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Slow (Phantom x GN! Reader FLUFF)
WARNINGS: Suggestive ending, all fluff, Phantom is having his first crush since being summoned.
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You hummed to yourself as you carefully picked the ripe berries from one of Primo's pristine strawberry plants. You waved as you saw a familiar face round the corner. "Swiss, hey!" The multi ghouls wrapped you in a side hug as he approaches you.
"(Y/N), good to see you." He flashes you a sharp smile. "Would you like some help in the garden today?" You nodded with a soft laugh.
"You know help harvesting is always appreciated." He ushers his companion forward. You recognized him as one of the new Ghouls that had just been summoned. You hadn't really gotten the chance to talk to him yet, you had only exchanged a few small waves as you passed by him in the halls, you also would always give him a warm smile in hopes he would eventually warm up to you. "Hi Phantom." You see a small grin pass over his lips as he realizes you knew his name.
"We're trying to get him more comfortable with interacting with the Siblings. I was hoping he could help you out here." Phantom shifted awkwardly in his heels, you were unable to meet his gaze.
"Of course he can, I'll bring him back down to the Ghoul's Den after we're done out here." Swiss dismissed himself with a nod and a wave, briefly stopping to whisper something in Phantom's ear before clapping him on the shoulder and walking off. "Come on, let's go get you a basket." You motioned for him to follow you. You slowed your pace to allow yourself the chance to slip beside him. "How have you been adjusting so far? I'm sure this is a pretty big change for you." His eyes darted to look at you, he seemed a bit shocked that you were able to talk to him so casually.
"It's definitely a bit of a shock." He chuckles, you try your best to hide your excited expression over his response. "I honestly feel like most of the Siblings are scared of me."
"A lot of them have never been exposed to a freshly summoned Ghoul before. I'm sure they're just a little hesitant because they're not sure how to interact with you. I, however, think you seem very sweet Phantom." You glance over at him with a smile. He just looks down at the ground, folding his hands neatly behind his back. You got him set up with his own basket of gardening tools, he listened very intently to your instructions about how to harvest the produce properly without harming the plant. He watched you closely, lavender eyes scanning over your delicate fingers as you worked. The two of you moved from plant to plant, working slowly as you took time to answer whatever questions he had for you. After a while he actually seemed to be having fun, he slowly became more relaxed in your presence. He jumped down from a low rock wall out of the flower bed, almost instinctively offering you his hand. He looked back at you, almost recoiling at his own gesture. You reached out without a moment of hesitation, your fingers gliding over his palm. He breathes out a chuckle as he notices how his hand could completely engulf yours.
"You're so small." His eyes widen slightly as he suddenly drops your hand, apologizing profusely, causing you to laugh.
"Phantom, it's okay." You motioned to his hand. "May I?" He nodded slowly, you gently grabbed his palm in both your hands, your thumbs running soothingly over his skin. You pressed your hands together, allowing him a moment to look at the size difference between the two. "Your hands are really warm, it's nice." You smile at him.
"I-um," he trails off, swallowing thickly. "Would it be alright if I saw you again?" He inches forward slightly, a nervous glint in his eyes. You nod, a smile quickly spreading across your features.
"I'd like that." Phantom hesitantly pulled his hand away from yours, allowing his touch to linger in your until the very last moment. The two of you brought your fresh produce to the kitchen before you walked with him down to the Ghoul's Den.
"I hope he didn't give you too much trouble." Swiss says with a laugh.
"He wasn't any trouble at all, I had a really nice time with you today Phantom." He nods bashfully.
"Hopefully I'll be able to see you soon." He smiles softly at you, trying to hide his fangs.
"I'm always in the library in the evenings if you'd like to come keep me company." You bite your lip to try and hide your excited smile. "I'll see you later Phantom, bye Swiss." You dismiss yourself with a wave, practically skipping back to your dorm for the night. The next night you found yourself waiting anxiously as you wondered whether or not Phantom would actually show up. You sat before a roaring fire, curled up on one of the couches in the room as you skimmed through the book you had chosen, barely able to focus on the words on the page. You sat up a bit straighter as you heard the heavy door open on the opposite side of the room. Phantom slinks out of the shadows, offering you a small wave as he steps into the soft orange glow that surrounds you.
"Would it be alright if I joined you?" You nodded, scooting over to offer him a space to sit. He was rigid as he sat down, sitting up straight as he nodded at you. "You look really pretty tonight." You can't help but blush at his statement.
"Thank you." Phantom seemed even more flustered than you felt. "I'm really happy you came." You see him swallow thickly, his gaze landing on your lips.
"I am too." He admits with a bashful chuckle. "Can I admit something?" You nod, he cautiously reaches out and takes your hands in his. "I'm still learning how to interact with humans, but I've found myself feeling very attracted to you." You felt your cheeks heat up, your eyes widened slightly at his confession. You found yourself inching closer to him, his warm breath bouncing off your lips. "Can I?" He asks softly, you could feel his lips ghost over yours he was so close. You gave his hands a gentle squeeze.
"We'll take it nice and slow, okay?" He nods in response, pausing and waiting for you to take the lead. You gently run your fingers over the exposed skin of his cheek under his mask. His eyes slid shut as your lips finally found his. His grip on your hand tightens slightly as he presses himself into you. You slowly slid your hand around to the back of his neck, you hum softly as the feeling of his soft hair brushing over your fingers. Your body jolts slightly and drops your hands to let his fingers run over your waist. He tenderly squeezes at your flesh as you pull him in as close as you could manage. You parted with soft gasps, your gaze meeting one another's as soon as your eyes opened. "You're a really good kisser." You giggle causing him to get flustered.
"I'd like to do that again if that's alright." You nod, leaning into him once more. This time Phantom's lips met yours with a greater ferocity, hands grabbing hungrily at your hips while still making sure he didn't hurt you accidentally. His lips left yours, trailing across your jaw and down your neck. He nuzzles his face against your skin, your breath shudders as you try to steady your breathing. He takes your hand, slowly bringing it up to the buckle on his mask, silently asking you to remove it. Your fingers shook as you worked at the strap, eventually sliding it out of the buckle so you were able to fully remove it. His raven hair tumbled into his face, you couldn't resist reaching out to run your fingers through the soft strands. He takes a moment to study your expression, he was met with your soft gaze that held nothing short of pure adoration. "You're… you're not scared of me?"
"No," he carefully pulled you into his lap, his head lulled into your touch as you continued to play with his hair. "I think you're very handsome." His warm lips pressed against your pulse, sending a shiver down your spine.
"(Y/N)?" You hum in response to your name. You can't help but blush as Phantom's hands slide over the curve of your ass. "How slow would you like to take things?"
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comet oh my god going off of that last free use phantom thing... if inspiration strikes I would love LOVE to see some of phantom laying back and being totally taken care of by the whole pack, them all surrounding him, hands and tails everywhere until he cant tell who is doing what anymore and is just totally relaxed
UH HUH.
Service sub Aeon deserves to be taken care of.
Aeon's drifting. Mis-matched eyes open. Unfocused. The exposed ceiling beams swimming in front of him. Hazy figures dipping in and out of his periphery. A flash of golden hair, deep purple eyes, opalescent horns.
He's narrowed down to sensation. To touch. All other senses on the back burner. He isn't even sure who is touching him where. Whose tail is curled around his thigh holding him open and exposed. Whose tongue is pressed against his fluttering hole. Licking up over the seam of his balls. Over the base of his cock. And back down to press into his stretched rim.
He's soft now. Over sensitive. He's belly sticky with his own cum. His cock twitches though, valiantly. He'll be hard again in no time. Part of him wants to push away--he's had so much. He's so fucked out. The other part is desperate for it. Wants more. Wants to be swallowed whole.
He thinks he's in Cumulus' lap. Head resting on the swell of her breasts. He thinks her hands are the ones dragging over his nipples. But maybe that's Aurora. Maybe it's both of them. There is a tail curled around each of his biceps. Gentle. Not restraining. Just solid enough to keep him from trying to do too much. He thinks one of them might be Mountain's, but really it's just a guess.
Satanas, he doesn't know anything anymore.
Someone kisses him. Rain, judging by the taste. Tongue slipping into his mouth, cool and easy. Aeon opens for him, drinks him down like he's dying of thirst and Rain trills above him. Pressing one cool hand against his cheek as Aeon surges toward him, reaches up, begs for more.
"Easy, baby," Cirrus coos in his ear--over to his left. "Just lay back."
Aeon eases back, drops his head back into the hollow of Cumulus' throat. Someone drags a hand down his stomach, circles his cock into a calloused palm and he jolts.
Whining. Body begging him to lean into it--to pull away. Each stroke is electric. Too much. Pleasure zapping through his veins and he can't take it. He can't think about anything else. Hips bucking up into the hand as he fills out, hardens up.
