell of Dew has memories of being railed into the mattress by the fire ghoul flood his mind.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy. I’m- oh shit, fuck- I’m cumming, I’m cumming-cumming.”
His whole body flushes red hot as he goes completely stiff as he cums, shooting off hot and sticky ropes into the pillow.
“I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy.” He mumbles so himself as he comes down from his high. “Such a good boy, so good for daddy.”
He ruts his softening cock through the sticky mess he’s just created until overstimulation and him tingly and whining. He flops down into the pillow, too exhausted to care about the mess and lets out a sight, finally feeling satisfied. He begins to drift off exactly like that, laying in his own mess with a satisfied smile on his face.
Unbeknownst to Phantom, the hotel walls were thin, incredibly thin, and his hotel neighbour just so happened to be the one ghoul he was fantasising about. Dew listened to whole ordeal with one ear pressed to the wall, a hand around his cock and hand slapped over his mouth so he couldn’t make a sound.
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If you're still taking kiss prompts, Dewther with 27. Thanks!
I love writing dewther so much lol. Sorry if the formatting’s scuffed, I wrote this on my phone lol, hope you enjoy!
Prompt from this list
#27: as a suggestion
Aether's not exactly sure what time it is when he looks up from his desk, the fine print on the paperwork in front of him all starting to blur in the blue light from his computer monitor. He pushes his glasses up to rub at his eyes, straightening with a jolt as he sees a figure stepping into the infirmary office, clearing their throat.
"Dew, darling, what's wrong? Are you alright?" He stammers, reaching out with his quintessence to quickly scan over his mate. He knows that Dew has chronic pain that ebbs and flows, aching joints and scars, fears not being there if a flare-up had hit, unable to soothe his mate's pain.
Dew chuckles softly, stepping closer to the desk as the quintessence flows over him. His copper eyes flutter shut at the sensation, like carbonation and ozone. "I'm fine, Aeth, Cold, though. In that big bed of ours, all alone."
Aether sighs, runs a hand through his hair, pushing the dark strands that had fallen into his face back into his mohawk. "'m almost done with this, Dew," he lies, gesturing to the mess of papers on his desk. He winces as Dew raises an eyebrow, both of them knowing that's not the case.
"Aether, starshine," Dew says, voice monotone. "You have never been able to lie to me. Don't bother trying now."
Aether sighs again, meeting his eyes. Dew's right, of course. He's always been able to see right through him. Sometimes it makes him feel like a particularly interesting insect pinned to a board, but others? Its a relief to be known.
"The papers will still be there in the morning, starshine," Dew says, leaning over the cluttered surface of his desk to take his face in his hands. He leans into it, staring up at his mate's face. Backlit by the shitty fluorescents in his office, Aether's own shirt slipping down his shoulder, revealing the long-healed bite that matches his, bare-legged, the hem of his shirt brushing the tops of his narrow thighs, Dew is the closest to angelic a hellbeast like them will ever be.
Dew smooths his thumbs over the stubble on his cheeks, overdue for a shave. Strands of hair frame his face from where it falls out of where it's been braided back. "You haven't been sleeping much, have you? You look like shit."
Aether laughs dryly. He knows it's true. But the paperwork needs to get done, both for the infirmary and for the Abbey's bookwork. He leans into Dew's hands, even as he sets his shoulders despite his exhaustion. "I do have deadlines, you know."
Dew's brow furrows, and Aether knows he's been late to bed for a week now, only collapsing into their nest long after Dew's fallen asleep. "You're killing yourself over this, starshine," he hums sadly, still stroking his cheek. "At least gimme a kiss good night?"
Aether gives him a little smile, bringing his hand up to cover Dew's. "Of course, darling. C'mere."
Dew leans further over Aether's desk, until their lips are so close Aether can feel the warmth radiating off of him. Dew kisses the corner of his lips, pulling away before Aether can give him more.
Aether keens, reaching subconsciously for his mate as the fire ghoul steps backwards from the desk. "Baby, come on, gimme a real kiss."
Dew laughs, a spark of satisfied mischief in his eyes. "Nuh-uh. You can get a real kiss if you come to bed, Aether."
"Oh, you brat," Aether growls playfully, watching Dew's face light up in a grin as he stands. "Tempting me away from my work."
"Your mate," Dew says, still slowly backing towards the door, "Has never been able to tempt you from anything. This is all you, you stubborn ghoul."
They both freeze, locking eyes for a long moment before Dew turns, darting down the hallway back towards the ghoul wing. Aether growls again, the noise broken by laughter, hitting the light switch as he follows.
#dot's writing#kiss prompts#the band ghost#the band ghost fanfiction#dewdrop ghoul#aether ghoul#dewther#dew/aether
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req: Hi I really liked your fic with Athena and I would like the same fic with Hades if you don't mind. Thanks in advance!
yandere PJO! Hades x demigod! darling 💀🐺👑 - general hcs
I would like to start off by establishing that I truly and firmly believe that Hades would NEVER hurt you or torture you like some of the other gods and goddesses *agressive coughing* Athena, Ares and Hera *more aggresive coughing*
Well and truly he is too in love with you to even THINK about that
I mean have you seen how he reacted to Persephone hating him at the start of their relationship???
Anyways, I believe that the way you would meet is if you were a mother figure to Nico
Nico was immediately drawn to you, an older camper who had stayed back to help Chiron as a counsellor
You weren't afraid of him like most other councellors, rather, like Percy and Annabeth, you saw him as more of what he was; a child who just needed love and affection, a neglected and abandoned child who had to grow up too soon
He's rightfully suspicious and offstanding to you at first but if you act the correct way around him, he definitely takes to you
He starts opening up to you about different things, how he felt about his sister's death, how he felt about Jason's death and how he was struggling to see the point in anything
Comforting him at any time late in the night because he's anxious and depressed and being the one to introduce him to Will also helps :)
I think after he starts dating Will is when he takes you to introduce you to his dad because he finally feels like he has a mother
And that is when you, unfortunately, catch the attention of the Lord of the Dead himself
It's very very hard to gain Nico's trust, considering what he's been through, Hades knew you must have a heart of gold or atleast cared about Nico to have one around him
He finds you intriguing, the way you stand tall to him and only give him a stiff bow, how you roam about and talk to his ghoul servants with ease and of course, how well you're able to take care of and calm down Nico
So his inner stalker starts acting up and he starts sending his servants to spy on you, following you around in the darkness, watching you in the shadows, showing up in your dreams, resulting in them melting into nightmares
Waking up trembling and sweating because of the horrifying creatures and distant memories tormenting you :(
Hades hates tormenting (traumatizing) you but he can't really help it since he needs to know your routine to kidnap you
Actually, I don't know why I censored that, he does kidnap you
He basically sends his furies on your ass which sucks for you but he had no choice
Like imagine just having a quiet, comfortable time in your cabin, all alone with just a nice book and your favourite drink
And then screeching she-demons descend on you and literally drag you all the way to the underworld
Of course, you were having absolutely NONE of that, kicking and screaming
But he gets you eventually
As soon as they deposited you in your bedroom, the man himself comes to see you
Hades confesses to you immediately and tells you he loves you
You immediately remember the story of Persephone and shove him away in horror
From then on, it's just a never ending cycle of him trying to win you over with his wealth and confessions of undying love
Visiting your bedroom everyday with flowers from Persephone's garden
They're beautiful of course but that doesn't mean you'll forgive him
Chucking things from your incredibly expensive bedroom at him while he just stands there and stares at you sadly before leaving
Yelling at him and begging for him to take you back home but he just shakes his head no and apologizes to you over and over
This could go either of two ways, depending on the kind of person you are
1. You keep fighting against him until you finally give in, accepting your situation and deciding to make the most of it
2. You accept his love, thinking that it's better to have undying love than mortal love
He'll be delighted when you finally storm out of your room and go to his throne room, calmly informing him that you accept his proposal
He ADORES you
He's very clingy and he wants you in the throne room with him at all times
He's the kind of person to stare at you for hours and get completely distracted from his job
Like most of the times, you're gonna have to be the one to interview the souls who come to meet him because he's too busy gazing at you
He loves being romantic and will wake you up every day with flowers
He isn't very touchy-feely, he's more of a gift giver kind of person
I mean, he's the god of wealth for god's sake
He will literally get you ANYTHING you want
Even if it's sold out EVERYWHERE, he will personally commission Hephaestus to make it for you
Literally dream of anything, anything that you could possibly want and boom, the next morning, you wake up with it on your bedside table
All he wants in return is a little kiss every day and you telling him you love him
He's one of the gods who will let you roam the above world
He knows that he treats you so well, you'll come back to him anyways
He loves taking you on romantic dates to literally any place you want
Renting out the Eiffel tower just for the two of you is quite the common occurrence, it's his favourite place for a date <3
Complete gentleman, notices everything about you and will literally just chuck money at people, gods, ghosts and monsters alike to make whatever you want happen
Even the slightest show of affection from you is enough to make this poor god pass OUT
Like imagine picking a pretty flower from the above world for him and presenting it to him in the throne room??
He almost fainted of happiness and immediately ordered it to be planted in the royal garden so he could go and gaze at it for eternity
He's in the seventh heaven when you tell him you love him
For everyone wondering what's going on on the Persephone aspect of things, I think she'd be pretty damn pissed at first
Not only because he kidnapped ANOTHER girl
But also because that's her husband??
But unlike Minthe, he actually defends you and refuses to let her hurt you or turn you into a plant and crush you
Eventually, depending on your behaviour and attitude towards her, Persephone will either hate you but not do anything about it, learn to tolerate you OR she'll love you <3
Maybe a little too much....
I mean, you caught her husband's eye....so surely there's something about you that intrigues her too....
But that's a good thing!.....right?
Good luck to you if she ends up turning yandere for you because she is definitely not as soft-hearted and non-violent as Hades
Either way, living in the underworld turns out not to be so bad, especially when you can wander around in your choice of clothes all day, throw money around on things you want, living in a gigantic palace decorated to your design and basically do whatever you like in return for loving an actually really sweet god
Y'know, even if it IS completely filled with spirits and zombies
But that's just minor details in exchange for literally anything in the world....right?
Also, Cerberus ADORES you
Even if you have dog allergies, since he isn't technically a real dog, his 'fur' doesn't affect you
Will follow you around everywhere, begging for pets with all 6 of those cute puppy eyes
Also loves playing fetch :3
Once Nico found out that his father kidnapped you, his reaction was something along the lines of silent, shocked staring
"Nico...I can expla-"
"What. The. Fu-"
He gets used to it pretty fast, he's used to his father's weird, obsessive antics by now
And besides, it just means he gets to spend more time with you <3
I have this irrelevant hc that he likes dragging you with him to his father's throne room and giving him a forceful makeover, just to embarrass him
Hades puts up with it, mostly because he's a softie
In terms of punishments and such, the only time he'd really get pissed is if you tried cheating on him
Like he is so whipped for you that he is willing to let anything slide...except for disloyalty
Even then, the most he'll do is isolate you
He really can't keep himself away from you either
Mostly, he'll just send his minions to guard you a lot more
Which is just more inconvenient and annoying than anything mentally damaging
Overall, he's one of the tamest yanderes in terms of Greek gods
He really doesn't want to hurt you, he just wants you to stay with him forever
He's just clingy :)
#percy jackson#percy pjo#percy series#pjo#pjo hoo toa#pjo x reader#hades x reader#yandere greek mythology#yandere greek gods#yandere hades#yandere#greek mythology x reader
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16 for the angst prompts pleasee (maybe mountain dew?)
-☀️🌙
… I’m so sorry
This turned into 1.2k words of me deep diving into dew’s insecurities. Y’all keep telling me to hurt that fire ghoul and I sadly have more than enough to deliver.
Hope you enjoy!
“He’s just been extra sensitive recently.”
It sounds like rain from what dew can make out through the door.
“I know. He’s just been harsh.”
That was definitely mountain. Were they talking about him?
“I don’t think he means it. Just been rough for him”
“Yeah but it’s getting hard to be around. He’s been mean rain, more than he usually is”
Usually is?
“I know. I’ll talk to him. He’s just in a funk I’m sorry”
“You don’t have to be sorry. You’re not the problem, dew needs to figure himself out”
So they were talking about him.
“I agree, trust me. Just cut him some slack ok?”
“Fine”
He hears the doorknob turn and he quickly darts in the direction of his own room.
Had he really been that badly recently? Sure he’s usually blunt and likes to mess around, but *mean*? Has he really been mean to everyone? To mountain?
The questions race through his head as he sits on the ground in his room. He doesn’t try to be mean. He doesn’t try to hurt anyone, the thought of being genuinely malicious to those he loves makes him feel sick. He knows no matter how much guilt he may feel or whatever his intentions actually were, they don’t excuse the effect they’ve apparently had.
He tries to suck it up and stop wallowing in his own pity. He wants to make it up to mountain, and whoever else is thinking the same thing as him, because surely everyone else is right? Dew doesn’t feel right with himself.
He starts with the greenhouse. He brings up the fresh mulch from storage that mountains been talking about needing to retrieve, and quickly refills his watering can before mountain comes to start his work.
“Droplet, did you do this?” Mountain asks. Dew doesn’t like the tone of confusion in his voice, like he would never expect dew of all people to help out. But he nods anyways and retreats back to his room.
The next day dew makes mountain his coffee alongside is. Wakes up 15 minutes early to be able to beat him downstairs.
“I made you coffee since I was awake, just how I know you like it.” Dew offers him a nonchalant smile. He tries hard to not seem like he’s going out of his way to be so kind. He hopes that the others will maybe just think he’s finally changed his ways, become better.
“Dew, can I ask if something’s wrong” mountain stares down into his coffee in confusion.
“What? No. Nothings wrong with your coffee. It’s just a kind gesture” dew rolls his eyes. Mountain didn’t think this was some elaborate prank did he?
“No, is there something wrong with you droplet” mountains eyes held genuine concern.
“Why would there be?”
Mountain doesn’t know how to phrase it. Doesn’t like the weight of the words on his tongue, but tries to say them anyways.
“You’ve just been … overly kind recently. Did something happen? I just want to know if you’re alright”
The slam of dews ceramic coffee cup echos off of the kitchen walls. He knew this would happen, he should’ve expected it.
“Why do you think something’s wrong with me when I’m nice? You wanted me to be nicer and now something’s wrong with me?” His voice is higher than he wants it to be.
“Dew no, that’s not what I meant-“
“I heard what you told rain. I’m sorry I just wanted to do better for you” he doesn’t want to cry. He is anyways. He again prayed that mountain would just take his kindness and forgive him and they could move on but he’s never had that kind of good luck before, why would he now?
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was frustrated and was venting and I never wanted you to hear that.”
Dew hiccups around his words. He’s embarrassed, never likes to show this much emotion. He’s always been the emotional one and he hates it more than words can ever describe.
“But you said it for a reason. Just let me change. I just want you all to love me I’ll change I’m sorry I’ll do better” his words slur together. His wipes his face with his sleeve and tries so hard to be composed though he knows he can’t be. Not like this.
“You don’t need to change dewdrop. We don’t want you to change. I’m sorry, you didn’t need to hear any of that. I didn’t mean it.” Mountain tries his best to plea with him, but he knows this about more than a stupid conversation behind closed doors.
“I do need to change. I need you all to love me like you do each other. Please” he can’t stop the words from tumbling out if his mouth. Years of pent up insecurities and he’s ashamed for how easy he’s letting them all go.
“We do love you dew, we love each other all equally, what is this about?”
“You don’t treat me the same” the words are choked, they’re barely coherent. “No one gives me the same affection as everyone else and I don’t get it. I just want to be loved like everyone else is”
“Oh dew, we do love you. I’m sorry if we made you feel otherwise. Why didn’t you say something?” Mountains abandoned his coffee now in favor of trying to rest his hand on dews shoulder but it’s quickly batted away. He’s concerned, almost scared at the way dew is practically sobbing, almost hyperventilating.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you how I feel. If I deserved love I would’ve gotten it already” he finally yells, sobs around his words. He collapses on the ground with mountain by his side. He’s again ashamed for his emotions. He doesn’t like being like this, doesn’t like being a nuisance. This was supposed to be about proving himself to mountain and he’s made it about himself. He again tries to push the concerned ghoul away. He doesn’t deserve the support.
Dew knows he's being unreasonable. He's jerk, a menace, a brat. Why would anyone go out of their way to show him any extra kindness. He doesn't deserve it. There's always the question of "if you crave love so badly, why don't you treat others with it" and the internal debate of "I don't deserve it" and "if I deserved it, someone would see past the act and give it to me anyways"
He's blind though, as the other ghouls do love him no matter what. The way they mess with him a bit extra, giving him an outlet to have fun, they think he enjoys it so they keep doing it. How they go to him when somethings wrong, or immediately move aside when all he needs is a warm bed and no talking.
The way mountain plants extra lilacs because he likes the smell, or how ether stands closer to him than the others on stage.
He's just too blinded by his own insecurities to see it. A bitter sweet feeling at being "right" about not deserving to be loved, but he was never right, just can't get over his own ego to admit that.
#I’m sorry#this one has been saved up#a lot of pent up emotions oops!!#my bad for real#the band ghost#ghost#fanfic#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#dewdrop ghoul#wrath writes#mountain ghoul
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I have a fic request: imagine dew finding mountain outside in the cold, sobbing and trying to hug all his potted plants close to himself and having little holes and started from the thorned plants all on his chest and arms
If this makes you uncomfy you don't have to do anything!!
hi! it was okay for me to write, it didn't make me uncomfy so dw, but oh my poor earth boy :(
also, an ask I answered earlier today made me think about ghouls mixing up mama and papa and dew being called mama, so I threw some of that into this ficlet. @sphylor you may be interested :)
1045 words, little mostly non-verbal mountain, cg mama dew, what it says in the ask, mountain is sad about his plants, there's crying, he also hurt himself a bit but there's a happy, cuddly ending
“Hey, did Mountain come?” Dewdrop shouted from the kitchen. He was finishing up cooking the dinner, the call was ten minutes ago and everyone was already seated by the table. Everyone but Mountain.
“Nope,” Swiss answered.
“Well,” the fire ghoul stepped out into the common room dressed in a pink apron, pot full of potatoes in one hand, a plastic spoon in the other, “has anyone seen him at all today?”
All the ghouls murmured something to each other, trying to figure out who was the last one to have seen Mountain. At some point Phantom spoke up, “I think I saw him going outside earlier but that was hours ago.”
Dewdrop thought for a moment. It was snowing, way too cold for the earth ghoul to wander outside, why would he… “Oh, no.”
He all but dropped the potatoes onto the table, murmuring something along the lines of ‘sauce is in the kitchen, eat’ before throwing the apron off and rushing out of the room. He ran straight outside, flip flops on his feet, and in the direction of Mountain’s main greenhouse. Dewdrop bursted inside, but the earth ghoul was nowhere to be seen. Stressed out of his mind Dew stepped outside once again. Snow was hitting his skin but it was melting right away. “Mounty? Rosey?”
Dewdrop’s ears twitched when he heard a sniffle and a whine from behind the greenhouse. He rushed to round the corner and then to Mountain’s side when he saw him. The earth ghoul was curled on the ground, his clothes wet from the snow. He was shivering and crying, he had his arms around a few potted plants in his lap, a few more laying next to him.
“Oh, Rosey,” Dewdrop immediately wrapped himself around Mountain as much as he could, pushing his warmth into the freezing ghoul. “Why did you come out here all alone? It's so cold, baby.”
Mountain lifted his head slightly with a pained little whimper and looked at Dew with big, teary eyes before shaking his head.
“No words?” the fire ghoul asked. Mountain nodded. “That’s okay, no need to speak, just give me nods and shakes of your head, alright, Rosey?”