Someone, Swiss, he thinks, whistles like he's impressed. "Still going, huh?"
Aeon nods, eager. He slams his eyes shut as another pair of hands widens his thighs. The tongue that's been fucking into him slips out, moves away. Aeon whines at the loss--but it's shortlived. Replaced by the fat head of a cock that he's pretty sure is Aether. Too fat to be anyone else's.
"You ready, baby?" Aether for sure. Reaching up to brush hair out of Aeon's eyes. "You've done so good for us today. Let me take care of you?"
Aeon cracks his eyes open. Finally forces them to focus on Aether looming between his legs. Cheeks flushed, eyes focused on Aeon.
Aeon swallows, tries to find words. "Y-yeah. Yes please."
After a day of doing everything that was asked of him--asking for something feels wrong. Like he's stepped out of line. But the collar he wore all day is long gone, and Aether just pushes in inch by slow inch. Watching Aeon's face for the first sign that he's had too much.
He has had too much, he thinks. He's had all of them at least once. He's been pinned between nine other bodies for what feels like hours. When Aether pushes in, there's no stretch, no burn. Thoroughly used. Aether groans low, a rumble that Aeon swears he feels in his bones.
"Still so fucking tight."
"Right?" Dew says from somewhere on Aeon's right. "Don't know how he does it."
"Magic," Sunshine offers from his other side. Whatever Dew says next is cut off by another groan from Aether as he fucks into Aeon. Giving in to hard deep thrusts that Aeon feels in his throat.
"Can't help it," Aether says, almost apologetic. "Too fucking good."
"Give it to me," Aeon begs, voice canting up with each word. "I can take it. Please, Aeth."
Aether smiles down at him. He pushes down, deepens the fold of Aeon's body until he's almost in half. Dislodging whoever's hand (Mountains?) was on his cock. It doesn't matter anyway--he'll cum like this. They all know it.
The next thrust makes Aeon wail.
Aether kisses him on the forehead, soft and sweet in contrast to the way he's railing him.
"Don't worry, baby. I know you can."
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You don’t remember me, for the angsty prompts!
I swear you and @p1nkcanoe were on a mission to make me cry this weekend.
Mission accomplished. Have almost 1800 words of Aether/Phantom being angsty.
CW: angst, mentions of abandonment and past abuse
You Don't Remember Me?
Aether stood on the edge of the summoning circle as the ritual was completed. Papa ceased his chanting, the smoke cleared and the glow from the sigils on the floor dimmed. He stepped towards the trembling figure on the ground and offered his hand.
“Welcome, Ghoul. I am Papa Emeritus IV. You have been summoned to help spread the message of our Dark Lord here on earth. What is your name?”
The skinny ghoul took Papa’s hand and looked up through his shaggy hair, a single violet eye glowing in the dim light of the summoning chamber. He rose unsteadily to his feet, keeping his face lowered towards the stone floor.
He looked up at Copia, who gave him a warm smile.
“I–my name is B--…Phantom.”
Papa gestured towards Aether, who stepped forward with a warm robe to wrap around his naked form.
“Welcome, Phantom. This is Aether, our resident Quintessence ghoul. As he is retiring, you will be assuming his duties once you are ready to do so."
Aether approached the new ghoul, taking him in as he wrapped the robe around his trembling shoulders. The new quint was young, skinny; all long limbs and sharp angles. His hair was curly and fluffy, with a white streak running through the front. The young ghoul peeked through his hair at Aether and Aether blinked as he saw a a flash in the new ghoul’s revealed eye. He looked stressed, afraid.
Aether extended his hand towards Phantom, offering him a small, non-threatening smile.
“Welcome to the Ministry. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help your transition here flow easier. You’re a part of our pack now, and we’ll do whatever we can to help you feel comfortable.”
Phantom looked at Aether’s hand, muttering something resembling thanks but declining to take Aether’s gesture of peace. Aether glanced over at Papa, who shrugged and approached the pair.
“You must be feeling tired from your summoning. Allow me and your new pack to show you to the ghoul’s den, where you can take some time to rest and recover.”
As they made their way from the sunken chapel to the ghoul’s wing, Aether couldn’t help but feel the slight tug of uncertainty at his mind. Something about this new ghoul seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place why.
Aether felt eyes on him as they walked and looked over his shoulder. Phantom was peeking at him through his hair, but quickly looked away, dropping his eyes to his feet as he noticed Aether looking back at him. Aether couldn’t help but notice the slight clench to Phantom’s jaw as he looked away.
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Aether stood in front of Phantom’s door, hesitating in his move to knock. It had been almost a week since the young quint’s summoning and something was just…off. Phantom had been settling in well, fully recovered. He had taken to guitar like a fish to water and showed incredible skill and promise. He was slowly coming out of his shell around the pack, preferring to keep his face hidden behind his hair as he spoke in soft tones and short replies.
Phantom was polite, quiet and respectful. But Aether kept noticing him looking at him when he thought Aether wasnt noticing. He couldn’t help but pick up a strange energy from the young ghoul but couldn’t place his finger on what it meant or why he was feeling that way.
So here he was, knocking on Phantom’s door.
Phantom opened the door, eye wideing as he took in Aether in his doorway.
“Hey, can I come in? I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Phantom made an affirmative noise in his throat, stepping aside to let Aether enter.
Aether stepped across the threshold, crossing the room and sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace. Phantom stood awkwardly watching him, before sitting in the other chair, fiddling with his hands.
Aether took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts.
“How are you settling in? I know this is a lot, adjusting to being topside and everything.”
“It’s fine,” Phantom replied softly, still looking at his hands.
“Is there anything that I do to help you? I’ve noticed that you’ve been pretty quiet around everyone. Is there anything we can do to help you feel more comfortable?”
“No, I’m fine.”
Aether furrowed his brow, picking up on the slight change in the energy of the room. Deciding to just throw caution to the wind, he stepped over to the other chair, crouching down in front of Phantom.
“Are you sure? Forgive me, but I can’t help but feel that something is just…off. Is everything alright?”
“I said I’m fine.”
“Please, if theres anything I can do–”
“I SAID. I’M. FINE.”
Aether fell back at the sudden outburst from the soft-spoken ghoul.
Phantom stood, scent giving off frustration as he began pacing in front of the fireplace, wringing his hands.
Aether stood, slowly approaching the now-distressed quint.
“Okay, I’m sorry for push–”
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
Aether froze, blinking in confusion as Phantom stalked over to him, downcast face twisted into a grimace.
“W-what?”
Phantom stopped in front of him, that single violet eye flashing through his black and white curls.
“I said, you don’t remember me.”
Phantom breathed out a sigh of frustration and disdain at Aether’s dumbfounded silence.
“I was a part of your pack, in the pit.”
Aether blinked at him. That tug of familiarity in his gut had been correct, but for the life of him he could not place where he had possibly known the ghoul in front of him before, no matter how hard he tried.
“I’m sorry…I…I don’t know who you are.”
Phantom’s lip curled at the older ghoul’s confession.
“I was a kit. One of the runts who looked to you for protection before you abandoned us.”
Aether flinched at the influx memories. It was not a time he looked back on fondly. His pack in the pit lived in a very desolate area. Food and water were scarce and as such, there was a lot of fighting over resources between packs, as well as within packs. Kits that were born as runts were often left alone, neglected, not even bothered to be given names because of their low chances of survival. Aether, being kind as well as one of the stronger ghouls in the pack, had taken to protecting the small groups of runts that resided on the outskirts of his pack’s territory; bringing them food when he could and protecting them from abuse from his packmates.
Phantom stepped closer, pushing his hair out of his face for the first time to reveal what was hidden underneath. Aether gasped at the sight.
Twisted, scarred skin covered the left side of Phantom’s face. Deep, angry red lines ran from his hairline to his cheek, twisting his eyelid that sat almost non-existent over his eye, milky white and unseeing. Phantom stood, tears gathering and running down his face as Aether gaped at the sight before him, stomach twisting with distress.
“You protected me, you kept me alive. You were the only one who was ever kind to me, and you left. You gave me a name…I was your Babybat…” Phantom choked out a sob on the name.
Aether pinned his ears back and whined low in his throat at the name, recognition hitting him like a bolt of lightning.
Suddenly he was back in the Pit again, in that little nest in the alcove where he brought the runts to protect them from the others when the fighting and conflict was particularly brutal. He could see in his mind a small, inquisitive kit. One who showed spirit despite his frail health and weak body. One with dark fluffy hair with a striking white streak…..
Aether let out a sob as the memories finally locked in. He fell to his knees at Phantom’s feet, tears flowing freely as he clutched at his horns and hair.
Phantom gripped Aether’s horn and pulled head back to face him.
“We needed you. We needed you to protect us. You were our only chance for survival. How could you leave us??”
“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…please..forgive me” Aether sobbed.
“How could I possibly forgive you? You left us behind to die. I was the only one to survive and get away from those monsters.”
Phantom stepped back, releasing Aether’s horn and running his hands through his head, sighing heavily.
“When you disappeared, I waited for you to come back. I hoped, against all odds that wherever you had gone, you would come back for me, you would take me with you.”
“I have lived my entire live alone, fighting, or in hiding. When I was summoned, when I saw you in that chamber, I prayed so hard that you would at least recognize me, but you didn’t say a fucking word.” Phantom spat the last words out, malice and anger being replaced with heartbreak and sadness.
He collapsed back into his chair, burying his face in his hands, shoulders shaking as sobs escaped his thin body.
Aether moved slowly over to the young ghoul. He could feel the vast ocean of pain, of sadness and loneliness born from years of abuse and solitude. He took a breath, wiping his tears on the back of his palm as he knelt and took one of Phantom’s hands in his larger one.
“I never wanted to leave you. I didn’t have any control over my summoning, but I cannot imagine what you and the others went through. Nothing I can say will ever truly make up for it, but I am so..so sorry.”
Aether reached up, cupping Phantom’s cheek in his palm, wiping away tears with his thumb. Phantom sniffled, lids heavy with unshed tears. He flinched at the soft touch, moving his head to cover the scarred side of his face with his hair once again, a flush of shame and embarrassment spreading across his cheeks to the tips of his pointed ears.
Aether’s heart ached at the realization that Phantom being here was probably the first kind interactions and physical touch he had experienced since Aether’s summoning..since he had abandoned him.
“Phantom…Babybat...I promise you. This place, this pack, this is your family now. Papa is kind, he cares so much for us. We protect each other here. We will rip anyone who wishes to harm you limb from limb.”
“I swear on the seven Lords below that I..we..are never going to let anybody hurt you ever again.”
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@papaslittlesunshine for her amazing editing skills, any mistake are always clearly mine. Check her out on Tumblr or her stories on ao3! If you need recs, let me know!!
Lastly @midnight-moth on Tumblr and IG, for always listening to my depraved raindrop thoughts and trying to guide me back to sanity. Check all their work out on AO3, if you haven't read Kilonova, what are you even doing?
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With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, Dew knew this couldn’t be real. He tried to slow his breathing to keep pace with the ticking of the clock he could hear, willing his heartbeat to decelerate. If he didn’t open his eyes, he could stay in this vague awareness, between the dark and light. Between knowing if Rain was alive or dead. He could feel the tears slip past his clenched eyes. When he thought of Rain, he felt the panic starting to rise in his chest. He needed to just open his eyes, deal with whatever had happened. He continued to will himself to just give him one more moment, one more second in this ignorant bliss.
He felt a body next to him, a hand reaching out to take his own that was clenched in the sheets. Warmth slowly registered that the hand next to him wasn’t the cold realization that death offered. The puff of air that breathed along his neck, had his eyes snapping open.
The sight before him made him gasp, the other eyes meeting his, disrupted out of half sleep. The smile that quirked the corners of his mouth up before noticing the tears falling from Dew’s eyes, his sobs not able to be quieted any longer.
“Dew?” Rain asked softly.
He raised his one hand not holding onto Dew’s hand to brush the tears falling down from his cheeks. Dew leaned into his touch, pushing his face into the palm of his hand. He couldn’t answer him, his voice lost to the pain of the dream.
Rain seemed to understand something had happened, he didn’t push, just gripped Dew’s hand tighter, his smaller grip encompassed in Rain’s larger. He wanted to pull him closer, to encircle him in his embrace, but he knew that Dew had to reach, Dew had to be the one to reach out for him. He would wait. He would wait forever if necessary.
Rain’s hand grounded Dew in the quiet light of the morning. They didn’t speak, they watched the other, eyes caressing where hands hadn’t in so long as the dawn broke the sky, streaming sun across the bed, landing across Rain’s face, Dew’s dull locks shining in the morning sun.
As Dew calmed down further he found himself pressing himself into the quiet solace that Rain offered, molding their bodies together once again. Dew’s head under Rain’s chin, arm around the waist, legs entwined in a resemblance of gnarled tree branches that have forged together over years, if not centuries, unable to bear being separated.
Rain’s hand found Dew’s hair, brushing it back from Dew’s face gently, running his fingers through it. He missed this quiet between them, these moments that they had fought so hard for over the last year.
“Please don’t leave me,” Dew mumbled so quietly that Rain had to question if he heard him correctly.
“Never, I will always be here for you, my Otter. I will always find a way to be near to you, I will always come for you.”
Dew pulled back from their tight embrace to look into Rain’s eyes, maybe to check the validity of his words, not believing himself worth it. Rain watched the heart wrenching thoughts pass over Dew’s eyes, making sure to offer him a smile and to pour all the love he had for him to show in his eyes, in his face, in his caress. He watched the tears continue to fall silently down his face.
“Please don’t cry over thinking I will ever leave you Dew, that is the last thing you need to worry about.”
Dew’s face softened at Rain’s admission, finally believing a small fraction of what he was saying. He knew they needed to talk about everything that happened, he needed to tell Rain his fear. He knew these things, but he just wanted to exist in this moment, they had time.
Rain whispered over and over again how much he loved him as he held Dew in his tight embrace. Dew found himself nuzzling into Rain’s neck, inhaling his scent, placing small kisses along his pulse, without realizing what he was doing. When the two of them were alone together their bodies automatically sought the other out. It was natural, destined. Rain placed kisses along Dew’s cheek and forehead.
They moved to look at each other again, and Dew found himself making the first move. He pushed forward slowly, his eyelids lowered, watching the plush lips before him. He knew when Rain realized what he was he was doing by the sharp puff of air he emitted from his mouth.
“You sure?” Rain asked before their lips met.
Dew didn’t answer, he pressed his mouth to Rain’s. A chaste kiss, pressed together in a silent moment. He felt Rain’s lips twitch into a smile as they were pressed together. He could feel Rain’s hand that was holding his grip the slightest bit harder. The other arm that were wrapped around each other, he felt both of their flesh rise in goosebumps, electricity flowing between their limbs to the other.
It wasn’t a heated kiss by far, both knowing that they wouldn’t take it further. It felt like the first time they touched, the first glance, the first admission of love. It felt like hope, that maybe everything would be ok. Dew wanted to forget everything that happened and just exist the rest of eternity in Rain’s embrace, with the knowledge that they loved each other.
When they finally pulled apart, they exchanged a sigh of contentment and smiled at the other.
“I love you too, my Selkie, always.” Dew breathed out.
They held each other the rest of the morning, until they heard the others start to move in the house. The sound of life, breaking them from this moment of contentment. Knowing they needed to face the day and start to plan for Ifrit’s demise and the eventual thought of going home and starting to heal.
They slowly let go of the other, arms unraveling, bodies moving apart, fingertips the last to touch as they made their way from the bed. Their eyes never left the other as they moved around the room trying to piece together clothes for the day. They only stopped staring when the other stepped into the bathroom to clean up. The one not in the shower waiting outside, standing by the door, the thought of being apart unbearable. When they came back together their hands found the others again. Their fingers entwined, speaking the thoughts that they both couldn’t say out loud yet.
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“Rain, that is a dumb idea,” Eidolon shouted from beside Aether.
Rain sighed deeply in exasperation, would Eidolon ever give him a break? Would he ever stop fighting him? He was absolutely grateful to him for being with Dew and getting him through Ifrit’s torture, offering his friendship (he was not going to think about that kiss that he witnessed between the two of them, he was not), but he secretly wished he could punch him sometimes.
Calm, Rain, calm, he thought to himself not for the first time this morning. Rain had Dew’s hand in his beneath the table, his thumb caressing the others mindlessly. He was trying to ignore the fact that after their quiet morning, he found Dew and Eidolon huddled in a corner in the kitchen whispering quietly to one another, Eidolon’s hand on Dew’s arm. Rain wondered if Dew had shared what had made him cry this morning with Eidolon, and he tried his hardest to cut off those thoughts, he had his time with Dew this morning. Dew would share everything with Rain when he could, he knew he would, but fuck if it didn’t kill something inside of him when he found the two of them together again. As soon as Dew saw Rain enter the kitchen he disentangled himself from Eidolon with a quiet, “I will be fine, thank you,” and a squeeze to his hand before walking over and greeting Rain.
“And what is your idea?” He asked back, as neutrally as possible. He would make an effort for Dew. Eidolon was his friend.
“I wouldn’t ask him to meet me somewhere, that’s for sure, the only way you will be able to get him is to do it by surprise. Otherwise he will be prepared and will do every dirty thing in the book to end you. How can you be that stupid?” Eidolon seethed.
“Eidolon!” Dew and Aether’s voices raised in surprise at the same time, shock evident on both of their faces.
Calm, Rain, calm.