Mountain nodded again and Dewdrop forced himself to smile a bit, even though his heart ached for the poor earth ghoul. “I’ve got you now, I need to take you back inside, baby. It’s way too cold for you out here.”
The little ghoul whined and tried to tighten his hold on his plants. That made him wince, as if in pain, and Dewdrop didn’t miss it. “What is it, are you hurt? I know, Rosey, but I need to see.”
The fire ghoul first uncurled himself from around Mountain, then tried to look him over. He sighed sadly when he noticed the issue. Some of the plants the ghoul was hugging to his chest had thorns, and he gripped them so hard he made little holes in his shirt and had them digging into his skin and scratching it.
“Mounty, I need you to listen to me for a second, okay? I know you are very sad about your plants, I would be sad too, but right now, we need to take care of you, alright? I have an offer, can you listen to me?” Dewdrop waited for an affirming nod, knowing Mountain had a tendency to tune out what was happening around when he was panicking.
He nodded. “Alright, baby. What about we get you up, go put all your plants into the greenhouse, so you can take care of them when you feel better, and then I’ll take you inside?”
Mountain seemed to be thinking the proposition over, not entirely willing to leave his plants, but knowing Dewdrop knows better and he should listen to him. Soon enough, he nodded shakily and let the fire ghoul unwrap him, careful of the thorns still way too close to Mountain’s skin for Dew’s liking.
“Come on up then, baby, can you stand?” the fire ghoul asked and waited patiently for Mountain to stand up. As soon as he did, Dewdrop opened his arms for him to fall into. Dew wanted to warm him up a bit before they’d do anything else, he was so, so cold.
“Time to go, Rosey,” Dewdrop said after a few moments. The earth ghoul whined but pulled away, rubbing at his teary eyes with his fist. He must’ve been exhausted, too. “Okay, now we act quickly and go, okay? Let’s put your plants into the wheelbarrow, I’ll melt the snow.”
Dewdrop did exactly that. He quickly melted the snow inside the barrow, dumped the water out and within a few minutes all the sad plants were loaded and ready to move inside the greenhouse. Mountain was visibly feeling a bit better by the time they closed the doors and Dewdrop gave him a hand to hold as they walked back to the Abbey.
Back inside the fire ghoul made Mountain, who was getting very sleepy, get rid of the cold, wet clothes. Dewdrop looked him over, ultimately deciding he didn’t need Aether’s help with the tiny, thorn-caused injuries. Soon enough, Mountain was dressed in his favorite onesie that Cumulus made for him, with a soother in between his lips as he snuggled as close to Dewdrop as he could.
“Are you feeling alright now, Rosey?” the fire ghoul asked, running warm hands up and down Mountain’s body.
“Mhm,” he spat the soother out, “mama…”
Mountain froze and immediately curled away from Dewdrop, embarrassment washing over him, even though the fire ghoul didn’t react in any way. Inside he did feel a pang of shock. Usually he was ‘papa’, but Mountain had a thing with mixing up words when small, especially as tired as he was. Dewdrop thought he shouldn’t like it, that dysphoria should've reared it ugly head but… it didn’t. He liked it, he liked being that to Mountain.
“It’s okay, baby,” the fire ghoul assured, kissing the top of his head, “I can be your mama. It’s alright.”
Mountain looked up at him shyly, searching for signs Dew was lying. He found none, and relaxed again as Dewdrop guided the soother back into his mouth. He was asleep in a flash.
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ghoul regressor headcanons :))
phantom ghoul (they/it):
very VERY clingy (loves clinging to swiss)
swiss is their main caregiver
can go nonverbal, communicates via sign language if it isn’t too little
sometimes they can regress so little that their head needs to be supported when they’re being held
LOVES stuffed animals
despite being closest with swiss, it loves to spend time with rain, dew, and aurora when it’s regressed (especially if aurora is also regressed, makes it so happy)
loves to be called bug, makes them giggle
has an oral fixation, something is always in it’s mouth, be that its tail, someone else’s tail, its fingers, someone else’s fingers, or a paci
dewdrop ghoul (he/him):
doesn’t regress very often
when he does, it’s typically involuntary
he gets so stressed :(
the sweetest little thing, he just wants cuddles and to be held
before aether left the band, aether was his prime caregiver, now it’s rain, mountain, and cumulus
loves to be carried around by mountain bc he’s so tall
needs to find cumulus almost immediately or he isn’t a happy camper
likes to be called firefly, makes the little light up
rain ghoul (they/them):
sometimes when they regresses, they’ll try to hide that they’re in a smaller headspace
especially if they’re on tour and have stuff that requires them to be big
they think they’re good at hiding when they’re little, they’re not, swiss or dew will notice immediately
bc he’s hypermobile, sometimes he’ll think he hurt himself but really, they’re just fine
cries when they don’t get attention
likes to carry around a stuffed otter
big oral fixation, doesn’t have pacis, sucks on their tail
aurora ghoulette (she/her): 
doesn’t need to regress often
only does when she really wants to, unless she’s REALLY stressed she never regresses involuntarily
cirrus & cumulus are her main caregivers
loves to hang out with phantom when regressed, they are summoning twins after all
obsessed with the color pink, she must be wearing at least one thing that is pink (or holding something)
calls cumulus “lulu” or “mama”
calls cirrrus “mommy”
swiss ghoul (all prns, mostly he/him):
doesn’t regress at all
is a caregiver to phantom, rain, mountain, and if dew isn’t clinging to mountain, rain, or cumulus, he’s a caregiver to dew
loves it when his ghouls are little
phantom is his favorite (but you didn’t hear that from me)
would do anything to keep their little ghouls happy
mountain ghoul (no prns):
much like dew, only really regresses involuntarily
mountain gets too stressed to deal with big mountain’s emotions
always finds rain or swiss immediately, sometimes cumulus
sometimes mountain feels dysphoric bc of how tall mountain is (wants to feel as small as how mountain’s brain feels)
swiss bought clothes that are too big for mountain to somewhat battle this
loves clinging to either of mountain’s caregivers
very bad oral fixation, needs something in mountain’s mouth at all times
when mountain is big and another ghoul is little, mountain loves carrying them around just to hear their happy chirps
cumulus ghoulette (she/her):
doesn’t regress, instead watches over aurora, dew, and sometimes mountain
loves her little ghouls with all her heart
likes to use her air powers to ruffle up their hair, makes the littles smile SO HARD
cirrus ghoulette (she/they):
doesn’t regress
only really looks after aurora, unless the other littles come find her
loves to just spend time with little aurora, sadly they don’t see little aurora that often
likes to pamper her little(s)
#phantom ghoul#mountain ghoul#swiss ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#aurora ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#papa emeritus iv#papa copia#regressed ghouls#age regression#the band ghost#fluff#i love them so much#ghoul headcanons
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Kobra Kid's answer to : "What is a day you'll never forget?"
Written in my wattpad a few months ago, i posted Jet's here so I'm doing Kobra's too (: enjoyyyy
Mines nothing in comparison to Jet's. I'm gonna go with a nice one. I'm not huge on being sentimental but the day Poison won a bunch of awards for his art in a zone wide exhibit was a great day.
It was mid July 2017. Girl had just come to live with us maybe a month earlier. We had gotten word about a big exhibit that was gonna happen in zone five. Poison had always been a bit of an artist and that's what he always wanted to do with his life before BL/I. He tried to keep his skill sharp in the zones but with limited supplies it was really hard. Honestly it made me really sad to see his dreams crushed. We had been trying to convince him to enter for several days before he gave in. He painted and drew all sorts of things. Scenery, people, emotions...it was really cool. We drove out to zone five and he submitted almost a dozen pieces. We walked around to look at the other entries while they were being judged.
" I wish I hadn't done this." He whined
" Why?" Jet asked
" Because...Look at this stuff... Mine's nothing like theirs." he said sadly gesturing to all the colorful papers and canvas spread out around him.
" Oh stop it." Jet said playfully smacking him
" Your stuff is way better, Pois." Ghoul said trying to cheer him up
" If I were a judge I wouldn't even bother looking at the rest of this stuff. Yours is clearly the best." He finished
" Mmm."Poison said, still not buying it.
" It's really good." Girl said running up next to the red head.
" You're an amazing art dude." She said smiling
He smiled at her, " Thank you Missile." He said bending over to give her a hug.
We all kinda separated and walked around separately but I stayed with my brother.
We walked quietly for a while just looking at the many painted and pastel cacti and sunsets... I'm not an expert but it seemed a little generic to me. I could tell he was getting sadder by the second feeling so much more inferior to the more established artists. Poison has always lacked self confidence in everything. His appearance,personality, skills. And he shouldn't feel bad because he's a unique human being and that's something to be proud of.
Poison sighed.
" You know even if you don't win I'm still proud of you Pois." I said
" You should save the pride for something worth it." He said sadly looking at a charcoal sketch of yet another cactus.
" Nope. I'm still proud of you. And I always will be no matter what you do." I said again.
"..."
" Alright Poison. Enough self pity. Look at this stuff. It's all the same thing. Sunsets and cactus. Boring bland colors and no emotion behind it right?" I asked
" I mean...sorta."
" And you put thought and emotion into your stuff. Colors and variation. "
" Thats-"
" Let me put it this way." I interrupted turning to face him.
" These guys may have some talent and knowledge for sure. They have no creativity to back it up. It's just knowledge.It's kinda like how most people can write...but only a few people can ACTUALLY write, and have a story to tell or a message to get across." I finished. He thought for a second.
" So please...don't be down on yourself for having something a lot of people can only dream of. Both knowledge AND creativity." I said, pulling him into a tight hug.
He hugged me back and I could feel him release all the tension in his body.
" Thanks Kobra." He said
" Anytime. "
*STATIC*
"WILL PARTY POISON PLEASE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE JUDGES TABLE AT THIS TIME" a loudspeaker screeched out
" I saw a flash of fear in my brother's eyes.
" relax. You got this alright?" I said
" Yeah... " He said walking away. He looked back at me and I gave him a thumbs up.
I found Jet, Ghoul and Girl.