Eidolon didn’t stop though, “Why would you put Dew in this position, of Ifrit destroying you, killing you? Why don’t you care what you do to him?”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
Well that wasn’t calm, was it?
“You are a fucking idiot, that is my problem. You are going to get not just yourself killed, but all of us when your oh so brilliant plan fails, including the one you supposedly love.”
Rain could feel himself gritting his teeth inside his mouth, grinding them together as he tried to remain calm and not fly across this table in the rage he felt inside his entire being. How fucking dare he? Who the hell did he think he was to question his love for Dew? Calm.
“What, you think you can come up with something better?”
“Absolutely, at least my plan wouldn’t get Dew killed. At least it seems like I may be the only one of us concerned with that between you and me.”
Rain quickly rose from his chair, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” He gripped the wooden frame so hard he knew he was leaving claw marks on the wood.
Eidolon rose from his chair, as well, “You know damn well what that is supposed to mean!”
Aether and Dew looked at each other across the table, not knowing how to diffuse the situation.
“Maybe we should take a breath?”
“Hey, let’s all calm down.”
Aether and Dew spoke at the same time, addressing the person by their side. Neither were listening though.
They tried.
Failed.
“You think you can take care of him better than I can? Is that what this is, Eidolon?”
Eidolon scoffed, “What surprises me, Rain, is that you don’t think the same thing.”
“Oh, cause you did so well protecting him while you were both with Ifrit?”
“Where the hell were you Rain? It was months he was there. All I heard is he stabbed you once or twice, I would have dragged myself from my deathbed to Dew’s side, but no, poor little Rain had to rehabilitate.”
It hit a little too close to home, Eidolon’s words. He knew he failed Dew, he should have been here sooner. The defeat of what Eidolon said, evident on his face clearly.
“Even you think this, Rain, just look at yourself, you know you aren’t anyone’s savior. You play the biggest victim here out of everyone.”
Rain’s mouth hung open as Eidolon continued.
“If Dew finds comfort in my embrace, why would you stop him from seeking it out? You say it is all about Dewdrop, but you continue to make it about you, begging him to not seek me out at night to calm his fears.”
Eidolon continued, “You know your the reason he is here, Ifrit had some kind of vendetta against you, your the reason it got so bad. He wouldn’t have tortured Dewdrop if it wasn’t for you. I heard the things he said to Dew when he was-”
“Eidolon, stop!” Dew shouted, but it wasn’t enough.
Eidolon continued, not missing a breath, “hurting him, hurting him in ways you can’t even fathom. He always made sure to bring you up. Tell me, was it about Dew, or did bring this on him?”
The room suddenly was too quiet, all the air drawn out of the space they were in. Rain couldn’t hear anything, the sound of the wildlife outside had ceased playing on the waters edge, the light had slipped behind the clouds, the ticking of the clock stopped.
He had told him. Dew had told Eidolon. He told him what he had asked him for the other night. He told him.
Maybe Eidolon was right, maybe it was all him? Did he cause this for Dew? How much had things changed since they were together? He never thought Dew would share a private conversation with anyone else. The devastating realization of the bond he now understood Dew had with Eidolon, shattered the hope he felt grow in his chest this morning. He couldn’t look at Dew, he couldn’t look at any of them. He found himself pulling away from the table, removing his hands from the chair, slipping his hand out from under Dew’s that had been placed on top of his.
“Maybe you are right, I will rethink my plans and share it with the group when I make my decision.” He slipped out of the silent room, passing through the house and out the front door, he needed to take a walk. He needed out of there before he broke down in front of them all and it gave Eidolon more fuel to torment him with. He didn’t hear as Dew called out to him, lost in his own thoughts and misery. The words Eidolon had shouted repeating in his head over and over.
Dew stared at Eidolon across the table, he watched his friend's body heaving in anger as he spewed the words Dew had confided in him in private. He knew why Eidolon was doing this, this was his fault. He hadn’t made his feelings clear. Fuck if he even knew exactly what he felt. Rain didn’t deserve his vitriol though, Dew did.
When he heard the door shut behind Rain, he spoke up, “Why would you say that to him?”
“Cause it is the truth.”
“Phan-I mean, Eidolon, you don’t know what it was like at the abbey the last few months either, that wasn’t fair to say to Rain.” Aether said quietly from his side.
“I don’t care, he is an idiot.”
“Eidolon, stop, he isn’t an idiot.” Dew’s voice raising in agitation.
“Yes, he is. You deserve better.”
“STOP. I will not listen to this again.”
“Dew, you know I am-”
“Eidolon, seriously, I am not listening to this anymore right now. I need you to stop.” Dew walked away from the table.
He wandered through the house, finally sitting in the glassed in sunroom, his thoughts consuming him. He waited for Rain for hours to return, but eventually the light outside dimmed and he found himself falling asleep in the chair, once again wishing he had never fallen for Ifrit all those years ago. It would have solved so many things.
Rain returned many hours after leaving the house to the quiet house, Aether sitting at the table in the kitchen by himself. He found himself asking where the others were, Aether said Eidolon was in his room and Dew was in the sunroom waiting for Rain to return.
He wiped his hand over his face in exhaustion before sitting across from Aether. Weren’t they just here a few days ago, was that a week or two ago? He couldn’t remember anymore. He saw Aether itching to say something to him about the earlier conversation, but before he could speak he told him he had a plan.
“I want to leave as soon as possible, Eidolon was right that we need to do this as quickly and quietly as possible.”
“We should get both of them and tell them the plan.” Aether knew Rain was getting ready to do something stupid even as he said this, like not to tell the other two they were going.
“No, I think it is better we go now, I just need to get some things, give me a half an hour.”
“Rain, this is a mistake, you need to talk to Dew.”
“I don’t want to hear it Aether, I just want to get this done so we can get hi-I mean them, back to the abbey and safe.”
He rose from the table to take care of the last few things before they left.
Aether found himself outside of Eidolon’s room, pushing his door open silently. He laid on his bed fast asleep. In sleep, it was easy for Aether to forget all the years between the last time he saw him. Phantom was curled on his side, clutching the other pillow on the bed between his arms, his hair sticking in all directions. He wished he could wake him, but he sat there watching him for as long as he could before they left. He wanted to tell him, he knew how hard it was. He knew that Eidolon was in love with Dew, he knew what he faced with that feeling. He wanted to tell him Rain was a good person, that he loved Dew with his entire being, not to fault their feelings for the other. Not to lose sight of his friendship with Dew. He didn’t have to give up his love of Dew because he loved Rain, Dew had enough love for him too. He didn’t need to fight with Rain over who loved Dew more.
He wanted to run his hand through Eidolon’s wild hair and remind him of their youth together, of the happiness they shared in their family home. The two of them running wild through the fields, practicing their powers, watching the starlight they created together. How sorry he was that Ifrit used Eidolon to get to Aether. He wished he could send Eidolon home to their family, but there was no one there any longer, it was just the two of them.
He knew that time was drawing near, he rose from the edge of the bed, bending down to kiss Phantom’s forehead and whisper from the door to the sleeping form, that he would be back soon and that he loved him, his baby brother.
They had time, he would make sure he knew how much love he had for him, how much love their family had had for them.
Rain and Aether slipped from the house silently, starting the car and driving into the dark night by themselves away from the two people that they loved the most in the world.
When Dew woke later that night from the sound sleep he had on the chair he stumbled from the room to see if Rain had returned. The kitchen was empty, the house locked. He went to their bedroom to find it empty of the other ghoul, but he found on the bed a packet laying on the covers. There were many envelopes wrapped with twine, all addressed to him with a note on top.
My love,
I am sorry you will find this and not me here, but I need to do this. I have needed to do this from the day I first saw what Ifrit was doing to you.
I am sorry I am leaving without waking you, walking out on you in the dark of night, but I knew you would insist on coming and this was something you didn’t need to see, to face again.
I walked for hours in the woods, thinking about us, thinking about how I could make our new lives easier on you. I want you to be happy, safe, beyond anything else. I am so sorry if I made you ever feel anything less. You are my entire world, my other half, the one I love. I won’t give up on our love, but if you can’t find happiness with me again, I will let you go. I only want your happiness, that is the only thing that matters to me.
I thought about you every day we were apart, my only thought was to get back to you. Eidolon was right, it took too long, I failed you once again. I should have been faster. I will take care of Ifrit though so you can live in peace knowing he will never hurt you again.
I have attached my letters I wrote to you while we were apart. I hope they prove to you, that you were all I thought about, that maybe I am deserving of your love somehow.
I brought them in hopes we could open them together, but I think this may be better. You can read them if you want. You can decide. I didn’t realize how much we both would have changed while apart. I guess I am the idiot Eidolon said I was.
Forever yours,
I will love you forever, Selkie, if that makes me more of an idiot, so be it.
I will return in a few days and we can go home. I promise I will get you home and take care of this monster for you.
Rain
Rain, what did you do?
Authors note: the letters Rain left with Dew look like this (thanks to @jazz-bazz )
#whispers of rain#rain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#raindrop#fan fiction#ghost fan fiction#ghost band#fan art#phantom ghoul#chaptered fic#ao3 writer#get ready for the sad
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Swiss × Phantom × Aurora
Fluff
Swiss laid on the couch, Phantom laid on top of him, cuddling into Swiss and the TV was on for some background noise.
As the time passes Phantom yawns, cuddling more into him, as Swiss heard them yawn, he began to scratch their back, planting a kiss on their head.
"Tired, bug?" Swiss asked, smirking and Phantom just gave a little hum of acknowledgement.
Swiss chuckles softly at Phantom's little hum, holding them a bit closer.
"Go to sleep, bug." Swiss says softly and Phantom just shakes their head, wanting to stay up so they have more time with Swiss.
"Want to stay up" Phantom mumbles, their tail snakes around Swiss arm.
"Come on, baby. Go to sleep, you can't stay awake any longer anyway." Swiss says, kissing their temple.
Phantom shakes their head again but falls asleep shortly after.
As the two cuddle on the couch, Phantom fast asleep, Aurora sneaks into the common room, smiling softly as she them.
"Hi" she whispers, walking over to the two Ghouls, planting a kiss in Swiss lips.
"Hi, Rory" Swiss said, smiling. He takes her hand in his, strokes the back of her hand.
Aurora smiles softly, going with her free hand through Phantoms hair, kissing his head.
"Want to cuddle too?" Swiss asks, pulling her a bit closer and wrapping his arm around her hip.
"Don't need to tell me twice." Aurora says happily and lays down next to the two, cuddling into Swiss side and wrapping her arm and tail around Phantom. Swiss tail wraps around her waist, holding her closer, as she kissed Swiss cheek.
The three cuddle more into each other until they fall asleep.
#ghost band#ghost the band#phantom ghoul#aeon ghoul#phantom ghost#swiss ghoul#swiss ghost#aurora ghoulette#aurora ghost#gost fanfiction#fan fic#fan fiction
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OK I LITERALLY POSTPONED GOING TO THE BAR TO WRITE THIS SO AS PROMISED: NSFW BELOW THE CUT also everyone thank @jimothybarnes for receiving my random horny ghoul thoughts at all hours and encouraging this
Some Swiss/Phantom/Mountain for the soul
Forced intoxication(it’s consensual phantoms really into it), tied hands, use of Daddy, cockwarming
MDNI etc
Phantom gags and chokes around the cock in his mouth. His mind is fuzzy and his body feels like jelly but the way his throat constricts involuntarily around the thick cock is proof enough to the multi ghoul that he’s not where Swiss wants him.
They’d been like this for what felt like hours. Phantom straddling Mountain keeping his cock warm with his hands tied behind his back while Swiss used his mouth to bring himself to the edge over and over and over again.
Swiss slips his cock out of the Quint ghoul’s mouth and the little bug gasps heaving breaths as drool spills from his lips in rivulets.
“Seems like someone needs a little more huh?” Swiss says with a mischievous grin.
Phantom gazes up at Swiss like he hung the moon. Staring with a half lidded glazed over look as Swiss brings the half smoked joint to his lips and orders him to suck.
“That’s it baby boy suck it down for me and hold it in.”
Swiss pulls the joint away taking a hit for himself and watching Phantom struggle to hold his breath before descending into a coughing fit.
Mountain groans under phantom tightening his grip the smaller ghouls hips giving a gentle push and pull warning a frankly pathetic sound from him.
“Fuck Swiss he’s so tight already. If you keep making him cough and clench like that I’m gonna cum too soon,” Mountain says slowly grinding into Phantom.
Swiss apologises with a chuckle as he grabs the red solo cup from the nearby dresser and takes a swig of the jack and coke he’d poured.
“You want a drink lil bug?” He asks running his fingers through Phantoms shaggy hair and watching the white tendril fall back in front of his face as the smaller ghoul nods emphatically.
“Alright open up for me, lovebug.”
Swiss gently grips Phantom’s jaw with one hand and brings the cup to his lips and holds eye contact while tipping the dark liquid into his mouth and Phantom gulps it down greedily.
He already feels the weed taking effect and the alcohol makes the fuzziness all the more intense. He visibly relaxes more and breathing is coming easier. Mount grinds into him again cock and he whimpers and thinks he might explode if Swiss doesn’t let him cum soon.
“Good boy,” Swiss says as he reaches over and sets the cup back on the night stand keeping his grip on Phantom’s jaw. “Need you nice and relaxed to take Mounty’s big cock. You wanna be good and let him fuck you hard right?” He leans down moving his face mere inches from Phantom’s.
“Doesn’t the big guy deserve to let loose?” He asks before moving phantom’s head up and down in a forced nod.
“Yeeaahh that’s right baby boy. But first,” Swiss stands back up and takes hold of his cock stroking it a few times.
“You ready for more of Daddy’s cock?” He asks slapping it softly against Phantoms cheeks wet with drool and tears from how much he’s been gagging.
Phantom doesn’t get the chance to answer before Swiss shoves his cock in all the way to the back of his throat and starts a brutal pace immediately.
The noises Swiss makes will be ingrained in his mind forever.
#atmos speaks#atmos writes#askmosghoul#the band ghost#ghost#ghost bc#nameless ghouls#Swiss ghoul#phantom ghoul#aeon ghoul#mountain ghoul#the band ghost fan fiction
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This is my first time writing something like this so it's a little short and a lot shitty...
'Tired' is all Phantom can think as the lights dim, signalling the end of the concert. And then he collapses. The world goes black and time seems to stop moving as he just lays there in a world of darkness. He doesn't move nor thinks; rather, he simply exists. That is until he is interrupted by a bright light shining into his eye, causing him to snap awake. His head is spinning and the corners of his vision is still dark but he can see and he can hear now. The first person he makes out is Papa and then Mountain. He comes to find himself laying on the floor backstage with his head in Mountain's lap. Copia is next to him, holding the flashlight that was shining into his eyes. Around them seemed to be all the other ghouls though he didn't bother making out their faces and putting a name to them, he was far too tired. "What happened?" He said hoarsly, his voice feeling dry. "You passed out during our bows," Copia replied with gently, looking concerned. However, in his tired haze and the fact he always was on edge around his bandmates, he took that as annoyance. "I'm so sorry. It won't happen again," he said quickly and quietly, moving to stand up. A heavy hand on his shoulder kept him down, however. It was Mountain who looked at him with sad eyes. "Give it a rest kid, we've got you," he said as he forced Phantom to lay down.
#the band ghost fanfic#ghost#fan fiction#ghost angst#phantom ghoul#the band ghost angst#angst#comfort#mountain ghoul#papa emeritus iv#papa copia
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Same Old Souls Playing Different Parts
ACT 1
Terzo has a hard time fitting back into the ministry after his resurrection.
Phantom has a hard time fitting in at all.
A chance meeting between the two of them sparks a friendship that slowly turns into more, as they navigate life, tour, and picking up the threads of an old life.
This is a story about finding love and family in unlikely places, featuring a chaotic pack, exasperated younger brother Copia, the wrong use of emojis and way too many cheeky text messages.
Or: the love story of two idiots so oblivious Lucifer himself despairs.
A fantastic love story that I've been part of from start to finish. I am so proud to have been the beta for this, the sounding board and the one to hear it all first (in pieces on Whatsapp) over the last few months! It's a wonderful story with a whooping 80K words over eight chapters! I've cried, laughed, cringed and cried some more throughout this epic love story!
Give it a read, leave kudos and a comment! Tell Kopper I sent ya!
#the band ghost#ghost bc#ghost band#ghost#papa emeritus iii#ghost fan fiction#ghost fanfiction#terzo x phantom#phantom ghoul#phantom ghost#papa emeritus terzo
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Flowers (Phantom x GN! Reader) FLUFF
WARNINGS: Recreational smoking 🌿, doesn't go into detail, all fluff, Primo being a dad, Phantom being sweet, cute, and nice. Just a good old innocent mutual crush. Not proofread, sorry if there's any mistakes with keeping it GN, please feel free to let me know if I missed anything so I can correct it!
My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!
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"Good morning Papa." You greet Primo with a smile, carefully setting down the cup of tea you had brought him on his work bench.
"Good morning il mio Bambino." He responds softly, completely engrossed in his task of pruning one of his many bonsai trees. "When you get a moment my dear would you be able to do me a small favor?" You breathed out an amused sigh. You had been Primo's assistant for a while, enjoying the slow pace of working with the eldest Emeritus brother.
"Papa, you don't need to ask." You giggle, bringing a smile to the older man's face. "Anything you need I'll take care of, don't worry."