" Why did they want Poison?" Ghoul asked
" Dunno..." I responded.
*STATIC*
"WINNERS HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCED AT THE JUDGES TABLE! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED THIS YEAR AND WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN NEXT YEAR!"
They went to the front as they were instructed and saw Poison grinning ear to ear with all his colorful creations displayed hung with diy ribbon's. He ran up to us and immediately hugged me.
" Thank you for always believing in my Kobra." He whispered
" Anytime." I said
He was wearing a scratched and chipped gold metal with the engraving of " Track and Field champions" crossed out with a sharpie to read " Reigning Zone art champion."
Everyone hugged and congratulated him. He picked up Missile Kid and spun her around while she laughed.
" I told you you'd win!" she exclaimed.
I Know it's nothing I really did but I'm still proud of my big brother for everything he has done and has yet to do. He's been competing and winning competitions all over the Zones ever since and I'm so happy to see him being what he always wanted to be.
Anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble,
Kobra Kid out
#my chemical romance#mcr#gee way#gerard way#g way#mikey way#ray toro#frank iero#my chemical fucking romance#danger days#the fab four#the fabulous killjoys#the true lives of the fabulous killjoys#party poison#kobra kid#jet star#fun ghoul
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since you’re asking for requests can you do a zephyr and ifrit sick fic
Oh 100% Anon!!! Thank you so much for the request ❤️❤️✨🫶
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Quarantined
Ifrit x Zephyr
Ifrit comes down with a nasty case of the stomach bug, and Zephyr offers to help him out in any way he can!
✨ SFW ✨
TW: Mentions of sickness, specifically vomit (I have Emetophobia which is why I felt it was important to mention). Also, we love a soft Zephyr fic??? Yes, yes we do.
Please don’t read if the stomach bug is triggering to you! I know how bad emetophobia panic attacks are, so please don’t put yourself at risk for a fluffy oneshot ❤️
Word Count: 1,541
Ifrit groaned in pain. This was the first time he had had a stomach bug since he was summoned by the Satanic ministry to be a Ghoul in the band Ghost. He had caught it from Omega… the bastard. The poor fire-Ghoul wasn’t used to being out for the count, so this was incredibly difficult for him.
Thankfully though, there was one Ghoul willing to help out, and that was Zephyr. The air-Ghoul knew one of Ifrit’s biggest pet peeves in the world was not being productive, and to top it all off, being ill didn’t help. So, the pianist was slowly walking down the halls towards Ifrit’s quarters.
Zephyr didn’t even bother to knock before entering the younger Ghoul’s room. He knew Ifrit well— the door would be unlocked for sure. The air-Ghoul entered the room cautiously. He spotted a stationary lump in the middle of the bed and sighed sadly.
“How are you feeling, Ifrit?” he questioned while slowly shutting the door behind him as he walked in, “I brought some water, peppermint tea, and honey. Mist told me honey helps with unsettled stomachs and can make you puke a little less. It won’t completely heal you, but it’ll help.”
Typical Zephyr. He was always trying to go above and beyond for his friends, especially with Ifrit. He’s always looked up to the fire-Ghoul despite him being younger than Zephyr, and to see him like this was physically painful. The Ghoul was extremely talented, and not to mention, he was a good friend.
Ifrit responded with a pitiful groan as he rolled over to face Zephyr.
“Thanks. I have never felt so sick in my life. I am… thankful you decided to come and check on me, but I promise I’m fine.”
Zephyr’s tail wagged slightly with the compliment, a small smile appearing on his lips from underneath his mask, “You don’t need to thank me, Ifrit. I’m more than happy to help you out. You’re my friend, and I know you’d do the same for me.”
Ifrit looked terrible though, which made the smile slowly slip from Zephyr’s face. It was a rare occurrence to see any of the ministry’s Ghouls without their masks, which was likely the result of the fire-Ghoul’s frequent vomiting.
Ifrit’s face pale, his eyes were dilated from the sheer discomfort he was feeling, and he was sweating. The Ghoul likely had a fever.
Without another word, Zephyr unscrewed the cap of one of the water bottles he had brought with him, and walked over to the disheveled bed; placing the opening of the bottle to Ifrit’s lips. The Ghoul didn’t immediately take the offer of water; his eyes fluttering shut due to exhaustion.
“Ifrit, buddy. You’ve gotta drink something. You’ll dehydrate if you don’t,” Zephyr cooed while stroking the younger Ghoul’s face, “Come on. Just one sip. I’m gonna throw some tea on to boil too. All of this will make you feel so much better.”
“Zephyr… I’m tired,” the poor man whispered while sleepily wiping the sweat from his brow.
Zephyr sighed in annoyance, “Dude, I will force feed you this damn water. Make it easier on both of us. I’m not asking you to drink the whole bottle— you just need a few sips, okay? And trust me, puking this water up will feel great compared to dry heaving.”
That seemed to get Ifrit’s attention.
The younger Ghoul’s tired eyes slowly opened, and he took a few small sips of water. He groaned in discomfort as the liquid slid down his raw throat. Without another word, Ifrit’s eyes closed, and he rolled on his side, facing away from Zephyr.
The air-Ghoul quickly capped the bottle and carefully placed it on Ifrit’s bedside table.
“I’m gonna make you some tea. The peppermint is scientifically-proven to help nausea and settle upset stomachs. The honey helps sooth intestinal distress, which actually might help you stop vomiting quicker!”
Zephyr loved to learn little things like that. He gained almost paternal instincts when it came to the rest of the Nameless Ghouls, so when someone got sick or something along those lines, he and Mist would discuss ways to help. He and Mist were like the mother and father of the Ghouls… not counting Papa Terzo, of course.
Ifrit didn’t respond to Zephyr’s promise of tea. Zephyr didn’t mind though. The air-Ghoul hummed quietly to himself as he shuffled through Ifrit’s cabinets, finally locating an old fashioned tea kettle.
The air-Ghoul placed the kettle on the stove and turned it on. He continued to hum to himself as he added water to the kettle. Zephyr placed the peppermint tea bags and honey to the side, which he would add to Ifrit’s mug once the water was done boiling.
However, before Zephyr could even try to sit and relax while he waited, Ifrit shot up into a sitting position, his eyes wide. His throat was frantically swallowing mouthfuls of saliva.
“You okay, buddy?” Zephyr asked, his tail twitching in apprehension over Ifrit’s movements. Then it hit him…
Without hesitation, once Zephyr knew what was about to occur, leapt from his position in the kitchen, and raced over to Ifrit’s bedside. He expertly grabbed the wastebasket from the corner of the room, and placed it right in front of the fire-Ghoul’s face.
Just in time, too.
“You’re okay, sweet boy,” Zephyr whispered as Ifrit loudly expelled his stomach contents into the can; tears streaming down the fire-Ghoul’s cheeks as he tried to gasp for air, “Just let it out, Ifrit. You’re okay.”
The care for his fellow Ghoul overshadowed Zephyr’s instincts, telling him to back away and get as far from the vomit as possible. His left hand held the bucket for Ifrit, and his right rubbed reassuring circles on the sick Ghoul’s back.
“There, there, Ifrit,” Zephyr cooed as Ifrit began to collect himself after his sickness, “You’re okay. Take some deep breaths, okay?”
Zephyr placed the wastebasket back on the floor and fetched a handkerchief from his pocket; carefully dabbing away the sick from Ifrit’s quivering lips, “You’re okay, sweet boy.”
“I don’t feel okay,” Ifrit muttered while letting Zephyr continue dabbing up the mess, “And I’m worried I’ll make you sick. I don’t want anyone else to have to deal with this.”
The air-Ghoul sighed and rubbed Ifrit’s shoulders reassuringly, shushing his concerns, “If I get it, I get it. It is what it is. It’s going to get the whole ministry— it happens all the time.”
“You’re taking this whole thing very well,” Ifrit replied while grabbing the water bottle off the bedside table and taking a small sip, “I would be freaking out if I was in your shoes.”
Zephyr chuckled and placed a small kiss through his silver mask on Ifrit’s forehead. That was a bold move considering he hadn’t ever confronted Ifrit on the fact that he had a little crush, but Zephyr figured it would be okay.
He was right. Ifrit didn’t even bat an eye as Zephyr placed the mouth of his mask against his exposed forehead. He actually blushed, which was so out of character for the fire-Ghoul.
Zephyr quickly got the peppermint tea with honey together for Ifrit. The sick Ghoul just sat patiently and waited; his eyes saggy and sleepy.
The air-Ghoul brought the mug of hot tea over. He blew slightly on the hot water to try and cool it, and once it was a safe temperature, Zephyr helped Ifrit take a few sips.
“This is actually helping my throat ache,” Ifrit observed while licking his lips, which signified he even liked the taste of the beverage, “Thanks, Zeph.”
Zephyr then crawled into bed beside Ifrit and urged him to lay on the air-Ghoul’s chest. Without hesitation, Ifrit placed his mug of peppermint tea on the nightstand with his water bottle, and snuggled into Zephyr’s side.
“Thank you,” Ifrit whispered while bundling himself into Zephyr’s side along with his heavy, warm blankets, “You’ve actually managed to make me feel better.”
Zephyr couldn’t help but blush underneath his mask. His tail even swayed slightly from happiness, “Hey, that’s my job. You don’t need to thank me.”
Ifrit’s ears perked slightly, and he actually mustered out a chuckle. Zephyr was about to ask what was so funny when the fire-Ghoul extended his hands and wrapped them around Zephyr’s mask.
The fire-Ghoul removed Zephyr’s mask, “Since you said you don’t mind getting sick…”
Without hesitation, Ifrit pressed his lips softly against Zephyr’s; the air-Ghoul blushing enough to make him look like a tomato.
Zephyr’s arms wrapped lovingly around Ifrit’s body; pulling him closer and deepening their kiss. After a few moments, the two Ghouls pulled away; happiness and adoration in each of their eyes.
“Yeah, that’s definitely worth getting sick over. At least I brought a lot of peppermint tea and honey with me,” Zephyr chuckled like a love-sick teenager, and pulled Ifrit back in for another kiss.