"You truly are too good to me." He shoots you a wink causing you to playfully roll your eyes. "There's some produce that needs harvesting in the greenhouse. I was hoping I could have your assistance collecting it all."
"Of course. Let me just make sure I don't have any paperwork to file first." You give his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you pass, leaving him to finish his pruning. You fell into the chair at your desk with a sigh, flipping your letter opener around in your hand to sort through the daily mail. You paused as something caught your eye. A single sunflower sat at the edge of your desk. You picked it up curiously, a smile finding its way to your lips as you spun the stem between your fingers. "Thank you for the flower Papa!" You call into his office. You hear the scraping of his chair against the wooden floor, Primo emerging in the doorway moments later.
You glance over your shoulder as you hear him chuckle. "That flower isn't from me, my dear." He raised an eyebrow at you. "Perhaps you've caught the attention of someone special, hm?" You couldn't stop the blush from spreading across your cheeks as you giggled.
"I doubt that," you state with a wistful tone as you continue to admire the flower in your hand, "I'm pretty plain compared to a lot of the other Siblings. This was probably supposed to be a gift for you if anything."
"I'd like you to keep it regardless." He gently pats the top of your head. "And you are not plain. You have a smile that could light up any room, a laugh so melodic it would rival Cirrus' piano. You're a kind, beautiful soul inside and out. Not to mention your Papa's favorite." He teases with a wink.
"Thank you Papa." He holds out his arm for you to take.
"Come il mio bambino, we have a lot of work to do." You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow, allowing him to prattle on about whatever came to his mind as you made your way to the greenhouse together. No matter the task, working with Primo always managed to put a smile on your face. Over your time as his assistant you had grown quite close to him, Primo had become somewhat of a father figure in your life. The two of you would sit and chat about everything while you worked; filling each other in on the gossip you heard around the Abbey, Primo telling you stories of when he was in his prime, both of you unwinding with a nice cup of tea at the end of the day in his cozy office. Today was no different. You were both droning on about how, somehow, Sister Imperator had been even more stern than usual lately.
"Maybe you should offer her a joint, it might help her stop being so uptight all the time." Primo chuckles at your statement.
"You might be right, I heard she used to be quite the stoner in her day." You both paused at the sound of the greenhouse door slowly creaking open. Primo began to stand, you motioned for him not to trouble himself.
"I'll go see who it is Papa, it's probably just one of the Siblings from the kitchen." You rise with a groan, meticulously pulling off your work gloves before stuffing them into your pocket. As you approached the entrance you were met with the sight of a Ghoul curiously looking over the plants. He froze the moment he picked up on your presence, like a child getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to be. His shoulders relaxed as he realized it was you who emerged from the greenery and not the eldest Emeritus. "Phantom?"
"Hey." He returns your greeting with a sharp smile, fangs glinting in the bright afternoon sun that glimmered through the glass roof. "I was sent to ask Primo about some of his tea." He nervously shifts his weight between his feet.
"Oh, he's right back here actually." You motioned for him to follow you. Phantom takes a couple long strides, allowing himself to walk by your side. "You help in the greenhouse too?" He asks genuinely. You nod, giving him a small smile.
"I work pretty much wherever Primo needs me." You chuckle softly. "If I'm being honest I'd rather be out here than at my desk, it gets awfully stuffy in there sometimes." You whisper to him, as if it was a secret just for the two of you. You found Primo still diligently harvesting the produce you had left him with. "Papa, Phantom needs to ask you about some tea."
"Papa," Phantom bows his head slightly in a polite greeting, "Copia sent me. He's having, uh… that problem again. He said you'd know what I meant." His eyes widened slightly as he waited for Primo to remember what particular ailment he was referring to.
"Right," Primo claps his hands together. "I'll go grab the senna." Once Primo is out of view Phantom's attention immediately shifts back to you.
"What are you two harvesting?" You smile at his curiosity, aside from Primo and the other Siblings that helped in the gardens no one ever seemed interested about the work you did in here.
"Berries mostly." He trails closely behind you as you return to the plant you had been previously seated in front of. "The raspberries came out wonderful this year, I don't think we've ever had this big of a crop." Phantom kneels next to you in the dirt, eyes darting between your hands as they worked and your face.
"Can I ask a silly question?" He inquires sheepishly.
"There are no silly questions." You give him a reassuring smile, gently bumping your shoulder against his.
"What do raspberries taste like?" You paused. You had gotten so used to seeing Phantom dart around the Abbey that you had forgotten he had only been summoned a little while ago. Something as simple and well enjoyed by you he had never experienced before.
"Would you like to try one?" He nods eagerly. You search through the bush, looking for the best looking berry you could find. You carefully held it between your fingers as you offered it to him. "Now, I'm going to warn you, they have seeds and they're kind of fuzzy." He squints at the fruit, bright violet eyes analyzing it closely. He takes the berry between his teeth, taking extra care to make sure his fangs didn't accidentally graze your fingers. He chewed it slowly, eyes never leaving your face.
"It's good… sweet." He smiles proudly at his small triumph. His gaze travels to the top of your head. "You, uh, have a leaf." He points to your hair. You attempt to brush it away on your own but you could tell by the expression he was giving you that it was still there. He cautiously reaches towards you, untangling it from your strands before discarding it on the ground. His eyes scan over your features, a smile coming to his lips as he brushes the disturbed hair back into place. "Beautiful." You let out a flustered giggle. You both jump as Primo speaks up.
"This should take care of Copia's problem." He holds out a jar of herbs to Phantom. Seeing both of your bashful states he pauses. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" He gives you a smug grin.
"No Papa, we were just talking." You nervously fidgeted with your fingers as you spoke.
"Thank you for the tea Papa. (Y/N), hopefully I'll see you soon." He flashes you another dazzling smile before making his leave. You couldn't stop your eyes from trailing after him as he left, turning back to Primo once he fully stepped out of sight. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the shit eating grin he wore
"Don't look at me like that." You tried to hide your flustered state.
"I see we fancy ourselves a Quintessence Ghoul, do we?" He returns to the plant at your side with a laugh.
"We were just talking Papa." You reiterate again to try and get your point across.
"Just talking wouldn't cause the two of you to jump like that my dear. I've witnessed my fair share of crushes in my day, it's nothing to be ashamed of." He addresses the matter casually.
"Papa!" You exclaim through a giggle.
"Fine, fine." He accepts defeat, holding up his hands in surrender. "But, when you do finally come to terms with the fact you're attracted to him, I'll be here to talk." He smiles patiently.
You laugh and shake your head, "I don't have a crush on Phantom, it's just…" you trailed off for a moment. You couldn't exactly put into words how you felt. You had always been pretty close with all of the Ghouls, so when the newest members were summoned you were one of the first to be introduced. When you had first met Phantom he was timid, still feeling somewhat awkward in his more humanoid form.
"Walk me through what you're thinking tesoro, maybe I can help you sort things out." You both kept busy as you talked, knowing if you actually allowed yourself to focus on the words spilling from your lips you would end up overthinking.
"He's very easy for me to talk to. It took me a while to form the friendships that I have, but with him it almost felt effortless. The first night I met him there was something about him that was just so… captivating. He was unlike any person or Ghoul I had ever met." You explain.
"You two definitely seemed to hit it off pretty quickly. Up until he met you I don't think I had ever really seen Phantom interact with any of the Siblings, he mostly kept to himself. Perhaps there are a few members of his pack he's close to, but compared to the rest of Copia's Ghouls he seems a bit reserved." Primo remarks.
"That's the thing Papa… he's not." You thought back to one of the times it had just been the two of you. "Phantom is loud, boisterous, confident." His infectious laugh echoed through your memories, bringing a smile to his face. It wasn't uncommon for Phantom to coincidentally stumble across you smoking alone in the garden, enjoying the twinkling starlight as the pungent smell of herb filled the air. Being with him only added to the dizzying head rush you had. Gazing into his eyes felt like you were running through a field of lavender, his fingers bumping against yours making your pulse thrum in your ears, entirely consumed by the image of him mere inches away from you. The two of you in your own world together as you resisted the urge to lean into him. You were snapped from your day dream as a thorn pricked your finger, you winced slightly, letting out an exasperated sigh as reality set in once more. "Him and I just get along really well, that's all." Primo just smiled knowingly. He had seen that far off look in your eyes many times before; pining Siblings stumbling into his confessional to pour their heart and soul out to him over a friend who they swore would never be anything more than just that. You didn't say much for the rest of the afternoon, the memory of Phantom playing repeatedly in your mind as you tried to convince yourself none of that mattered.
"I'll see you in the morning." Primo waves over his shoulder as the two of you part ways in the halls. You headed back to his office, having a few things to check on before fully retiring for the evening. You look behind you as you hear another set of footsteps join your own in the empty corridor. You were a bit surprised to see none other than the Ghoul occupying your every thought round the corner. You smile at the sight of him, pausing to let him catch up.
"Copia wanted me to bring Primo a thank you note for the tea." You found yourself shoving your hands deep in your pockets, the slight brush of his hand against yours sending a jolt through your body, causing you to have an urge you didn't dare give into.
"Primo decided to turn in a little early tonight…" you trail off, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "But, I am heading down to his office now. I wouldn't mind the company if you'd like to walk with me."
"I would love to." He smiles down at you. You blush, quickly darting your eyes down to your feet so hopefully he wouldn't catch your flustered expression. "You seem nervous." You remarked how that was a statement, not a question. You flashed him your most convincing smile, trying to shove your anxiety away so he wouldn't worry.
"It's just been a long day. I'm not really feeling fully… myself, I guess." You found yourself wanting to be honest with him the more you spoke. There was something about being with him that made you feel so undeniably safe that you couldn't lie about how you were feeling. The question flashed through your mind about whether or not Quintessence Ghouls possessed some type of mind control power to make you tell the truth. You noticed him glance over at you out of the corner of your eye. "I promise it's nothing to worry about." You slid into your chair as you arrived at Primo's office, Phantom perching himself on the edge of the desk at your side.
"Have you eaten?" He suddenly chimes. Your stomach decided to answer before you had a chance to, giving off a low angry growl over your hunger. "I'll take that as a no." Phantom chuckles. You return his laugh as you open some of the new letters that had appeared on your desk. You groaned as you recognized Sister Imperator's neat script.
"What now?" Phantom's brow furrowed at your distress. "Great, another meeting with Nihil, Papa's going to be thrilled." You drop your head into your desk with a groan. You felt Phantom's warm head slide across your back, rubbing soothing circles in between your shoulder blades. You reluctantly picked up the receiver of the old rotary phone, dialing the number for Primo's quarters as you propped your chin up in your hand. "Hi Papa." He sighed at the tone you greeted him with, already knowing what was in store for him. "We have a meeting with your Father." You held the receiver away from your ear as a loud string of Italian curses exploded out of it. "I'll be there in ten minutes." You inform him before hanging up. "I'm sorry to run off-"
"It's alright." He cuts you off, grimacing slightly as he realized he had done so. "Are you going to be in the garden tonight?"
You nodded slowly, "probably. I'm sure I'm going to need to unwind after this." You stand with a groan. You collect your belongings, smiling at Phantom as you turn to leave. In a moment of boldness, more than likely brought in by the aggravation of having to deal with Sister, you paused. "These meetings usually take about two hours. I'd really like to see you tonight if you have time."
"I'll be there." He responds eagerly. You try your best to hide your excited smile as you hurry off to meet Primo. The second you entered his quarters he noticed your change in attitude.
"Well, what do we have here? You seem awfully happy my dear." You met Primo's gaze in his reflection. His papal paint half done, still dressed in his gardening clothes. "Might I venture a guess this has something to do with a certain Ghoul?" You knew there was no lying to him in your current state.
"I may or may not be seeing Phantom after our meeting tonight." You spit out your statement hurriedly, knowing he was going to make a big deal about it.
"Hm," he hums, grinning at you, "sounds like a nice little date to unwind after a stressful day, no?" You haphazardly comb your fingers through your hair, trying your best to appear somewhat decent.
"It's not a date Papa, just two friends meeting up." He chuckles at your response.
"Tell me tomorrow if your feelings on that subject have changed." You breathe out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief for how sure he was of himself. You helped him shrug into his Papal robes before heading to the never ending meeting. Every second felt like an hour, your eyes practically glued to the clock as you waited for the meeting to come to a close.
"You are dismissed." The second Nihil groaned out the words you bolted for the door, not missing Primo's amused expression on your way out. You headed straight for the garden, expertly winding your way to the spot where you and Phantom always managed to run into each other. A smile instantly spread across your features at the sight of him. He had set out a blanket in the pathway, a small spread of various foods set out for the two of you.
"What's all this?" You ask with a soft laugh as you approach him.
His eyes darted to the ground nervously, you noticed him swaying on his heels slightly as he spoke. "Well, I know you haven't eaten so I wanted to bring you some food. I didn't know what you liked so I asked Mountain and well…" He trails off, motioning to the spontaneous picnic. "I was thinking maybe you and I could have some dinner together?"
"I would love to have dinner with you, Phantom." He beams at your response, excitement immediately overtaking his nerves as he motions for you to sit. You sat and talked with Phantom for hours, your body and mind feeling lighter the longer you spent with him. As time passed the two of you eventually cleared off the blanket, opting to lay side by side to gaze up at the stars, a lit joint passed between the two of you. You watched the smoke curl high into the air, the warmth of Phantom's body seeking into your shoulder.
"I really like spending time with you." He speaks up suddenly. You blush at his statement, feeling his fingers ghost over yours both of your hands intertwined carefully. You didn't need to respond, he knew you felt the same way. The two of you took turns pointing out different constellations you recognized until, eventually, you decided you should probably get back to your dorm. Phantom's fingers remained intertwined with yours as he stood, hoisting you from the ground after him. You stumble slightly, falling into his chest. You felt the quick, steady rhythm of his heartbeat under his palm. His free hand lands on your waist to steady you. Your eyes snapped up to his, they glowed a beautiful violet in the moonlight.
"Sorry." You giggle nervously. He chuckles, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.
"No need to apologize, are you alright?" You nod, both of you blushing and mumbling out an apology as you realized you were still holding onto each other, taking a moment to separate. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence through the halls until you reached your dorm. You stood across from each other in front of your door, nervously swaying in your heels. "That was fun, maybe we can do that again sometime."
"I'd like that." Both of you searched for something, anything at all to say, to stay with each other just a few moments longer. But nothing came to mind. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He smiles at you, beginning to turn away. You reach out, catching his wrist in your hand. He looks back at you, a hopeful expression in his eyes. You stand on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Goodnight, Phantom." You take one final glance at him before you slip into your room. You fell into your bed with a sigh, dragging your hands down your face. "He's so handsome." You groan to your empty room. You let your arms fall out to the side, staring blankly up at your system as you remembered Primo's words from earlier. "I've witnessed my fair share of crushes in my day, it's nothing to be ashamed of my dear." You grimaced, that old man really could read you like an open book. You got ready for bed, dreading talking Primo tomorrow that he was right. But you needed advice. You had never taken the whole romance thing into consideration. Sure, you had dated a few people in the past, but none of those relationships really went past the honeymoon phase or initial hookup. You could already tell that if by some miracle Phantom did reciprocate your feelings this wouldn't be a simple fling. You woke with a start, getting into your overalls as you prepared for a long day weeding the flowerbeds. As you entered the garden you found Primo already waiting for me, a cup of tea waiting for you on the bench next to him.
"Good morning il mio bambino." He greets you with a smile. "These were left on your desk this morning." He picked up three white roses, all tied together with a purple ribbon.
"Was there any note?" He shook his head. You held the flowers to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent with a smile. "I'm going to put these in some water." You quickly run to the greenhouse, placing the blooms in a vase so you could take them home later before returning to Primo. You picked up the tea cup he had set out for you, sitting by his side and enjoying the stillness of the early morning air.
"So, how did last night go?" He prods.
You sigh, "it was perfect, I don't know what else to say about it." You chuckle.
"Are you still trying to keep up the façade that you're just friends?" He asks before taking a long sip of his tea.
"As much as I would like to, I don't think I can." You admit with a bashful laugh. "I've definitely got a bit of a crush on him." You spent a good portion of your morning catching Primo up on the events of the night prior.
He looks at you with an amused smile, "dare I say I think he might be feeling the same towards you my dear." He grins.
"I hope so, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hide this from him." Primo collects your cup from you as you finish your drink.
"Well you'll have plenty of time to think things over tesoro. Enjoy the flirting, romance is supposed to be fun, you should be basking in the glow of young love." You blush, shaking your head as you playfully roll your eyes.
"I'm going to get started out here, I'll come check on you in a couple hours." He pays your head before heading to his office.
"Don't work too hard." He calls over his shoulder as he disappears from the garden, allowing you to get to work.
"Well what do we have here." You jump slightly as Mountain bounds up beside you, a basket of vegetables perched on his hip.
"Hey Mount." Your hand claps into his as he helps you out of the dirt.
"Primo's got you on weeding duty today?" He asks, a bit confused. Weeding was usually a job saved for new Siblings, Primo believing in a hierarchy of sorts until they got settled in.
"I needed a task that would let me reflect on my feelings." You preach back to him in your best Papa impression. "He's had some suspicions that are proving to be correct."
"Everything alright?" He motions for you to walk with him.
"Yeah." You trail off for a moment. "If I tell you something, can you promise it'll stay between us?"
"Of course, you know you can always talk to me." He nudges you.