#fanfic#fanfiction#oneshot#one shot#ghost#ghost band#ifrit#ifrit ghoul#zephyr#zephyr ghoul#ifrit x zephyr#nameless ghouls#nameless#ghoul#mask#fluff#fluff fanfic#fluff fic#ghost bc#zephyr x ifrit
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You Don't Separate a Giant and Their Treasure
So as we all know, our dear Aether had to stay and do the ministry’s taxes. But what we didn’t know is he is mated to Mountain and Swiss. Another thing to note is that: Earth ghouls are quite territorial and incredibly possessive over their mates, and on top of all that, poor Mountain has separation anxiety due to his former pack being ripped away from him and just his normal attachment style.
So poor Mountain is forced to be away from his mate for months. Not coming back for nearly 7 months, of course, Aether had come to visit in brief intervals when he was able to and stayed for a few days here and there while Ghost was on the road because otherwise Mountain would’ve destroyed (another) tour bus with his pacing and anxious chewing but it wasn’t near enough for the Giant
Poor Swiss had to keep their mate as calm as possible when he’d cry during anxiety attacks over being separated from Aether and almost destroying Swiss during sex from his frustration and anxiety. FaceTiming and calling didn’t help much either. But as soon as they're back…Seestor is gonna learn just why you don’t separate an Earth giant and his mate
So I came up with this while I'm forced to participate in a work readiness class for job training. I hope you guys enjoy it, if you'd like a part 2 with the smut section feel free to ask! I just didn't feel I could do it justice just yet
-Love Whiskey
After so many months of touring, Ghost was finally returning home to the abbey. All of the ghouls were excited to get home, but no one was more excited than their drummer. Practically bouncing off the walls of the tour bus, Swiss had to get a right hand on his mate’s waist and tug him into his lap, distracting him with a kiss, to get him to sit still when Copia had given him a pleading look. “Easy Sunflower, we’ll see our Starlight soon, and we all know you’re excited. But Pops needs you to sit down, he doesn’t want you to get hurt from this shitty ass driveway and its potholes. Can you be a good boy and sit with me for these last few minutes, please?” Swiss coos, petting his mate’s hair.
Mountain whines pathetically but stays still, accepting Swiss’ kisses and snuggling into his neck. “Miss him…” he mumbles sadly, tail wrapping tightly around Swiss’ calf. Dewdrop and Rain look at each other knowingly, Phantom looking confused, “Is he talking about Aether?” he whispers to Cirrus. She nods, “Mountain and Swiss are his mates, Mountain doesn’t handle being away from either of them well, so this tour has been hard on him” she explains, “That’s why he came to visit sometimes, did you not notice just how clingy Mount was with him those days…and how Copia made sure we were all placed far away from their room?” Cumulus adds, giggling
Before long, they’re pulling into the abbey loading dock. The moment the bus is parked, Mountain is off like a rocket, bounding down the stairs and taking off through the crowd, darting around siblings and crew members alike. The other ghouls just shake their heads and laugh, Swiss giving him a head start before following, “Do make sure he doesn’t break our poor Aether!” Copia calls after him, a smile in his voice. Turning and giving a mock salute, Swiss takes off after his mate.
The Earth ghoul is running around the abbey, desperately to catch his mate’s scent, that identifiable mix of Bourbon, Lavender, and Ozone. He runs all the way from the loading dock to the library, down to the infirmary before he catches even a whiff. His head shoots up when he catches a sliver of lavender coming from the hallway leading down to their den, ‘I’m a fucking idiot’ he thinks to himself before shooting down the stairs.
Mountain follows the scent until he comes to a stop in front of his room, the scent is strongest here, slowly opening the door, he finds what he was looking for. Aether is sprawled in his bed, asleep on his stomach with his face buried in one of Mountain’s hoodies while snuggling Swiss’ pillow.
Butterflies erupt in the ghoul’s stomach as he creeps forward, not wanting to disturb his mate’s slumber. Ever so slowly and carefully, he slips into the bed behind Aether, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist as he drags him close and buries his face in his neck. Mountain’s breath is shaky as he takes that first inhale of his mate straight from the source
The smaller ghoul whines as he’s moved, stretching slightly as he tries to squirm to get comfortable. But after a moment, mauve eyes blink open at the scent of Evergreen, Warm Freshly tilled Soil, Morning Dew, Daphne & Winter Beauty flowers. Turning slightly, he spots the familiar mop of brown waves before there’s a soft whine. Aether’s stomach clenches as he fully turns over, “Hi Clover, did you just get back?” he asks softly, adjusting so Mountain can stay where he is. The drummer nods, “Wanted to see you…missed you so much” he mumbles, now trailing kisses along the skin in front of him until he finds his mark, gently nibbling the scar, having noticed just how bare Aether’s skin is which is something he has to change, now.
Aether sighs, running his fingers through the soft hair, “Missed you too, been too long.. Oh fuck…” he trails off as that hot mouth latches to the sensitive skin under his ear. Claws digging into plush hips, Mountain bullies Aether onto his back so he can hover over him protectively as he begins to mark the soft skin. His possessiveness rears its ugly head as he smells some random siblings scents on his mate, he knows it's probably from the infirmary but someone touched HIS Aether
The Quintessence ghoul can do nothing but let his mate mark him however he wants, not that he’d ever stop him, his only complaint is just how..intense Mountain gets. His entire throat will be completely covered in bruises, bitemarks, and hickeys by the time the giant is satisfied. “Fuck baby, you..you couldn’t wait even a few, mmmm, minutes, gotta make sure to remark what’s yours? Oh!” Mountain’s only response is to sink his fangs into the crook of his neck, growling deep in his throat. “Mine…My mate, my starlight, my treasure” he hisses in his ear
Swiss finally catch up after a few minutes, following the thumping sounds and loud moans. Sneakily peeking inside Mountain’s room, he sees Mount with a kneeling Aether who he has pinned to the headboard, fingers buried and pumping into the already sloppy-sounding hole, mouth latched to his throat, and oh…he has Aether’s face pressed right next to the vent that connects his room to rest of the abbey, specifically Sister Imperator's. This is how Mountain shows her why you don’t separate a ghoul from their mate
#whiskey's burbling barrel#mountain ghoul#aether ghoul#swiss ghoul#aether x mountain#mountain x aether#mountain/aether#aether/mountain#mountain loves his starlight#you shouln't seperate him from his boy
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I can't find the ask game again, but can you please write some more tearful & soft puppy Mountain? Like, what if him & the new quintessence bug got stuck in a hyperempathy feedback loop & they had no choice but to kiss laugh about it?
Phantom woke up to a weird sound. It was just coming up to 4am, and he blinks blearily at his phone checking the time. The tour bus is small and cramped, Phantom got use to hearing snores and snuffles from the other ghouls as they slept, but this was different. It sounded almost pained. Phantom’s ears prick up as he listens intently for the sound again, but after a couple of seconds of silence he turns around, settling back into his bunk, thinking that maybe Swiss was just sleep talking again.
Just as he’s drifting off the sleep again he hears it again. A soft whimpering cry, louder this time, coming from one of the other bunks. He waits for it stop like last time, but it keeps going, wet gasp like sobs echoing through the quiet of the bus.
Phantom shuffled out of his bed as quietly as he can, wrapping his tail around his waist so it didn’t swing around uncontrollably. He followed the sounds along the corridor for the bus, careful not to trip over any stray items of clothing and Shoes.
He makes it to Mountains bunk, where sounds are coming from, and gently pulls the certain back, not wanting to scare the ghoul.
Mountain is still asleep, his face scrunched up uncomfortably as he lets out little squeaks and whimpers in his sleep, one hand grasping at the pillow desperately.
Phantom shakes him gently, being careful not to scare him.
“Hey, hey mount. You need to wake up, i think you’re having a nightmare.”
Mountain let’s out a long whimper, his face scrunching up even more before his eyes shoot open with a sharp gasp.
He grasps at a Phantom’s wrist and stutters, trying to take a deep breath, and he blinks rapidly, desperately trying to blink away the tears that had pooled on his eyes.
“Hey, you’re okay, I promise, you’re safe.” He whispers to Mountain, softly rubbing at his cheek.
Mountain looks at him with big wet eye and his bottom lip wobbles as tears now fall from his eyes and he whimpers sadly.
When Phantom had first been summoned, Aether had warned him about Mountain. About how he could be a little over emotional and sensitive at time, how he cried a lot, often at nothing, and how clingy and needy he could be. He was also warned about the puppy thing, and how that can heighten his emotions sometime. But he was told it wouldn’t be an issue for him, that Mountain had people to go that would look after him when felt like that.
He’d witnessed Mountain being puppy with the others, seen how they’d played with him, how they’d coo at him and rub his belly. He’d seen them cuddle him and hold him tight when he cried, and how they reassured him, babied him at times, when he needed it.
He could tell Mountain was puppy now, just by the way his pupils were blown, whatever dream he’d had had obviously scared him into his safe headspace. He contemplated waking Swiss or Cumulus, they know what to do with Mountain when he’s like this, but the way the poor earth ghoul is clinging to him diminishes that idea.
“You’re okay, puppy. I’ve got you, I’ll keep you safe.” Phantom climbs into Mountain bunk, pulling the ghoul into his chest and he starts running his hands though his hair, hoping that it’s comforting for him.
Mountain immediately curls into his chest, a desperate sob wracking through his body so hard that Phantom feels him jump with it.
“Oh, I know, puppy. I know. You had such a scary dream, huh?”
Mountain nods agains his chest and let’s out another sob, tears soaking into Phantoms pyjama top. Phantom wraps both his arms around the earth ghoul, squeezing him as tightly as he can, keeping on hand buried in his hair, scratching behind his ears.
“Shhh, you’re okay, puppy. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” He feels that tell-tale tightening of his throat and he feels tears of his own tell in his eyes.
“Where’s your carrot, puppy? I know you like to have that with you all the time.” His voice breaks and he clears his throat, not wanting Mountain to know he was on the verge of crying himself.
Mountain let’s put a small whine and gives a small shrug, burying his face deeper into Phantom’s chest. Phantom reached a hand under Mountains pillow, knowing that the ghoul liked to ‘bury’ it there to keep it safe. He finds the plush exactly where he thinks it would be and pull it out, handing it to Mountain.
Mountain takes the carrot plush right away, with a happy teary thrill, resting on Phantom’s chest and chews away on it.
“That’s it, puppy. Such a good boy, aren’t you? Doing to well for me.”
Phantom watches as Mountain slowing starts to calm down, the tears slowing and the little whimpery sobs die down at he comfort chews on the plush.
Phantom desperately try’s to blink away the tears that had welled in his eyes, but to no avail as they run down his cheeks. He suck in a shaky breath, trying to stay as quiet as he can, not wanting to disturb Mountain now that he’d calmed down enough.
It doesn’t work, in his efforts to trying and keep his cries in he lets out a little hiccup, his belly jumping under Mountain, making the poor earth ghoul jump.
Mountain let’s out a squeak, looking up at Phantom with big round eyes. He licks at the tears on Phantom’s cheeks, making him let out a wet giggle, and let’s out a questioning hum.
“I’m okay, puppy, I promise.” He tries not to let his voice wobble as he speaks. Mountain tilts his head to the side, licking at the tears again.
Phantom giggles again at the feeling.
“I just-sometimes get a little upset when other people get upset.” He pets at Mountain hair. “I’m okay though, I promise.” He let’s out another wet laugh as Mountain starts licking all over his face.
Mountain nudges his carrot plush further up Phantom chest with his nose, giving him a questioning look.
Phantom feels his heart swell at the gesture from Mountain, knowing how much that carrot plush meant to him.
“Oh, you’re so sweet, puppy. But this is yours, baby. I don’t need it.”
He pushes the plush back down to where it had been resting on his chest, hoping the grimace on his face wasn’t obvious as he touched the wet fabric. Mountain takes it back with a happy chitter, continuing his chewing, his eyes slipping closed as he does.
“We should sleep, puppy. We have to be up to help with set up in a couple of hours.”
Mountain hums in agreement, his eyes still closed as he settles down properly on Phantom’s chest, carrot still in his mouth. Phantom snuggles down, pulling the covers over both of them, his eyes closing with a purr rumbling though his chest, holding Mountain close to him.
#I didn’t edit this so if you see a mistake no you didn’t#ficlet#the band ghost#ghost headcanons#mountain ghoul#phantom ghoul#aeon ghoul#puppy mountain#my love for puppy mountain grows more and more each day#Ask#thanks for the ask! ❤️#my writing#pet regression
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Sleep Isn’t Your Only Friend
🚨THIS FIC HAS MATURE AND SUGGESTIVE SCENES!! NOTHING LEADS TO SEX THO, I PROMISE, III IS JUST BEING A BIT NAUGHTY🚨
GHOST X SLEEP TOKEN FIC!
HERE WE GOOOOO
Rain had been getting ready for tour in his green room when one of the crew members shouted out that they had a 5 minute hold before the show started, Rain sat down on a chair in his room and had a little think about what had been happening on tour, they had been touring with this band, he thinks they’re called, Sleep Token, which consisted of a singer, a bassist, a guitarist, a drummer, and 3 female backup singers. This had been great for them as sadly, Mountain and Copia had to retire from this tour due to urgent and unavoidable family matters, so they had just decided to let the drummer and singer from their touring partners take over for them until they were ready to come back for the new tour.
Rain had walked out of his green room and saw the other bassist walk out of his as well, he must have heard him because he turned back and gave a smile through his black and white mask, Rain gave a forced smile, starting to not like this other bassist. The water ghoul will admit, he had troubles with jealousy and he knew it, he was walking down the hall that contained everyone’s green room, each marked with their name, until he got to who he assumed was the other bassist’s green room, the door marked with the engraving of ‘III’, ah, so that’s the bassist’s name, ‘III’, Rain thought to himself. He continued the walk down to the entrance that opened up into the stage, he peeked out behind the curtains slightly to see all the people that had shown up for the collaboration, Rain didn’t get nervous anymore, he stopped having the jitters around his 5th or 6th show, he can’t remember.
But what he did know, was the presence behind him, he could smell who it was and it stunk, he turned around to find the other bassist, III, staring at him through his black and white mask, “Hey, man, I’m III, it’s great to finally meet you.” He stuck his hand out for the water ghoul to shake it, who hesitated at first, but dryly shook his hand. “You nervous?” Rain asked, sensing the other’s nervousness and anxiety, “U-Uh a little bit, never performed in front of a crowd this huge before.” III responded in a nervous tone, the water ghoul slowly but discreetly rolled his eyes so the other man couldn’t notice.
“You’ll be fine, you have a mask on like the rest of us, you’ll be fine, besides, aren’t you guys also performing some of your songs?” Rain was a tad curious to know what songs they had chosen to perform, before the tour had been agreed with by Ghost and Sleep Token, they were required to learn and practice all of Sleep Token’s music before the tour had been agreed on. Even though Rain knew how to play them all, he wasn’t informed on what songs they had chosen to perform, they were allowed 4 songs, and the same to Ghost, they were allowed 4 songs. Ghost had chosen Rats, Kaisarion, Year Zero and Square Hammer to perform.
III thought about it for a second, putting his finger on his chin and on his hip and doing that foot thing where he puts more weight on one foot than the other. Rain couldn’t help the pooling of weird arousal in his abdomen, he kicked that to the back of his mind, no way in Hell would he fall in love with a bassist who he has barely met and quite frankly he doesn’t like. “I believe the songs we’re performing together are… The Summoning, Sugar, Ascensionism and The Offering.” Rain knew too well those songs, The Offering being his favourite song to play on bass. But he was not about to admit that to someone he barely knows.
The crew member from earlier shouted from somewhere down the hall, “It’s show time, people! And… ghouls.” “Alright, showtime, man, hey, good luck.” III said to the water ghoul, “Thanks.” He said dryly. They walked towards where the curtain was draped over the stage and got into their position, hearing Imperium play as they got ready for the Ritual to begin. III was over near Dew and Aurora’s place on the stage, but not too close to them. He gave the other bassist a friendly nod, but Rain just looked away from him, the other bassist didn’t take any offence from this, as he was merely getting under the water ghoul’s skin, which Rain wasn’t aware of yet. Imperium ended and Ghost started playing Kairsarion, with Vessel and II replacing Copia and Mountain, everything was going well, Dew and IV seeming to be messing around with each other, IV was the guitarist who he hadn’t gotten a chance to meet yet. Kaisarion had ended and it was time for Sleep Token’s first song of the Ritual; The Summoning. It had started and Rain was dancing around, getting the audiences’ attention when he could sense a presence and turned around to find the other bassist standing behind him, giving him a smile through his thin but thick mask, Rain gave a disgusted look, but thankfully due to his big and heavy mask, III didn’t take note of it, instead giving the water ghoul a soft pat on his crotch, which sent waves of heat travelling down Rain’s body to his toes. This guy is trying to kill me, help me Satan.
The Summoning ended and it was time for Ghost’s second song of the show, which was Rats, Rain was still trying to comprehend what happened on stage, he’d lecture the other bassist about it after the show ended, but he just stuck to Swiss’ side of the stage, being silly with the multi ghoul, and occasionally hopping around near the ghoulettes’ areas. At the end of Rats, he caught III’s gaze from the other side of the stage, and he swears to Hell he caught III winking at him. After the last 5 songs went well, III and Rain only exchanging glances and pats on the shoulder here and there, the show went good.
Sorrow in the Wind started playing, and because Sleep Token don’t usually stay around to hand out picks or drumsticks, this was new to them, them all watching the ghouls and ghoulettes walking around stage, messing around with each other, handing out picks and drumsticks to the audience. II decided to run up to Mountain’s drum kit to find a new packet of drumsticks sitting next to the drums, he picked a couple out and walked back down to the stage and threw some out to the crowd, who were yelling a bunch of “I LOVE YOU GUYS” and “THIS WAS THE BEST SHOW OF MY LIFE” and honestly, II could just cry right then and there, he walked over to one of the ghouls, Phantom, and gave him a hug, who immediately hugged him back and he could faintly hear Phantom whisper in his ear, “I’m proud of you, you did so well tonight,” And that’s when the waterworks started, II started sobbing and held his hands up to his face to hide the tears, “Aw baby, don’t cry,” Phantom grabbed the smaller man and held him in his arms, the drummer said through tears and sobs, “I’ve n-never played in front of a crowd this big and supporting before, i-it’s just a lot to t-take in,” II sniffled and basically threw himself into the taller ghoul’s arms, who happily held and swayed him side to side.
The show ended by them standing near the stairs, bowing to all the audience members then leaving to go back through the hallways to the green rooms, everyone had gone to their green rooms, and as III was walking to his, someone grabbed him by the arms, turned him around and pinned him against the wall near his green room, he looked to see that it was Rain, “What the fuck was that out there?! Huh? Patting my dick and patting my shoulder?” Rain wasn’t yelling, but it definitely wasn’t a quiet tone, III was just standing there, and brought his arms up and started holding Rain by the waist, this caused Rain to startle and shove his arms off, “The fuck are you doing?!” Rain was seriously not impressed by this behaviour, until III grabbed Rain by the neck and smashed his lips against his, Rain not pulling away. The water ghoul putting his hands on the other bassist’s chest, the kiss started turning dirty as they both fought for dominance. III pulled back from the kiss, smirked and said, “I knew you had a knack for me,” The water ghoul looked at the taller man and was speechless, III took this chance to sneakily smack him in the crotch, causing Rain to double over, “What was that for?” The ghoul responded in a croaky and in pain tone, grasping his dick
and groaning, III just laughed and walked off, leaving Rain horny, in pain and confused.
Rain slowly walked back to his green room, still in pain from the abuse to his crotch, he opened the door with his name engraved on and sat down on the couch in the room and his mind wandered back to the moment that just happened. Why the fuck would he do that? Rain thought to himself, still horny from the treatment he just received. He ignored his boner, not in the mood to finish himself off, and decided to get changed into nicer looking clothes as they all decided to have dinner in a big place that Vessel and II somehow managed to hire, but the ghouls weren’t complaining, III said he needed the bathroom so he left to go find one while the rest of them found a place to sit, the spare seat, coincidentally, being next to Rain. III had returned after about 15 minutes, taking the spare seat next to Rain, they had been eating until Rain felt a hand on his thigh, he looked next to him to find III eating his food like nothing was happening.
His hand started inching more and more up his thigh, till it stopped right near his crotch, Rain was shaking at this point, slightly not wanting this, but also allowing it to happen, that is until the hand cupped his dick, which he shook, causing a few curious eyes to dart over, “Are you alright, Rainy?” Phantom asked the slightly shaking water ghoul, “M fine, Mount, was just a fly and it scared me,” he grabbed the hand on his cock and shoved it off, but it was back mere seconds later, to which Rain at this point, was just allowing the hand to explore, III caressing his inner thigh. Rain unexpectedly got up from the table, causing III’s hand to dart back to his own lap, and he walked out of the building to sit down on the stairs for a minute, III following after him a few minutes later, everybody at the table trying to guess and understand what just happened.
III walked down the stairs and sat on them next to Rain, “Hey, I’m sorry for back there, I should’ve asked you and it was wrong to do without your consent.” III said to the water ghoul, Rain looked at him, sighed and put his head on his shoulder, “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong, I’m the one who should be sorry from the start, I thought you were just trying to get into everyone’s pants and to be the “goody two shoes bassist”, I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge, I’m sorry, III.” III kissed Rain’s temple and put his arm around his shoulder, “No you’re fine, you’re allowed to have judgements, I was just trying to get comfortable with everyone and also get accustomed to the large crowd.”
“Because see, we barely get big audience, whereas you guys have massive crowds, so when Ves informed us that we were gonna be touring together, I was shitting myself,”
III scooted closer to the water ghoul and sat his head on the other bassist’s head, sighed and continued, “But I knew I had to be strong and look like the overly confident bassist with no worries, but that wasn’t gonna happen, so when we did the show, I started to get more comfortable around everyone, mostly you, because you seemed really cool.” III remembered what happened on stage that he’s gonna apologise for as well, “I want to also say how sorry I am for what I did to you on stage and after the show, it was totally wrong of me and I should have asked if you were ok with it before I went along and did it.” Rain peeked his head up from the taller man’s shoulders to press a chaste kiss on his lips. III cupped Rain’s cheeks to give him a proper soft kiss, and pulled back after, needing air, he knocked their foreheads together and they both let out breathy giggles.
“I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with you tonight, if it means I get to see that beautiful blue body of yours.” III smirked at his own comment, which made the water ghoul blush like a blueberry.
“I wouldn’t mind that either.”
They had walked back to their hotel rooms after texting everybody that they felt unwell and would end their night early.
Fast forward to the end of “their special night.”
III was panting, “Rain, you were amazing, so soft, loving. I don’t think I have ever had more amazing sex than that with anyone, not even IV, shhh don’t tell him that.” III giggled a little, he was only kidding, not wanting to hurt his other boyfriends’ feelings, their relationship was open and so they were comfortable with each other hooking up with the members of Ghost.
“I enjoyed that as well, III.”
Their night ended by them laying back down, Rain in III’s arms, feeling safe and loved, and fell asleep peacefully to the rhythmic beat of the taller man’s heart in his ears. This was probably the best and most wonderful tour of his career with Ghost.
#chase writes#sleep token#the band ghost#ii#iii#iv#vessel#rain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#mountain ghoul#swiss ghoul#phantom/aeon ghoul#nameless ghouls#nameless ghoulettes#vessels#rainxiii#ghost x sleep token fic#also a bit of iixphantom#and ivxdewdrop#because THEY ALL DESERVE LOVE DAMNIT
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• a mothers love .
Slight!Kaneki Ken x Fueguchi!Reader
[summary: a mother's love is strong, and she would lay down her life to protect her children]
[a/n: somewhat of a kaneki x reader but it's a slowburn you'll see towards the end also mentions of kaneki’s mother.. i know she wasn’t all what kaneki said she was.. I’ve read the manga but since technically at this time he still thinks she was a good person it fits in here somewhat]
beginning/ middle / end/ epilouge
Hinami and [Y/n], froze as Kaneki opened the door and saw them eating. Their face covered in blood, he fell onto his back staring at them in shock. "I-I" He stammered, and the sisters picked up the napkin and wiped off their mouths.
"Hinami, Y/n I didn't know you were here." He stammered, and he looked at the two. Hinami and [Y/n] looked down embarrassed, "E-Enjoy your meal." He said, as he scrambled out of the room. Closing the door behind him.
"Hinami Y/n, can I come in?" Kaneki asked, and he opened the door. Hinami looked up from her book to look up at him, and [Y/n] looked up from her sketchbook. He walked over towards the coffee table, "I'm sorry about earlier." He said smiling, holding two cups of coffee for them. "Here. It's on the house." He said, placing them on the table.
"Stay as long as you want." He said, and he turned away from the sisters. "Um." mumbled Hinami, as she looked away. "Mm? What's up?" said Kaneki, as he turned back around.
Hinami looked down nervously unsure of what to say, "Um." She mumbled once again, "Which are you..?" She asked, causing her older sister to look up and stare at Hinami.
Kaneki looked at her for a moment, before reverting his eyes towards the ground. "Um..." He said nervously. Thinking she upset him Hinami looked down, "N-Nevermind." She mumbled, sadly. "I'm...I'm sorry." She apologized, staring at the coffee.
"Y-Your scent is way different from everybody else so.." She said. Kaneki then told her how he was once a human but is more like a ghoul now in a way, he said it with a hint of nervousness in his voice. He wished he could go back to being a human.
Kaneki noticed, that she was reading a Sen Takatsuki. He then helped Hinami understand harder words as well [Y/n], since she struggled with the words as well. She smiled, as he tutored them on the book teaching them all kinds of words.
The three stopped in their tracks seeing the two doves, a older looking dove with white hair, and the other one with black much younger looking. Standing in front of them: holding umbrellas. "Do you have a moment?" said Kureo Mado, looking at them with a craze look in his eyes.
"Mrs. Ryouko Fueguchi," He said, looking at the family. [Y/n]'s eyes widened, he pulled out a ziplock bag with bloodstains inside. Written on the bottom left corner. No.696. "We'd like to ask you about this." He said, looking at the family.
A crowd had started to form around the area, 'What's going on over there?' as people watched. 'Cops?'
"We are Ghoul Investigators." shouted Amon, at the crowd of people, "It is not safe here please vacate the area immediately." He shouted, at the crowd of people as he held up his badge.
'Ghoul? Is he talking about those three?' someone said, looking at the mother and her two children. 'No way they look totally normal.' another person said, looking at them as they left the area.
"Please step back" Amon shouted, again.
"Mom." said Hinami and [Y/n], looking over at her terrifed. She looked at her two daughters and brought them close closing her eyes, as she wrapped her arms around them. "Hinami..Y/n." whispered Ryouko, as she held her daughters close.
"Run." whispered she, looking at her daughters, as her eyes filled with kakugan. Hinami and [Y/n] looked at her scared, "Mom?" whispered [Y/n], watching as her mother released her koukaku shielding her daughters.
"Mom.." Hinami's voice shaking, as her mother
"M.."
"Go!!!" shouted Ryouko, at her daughters. Tearing welling up in their eyes, [Y/n] grabbed Hinami by the hand and ran away.
Kaneki was stuck in his own thoughts, "Kaneki!!" shouted [Y/n], from behind causing him to turn around. Tears in both their eyes clothes drenched from the rain, "Kaneki!!" She cried, running towards him tears in her eyes. "Hinami? Y/n? Thank God." He said, looking at them.
"M-My mother..." She cried tears in her eyes her voice shaking, still catching her breath from all that running. "She's u-ugh." She looked down, unable to get the words out still catching her breath from all that running.
The three ran through the streets where, Hinami and [Y/n] were forced to leave their mother behind. "Hide." whispered Kaneki, as he pulled the two girls into an alleyway.
Kureo Mado stood above an injured Ryouko, "If you had come quietly with us, you wouldn't have had to die on the streets." said Kureo Mado, looking down at the mother. "I would've taken my time dissecting you." He said, a crazed look in his eyes.
"Do you have any last words?" He looked down at her, and the mother stayed quiet for a moment.
"Mom.." whimpered Hinami and [Y/n], as they looked towards their mother. Kaneki didn't know what to do he couldn't fight, there were too many Doves. Ryouko sat there in the rain for a moment, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. [Y/n] held her little sister close, and covered both her mouth and eyes with her hands.
Ryouko opened her mouth to so speak, a hopeful smile growing across her face. “Times up..” a swift movement was all it took with the quinque, by the dove. Slicing off the head of the mother who sacrificed her life so that her daughter might live.
Kaneki and [Y/n], could only watch in horror, "Mama!" Hinami's muffled cries, going unheard. [Y/n]'s hand covering both her mouth and eyes, having shieled her from such a gruesome scene but not herself.
[Y/n]'s eyes widened, at the familiar scent she swallowed. "I-Is that?" She stood there frozen, Hinami lifted her head staring at the three. Her face stained with tears, holding the severed hand of her mother. "It's mom." Hinami sniffled, looking up at them. The fight with Kureo Mado, was grueling.
"Get away from her!" shouted [Y/n], shielding her sister from what was once both their mother and fathers kagune. Now turned into quinque used by the crazed Dove. Hellbent on killing the last remaining Fueguchi's.
She coughed up blood, as she was struck in the side by her father's kagune. Sending her flying into the columns, her body falling to the ground with a thud.
"Hina.."
[Y/n] acted quickly and swiftly sliced Mado's neck with her kagune, protecting her sister. She kneeled in front of her placing her hand, on her side. She stared at the dove, as he rambled reaching out towards the two girls a crazed look on his face. Her eyes widened, as she saw the wedding band on his finger.
"Are you guys okay?" A voice said, causing the three to look over at them. "Kaneki Yomo." [Y/n] stared at what she had done. Yomo said that they had to leave, but she seemed to be in a world of her own. "Y/n?" Touka said, looking at the girl who continued to stare off in the distance.
Kaneki slowly walked over towards her, "Y/n, W-We have to get outta here." He said, and she turned away and followed her friends outside. Kaneki placed his jacket on her shoulder's causing her cheeks to turn red slightly, as she looked at him. He smiled at her warmly, her heart seemed to flutter. She almost forgot the pain in her side.
As they walked away from the aftermath. She sniffled, as leaned against him for support as they walked back towards Anteiku. He wrapped an arm around her to keep her from falling, she looked over at Hinami.
Hinami was being carried by Yomo on his back, "Is it okay for me to live." said Hinami, and her older sister looked up. "Hinami." said [Y/n], causing her sister to turn back to look at her older sister.
"I think what mom was trying to tell us that day was to live." She said, looking at her little sister, with tears in her eyes. Hinami sniffled, "Yeah." she mumbled, remembering the final time she saw her mother. [Y/n] wished she were stronger, she wished she knew how to fight.
Especially now, even though they'll have Anteiku she has a feeling something like that might only last for so long. She wanted to be able to protect Hinami, even if it meant she'd die in the process. But right now they needed some rest.
[sneak peek: beginning of something new]
"Wow! You're a really good artist." said Kaneki, from behind [Y/n] causing her to jump and quickly close her sketchbook. "Sorry, I didn't mean scare you." He said nervously, looking at her and she shook her head.
As she gripped the sketchbook holding it close to her chest, "N-No, it's okay. I'm just usually really private about my sketchbook." She said, biting her lip nervously.
"U-Um, from the little bit I saw your an amazing artist." He said smiling at her, causing her cheeks to go red. "U-Um, thanks." She said sheepishly, looking away.
"Um, maybe when your on your break.." She stammered, puffing her cheeks slightly, "I-I'll let you look through it." She said, and he nodded and smiled at her causing her heart to flutter. She had never shown anyone her artwork before, not her mother, father, or Hinami. She thought her artwork looked terrible, she thought at first he was saying it just to be nice but.
He had a genuine tone in his voice, when he complimented the little peek he got of her artwork. She looked up from sketchbook, and glanced over at Kaneki as we worked behind the counter. Her cheeks went red as their eyes met, and she quickly looked away her heart skipping a beat.
Kaneki and everyone at Anteiku, have been helping her through this rough time. Both her and Hinami, both staying at Touka’s place for the time being. She was growing somewhat closer to Kaneki though, maybe even developing a little crush on him.
Her birthday was coming up, in the next couple of days. She was going to be seventeen. Her parents weren’t going to see her grow up. Maybe even start a family. Get married. They wouldn’t be here for any of it.
She looked down sadly at her sketchbook, opening it and going through the pages. Before landing on one, she had drawn recently. Her mother and father, all of them together happily. Tears trickled down her cheeks, at hit the page as her fingers grazed it gently.
Kaneki looked over at her sadly, he knew what it was like to lose a parent at a young age. His mother died from being “overworked”. He was only a kid and even then his own aunt didn’t want him. He sympathized with both Hinami and [Y/n].
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Kaneki revealed the colored pencils, that she had always wanted but never got cause they were expensive. “W-What how did you know?” She asked, looking at him in shock. He scratched the back of his neck, “A little birdie told me.” He said, smiling and she looked behind him and saw Hinami.
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CRASHES IN. Devil!Terzo x Copia (Or Omega) for 4, 5, 11, and/or 12 !!
Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss
I gotcha buddy! I combined 11/12 at the end by the way. Sadly, I didn't get a chance to write Omega as I had these scenes instantly pop into my head. Maybe in the future, the beloved ghoul can get some love from his Lord! I hope you like them regardless <3
Content: 1.1k words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, copia suffers from migraines, a lot of softness here, very soft and sweet, sexual content, playful flirting, teasing, oral, love-making, lots of forehead and temple kisses, truly those are my weakness, grief & loss of a pet at the end, minor death if that bothers you. but it's not described in detail, smut!
4… where it hurts.
The headache has been thrumming in his temples for what feels like hours, shifting throughout his skull and infecting every inch. He should rest, but he can't when he has papers to sign off on and autographs that need to be ready.
Hunched forwards over his desk, leaning on his palm with his fingers covering his eyes, Copia feels the pressure shift in the room. It’s like a window being open, letting in a warm breeze that encircles him in its heat. It sends tingles all the way down his neck, rising goosebumps along his flesh beneath his cassock.
The pressure of gentle fingers settles over his shoulders. He feels two bare thumbs pressing in, starting to massage carefully at the back of his neck. He winces slightly and sits up, eyes closed as he sinks back into his office chair.
“You are in no fit state to be working, topolino,” Lucifer speaks softly by his ears.
“It needs to be done, sua Maestà,” Copia can’t help the way he shivers when Lucifer drops a kiss below his ear, applying a bit more pressure at his nape. It feels so good Copia has to bite down a moan.
“Well, as your God, I am ordering you to take a break.”
Copia huffs a breath of laughter through his nose, chest light and relaxed. He lets the feeling overtake him, guiding him into its gentle lull. His pen falls from his grasp and opens his eyes when he feels the chair move. Lucifer spins him around, away from the desk towards Him.
The hands leave him, and when Terzo comes into view His painted face is excruciatingly soft. His mismatched eyes roam over Copia’s features as if trying to discern how best to handle the situation. Then, Lucifer leans forward and braces on the arms of the chair, cupping Copia’s cheek with one hand.
“It’s only a headache, amore. I’m used to it.”
“That does not mean I have to like it, caro.”
Copia leans into the warmth of Terzo’s warm, bare palm and sighs, curling his fingers around His wrist. He closes his eyes again when Lucifer dips in and presses a kiss to his greying temple, slow and lingering. He drags his lips up, over to the opposite side and does the same. Copia’s heart flutters, and he draws in a deep calming breath as Lucifer presses a final, firmer kiss to the centre of his forehead. Amusingly, the headache dampens. He gently squeezes Lucifer’s wrist.
“That’s cheating,” Copia laughs in a hushed whisper, eyes blinking open when Lucifer pulls back a bit. “And I’m going to have paint all over me…”
“But it feels better, no?” Terzo tips His head, stroking His thumb over Copia’s sideburn and the top of his cheek.
”Sì,” he can't argue with that, “it does. Grazie, sua Maestà.”
He watches the way Terzo’s mouth pulls up a touch at the left corner, His mismatched eyes lowering. He leans in again, pressing another kiss to Copia’s forehead.
5… where it doesn’t hurt.
“A-Amore,” Copia pants, fingers curled tight into the bedsheets. “Don’t tease me.”
His half-lidded eyes are fixated on Terzo, naked, flushed and lying on his belly between his parted thighs. He pets his fingers over Copia’s bare skin, the shimmer of His illuminated gold gaze catches against the candles that flicker from the bedside. Lucifer’s room around them is dark, everything beyond the bed falling away until it’s only the two of them left in the universe.
“I thought we agreed that you had to wait, topolino, hm?”
A shudder breaks through Copia and he tears a hand from being twisted in the bedding, reaching out to stroke through Terzo’s silky, raven hair. Lucifer snakes a hand up the grain of his thighs, carefully curling his fingers to cradle beneath the head of his sensitive cock.
“Mio re—“ Copia arches, hissing a breathy swear. His fingers in His hair grip tight and tug, needing Him closer.
He shudders when Lucifer’s lush, swollen mouth meets the plump head of his cock, gliding wetly down the shaft and back up, mouthing the pre that beads at the tip. The sight almost makes Copia cum right there.
You taste exquisite, Lucifer’s words fill his mind while His mouth is occupied.
Pleasure races lightning hot up Copia’s spine, and he surprises himself when he laughs, breathless.
The wanton desire of need and adoration never hurt so good.
11… in joy / 12… in grief.
Another little life gone, another one of his beloved rats buried beneath the oak tree. Each one gone, but never forgotten.
Copia can’t crowd any closer. He’s tried, but the physical restraints of his body don’t allow him to crawl inside Lucifer’s mortal form. As much as he wishes he could, all he can do is cling to Lucifer and sob.
Lucifer holds him tight in His arms, stroking his hair and back as the brush of His plush lips speak whispered words against his temple.
“You will be able to see them again, amore,” Lucifer tells him, fingers caressing the base of his neck, letting a calming swaying motion move them. “This is not the end for them. They may have left this mortal life, but they are not truly gone.”
Despite the little flicker of hope and the small spark of joy that comes with it—because yes, Copia can. He knows he can and will see all his beloved little creatures again… it still feels like ice freezing in his chest.
“I—I hate that it hurts so much,” Copia whimpers, breath hitching as he clings tighter to Lucifer. He nuzzles closer, burying his face into Terzo’s throat against the winter chill that makes him shiver. Lucifer is his sun, warming against the cold despair.
“I know,” Lucifer says, kissing his forehead. “I know. I wish it did not have to. I wish I could take this pain from you.”
Copia sniffles, hiccuping before he manages to speak again.
“You… you always used to tell me that… having emotions is what makes us human. Even when it hurts.”
Lucifer lets out a soft huff of a breath, nuzzling against Copia’s greying temple.
“And it is true. And that is why I love you, all of you. Despite how much it hurts. You know they are safe with me.”
Copia nods, swallowing another choked sob. Slowly he gets himself under control, quietening to little more than soft sniffles and heavy breaths that make his chest ache.
When he eventually leans back enough to look at Him, Lucifer meets him, gloved palm tender against his cheek.
“Grazie, cuore mio.”
Lucifer smiles, eyes full of affection. He meets Copia halfway when he presses closer, leaning down to press a soft kiss against the Cardinal’s mouth.
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