"So, there's been someone leaving flowers on my desk the past couple days. Which is super sweet, but I need to find out who it is. Recently I've… come to terms with the fact I have feelings for someone." You chose your words carefully, hesitant to give away who the object of your affection was despite the fact you knew you would end up telling him regardless. "Then on top of that I don't want to say anything to this other person because they might not feel the same."
"First off, I wouldn't worry about confessing your feelings. You're amazing, whoever it is would be so lucky to have earned your affection. Regardless of the answer I'm sure everything will work out for the best. And if you want to know who's getting you flowers, maybe hideout in the greenhouse, they're bound to show up sooner or later." You nodded, that wasn't a terrible plan. "Now, the real question is, who's your secret crush?" He asks in a teasing tone.
"Promise you won't say anything?" You felt ridiculous, you felt like you were in high school all over again. You were a grown adult acting like a teenage girl. Yet you couldn't help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the mere thought of him.
"You have my word." Mountain promises.
"It's Phantom." He pauses, looking down at you with the biggest smile. "What?"
"You have to tell him, the two of you would be such a great couple!" You attempt to stutter out a response, Mountain's bluntness getting you completely fluttered. "Seriously though, I think it would be worth a shot telling him. You never know, maybe he could've been your secret admirer the whole time." He chuckles before the two of you parted ways. You headed to Primo's office, already having gotten a good deal of weeding done today. You pushed through his office door with a groan.
"Good afternoon my dear." He greets you jovially despite not looking up from his paperwork. A pair of thin, wire framed reading glasses sat perched on the end of his nose.
"Afternoon Papa, do you need me to take care of anything?" You refill his glass of water in his desk.
"Actually there is, I have a stack of hymns that need to be returned to the music hall. It took me a while to decide which ones I wanted for mass this week." He chortles. You accepted the stack from him with a smile. "When you return we'll have so tea, I believe you're due for a break."
"Of course Papa, I'll be right back." You read through the stack of sheet music as you walk through the halls, humming the melodies presented before you. You kicked open the door to the music hall with your foot. Your ears were instantly met with an all too familiar tune. You glanced up to find Phantom perched at the edge of the stage, his usual black guitar resting comfortably over his thigh as he rehearsed by himself. You sit yourself in one of the chairs in the room, watching as his fingers effortlessly moved across the fret board. He jumped slightly when he noticed you were there.
"Now how did I end up with such a pretty audience." He flashes his fangs at you as a wide grin spreads across his features.
"No matter how many times I see you play you always amaze me. You're so talented." You compliment him, earning a bashful chuckle that made your heart flutter in your chest.
"Thank you." He stands, slowly striding over to you. "Now what brings you all the way down here." You held up the stack of papers.
"Primo needs these returned." Phantom takes the stack from you, knowing howuch of a pain organizing hymns tended to be.
"Want some help? I'm pretty familiar with how Cumulus has it set up in here." He offers.
"That would be great, I'd be here all night doing this by myself." You joke. Phantom clicks on the radio, some oldies station buzzing to life. He slings an arm over your shoulder, guiding you to the filing cabinet where the hymns were stored. Phantom seemed much more relaxed than normal today. He was consistently making jokes, the two of you idly chatting as you sorted everything away. "I love this song!" You exclaim, turning up the volume of the radio. You swayed around the room, humming along with the tune. Phantom chuckles at your excitement. He sets his remaining sheet music down, stepping closer to you so he could pull you towards him. You laugh, letting your fingers intertwine with his as the other slides over his shoulder. The two of you swayed along with the rhythm, Phantom giving your waist a gentle squeeze as he smiles down at you. He spun you around, causing you to giggle. "I didn't know you could dance."
"I wanted to learn to impress someone I like." He winks at you, both of you letting out bashful laughter.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I need you for band practice." Sodo leans against the doorframe, eyes darting between the two of you. Phantom reluctantly released his hold on you, holding your hand a few moments longer than necessary before joining the other Ghoul.
"I'll see you soon." He promises.
"Bye Phantom." You smile at him, waving to Sodo as they both leave. You finish filing away the hymns, clicking off the radio before heading back to Primo's office. The rest of the day passed in a blur, the feeling of Phantom holding you close clouding your every thought. You had decided to take Mountain's advice of waiting in the greenhouse, wanting to tell your secret admirer that you already had your eye on someone else. So, once you had said goodnight to Primo, you slipped out into the gardens in hope of capturing the mysterious florist in the act. You hid in a relatively secluded corner, tucked away behind some lush bushes where you couldn't be seen. Luckily you didn't have to wait long for them to show up. You heard their soft humming approach where you were. The soft snips of pruning shears as they collected their flowers. Your eyebrows knitted together as you realized that this was a voice you recognized. You peeked out from your hiding place. You smiled softly at the sight before you, stepping out into the open, you cleared your throat.
Phantom's eyes shot up to you, he froze as he realized he had been caught. He looks nervously between you and the flowers he held in his hand. His mouth fell open but no words came out at first. When, finally, through all his nerves he actually takes a moment to look at you. Your whole face lit up with a smile, eyes searching his face as you waited for him to say anything. He couldn't believe how cute you looked as you nervously wrung your hands. He stands, offering a small bouquet of red chrysanthemums. "I'm assuming you've been getting my flowers." He chuckles. You carefully take hold of the bunch, gazing it down in awe before placing them off to the side. Your body moved purely on instinct, arms sliding around Phantom's waist as you pulled him into a hug. He tenses up for a moment before wrapping you tightly in his embrace.
"They've all been beautiful." You mumble against his chest. You slowly separated from each other, his gaze catching yours. He smiles warmly at you, those gorgeous, glowing purple eyes causing you to melt.
He gently takes your chin between his fingers. "I feel… strange whenever I'm around you." He admits, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Strange how?" You ask through a smile, laughing as he tugs you closer.
"Sweaty mostly." He jokes. "You make me nervous in a good way." He continues to ponder out loud. "My heart starts to beat really fast, and all I can think about is reaching out to hold you… what kissing you would be like." You blush at his admission.
"You're more than welcome to find out for yourself." Your voice shook as you spoke, a soft breathy laugh punctuating your statement. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, his eyes tracing over every detail of your face.
"I'm sorry if I'm not any good at this." He chuckles.
"Just follow my lead." You tease, your hands sliding up his chest and into his hair as he closes the distance between the two of you. His lips crashed into yours. A satisfied hum left your lips as you pushed your body into his. He held you tightly, as if he let you go you would disappear before his eyes. The kiss started out slow, you slowly guided him through the motions. You had found out that Phantom was a very quick learner. His pace gradually increased, the kiss growing more passionate by the second as he grew addicted to the feeling of your lips on his. You pulled back with a gasp, both of you panting softly. You didn't even have time to catch your breath before Phantom's lips were back on yours, earning a surprised squeak as he pulled you flush against him one more. He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged.
"That was nice." He chuckles. He places another few short pecks to your lips causing you to laugh softly.
"Does this mean you won't be bringing me flowers anymore?" You laugh.
"Sweetheart, I'll bring you flowers everyday if you want me to." He says with a smile as he pulls you in for another passionate kiss.
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You got a promotion, and a new promotion means a new uniform and your very own Ghoul-in-training! That Ghoul just so happens to be your closest friend, Phantom. However, your new uniform and position does something to Phantom that gets harder and harder to deny.
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i will offer you my firstborn child for a new ghoul focused fic about him being praised about insecurities. i find comfort in my favs having the same issues as me, so the idea of him not really liking his body but being praised for it is just so good to me
I don’t know if this is exactly what you were looking for. But I blacked out and wrote 1k of Aeon/Dew angst/comfort. ♥
No smut (but it's implied). Just Aeon being insecure and Dew having none of it.
Aeon feels….wrong. The galaxy that is his existence shoved into this…the other called it a vessel. He thinks prison is a better word. They keep telling him he'll get used to it. Used to looking in the mirror and seeing…this. Whatever it is.
Dark skin splotched with swirling galaxies. Freckles like stars dotted over the pale spots. The brilliant white stripe of hair that keeps falling over his too dark eyes.
The horns and tail, at least, are familiar. Horns sharp and nearly iridescent. Shimmering black. His tail, dark as the night sky, curls around his forearm. The spade tapping against his ever rapid pulse. He fiddles with the waistband of his pants. Tightens the belt. He's always been small, but he feels his size so much more acutely here. He feels bigger--his personality dictates it. But next to Aether he looks like a kit.
The mechanical lock in the door hums. Clicks. It swings open to reveal Dew, shouldering it open as he stumbles through the small opening. Cheeks flushed, golden hair pulled back into a messy bun. Boots untied.
Dew looks up at Aeon as he closes the door--harder than necessary. Dew leans back against it, a little out of breath. His eyes glued to Aeon's body.
Aeon thinks about asking where he's been--what they all did after the show when they got together and Aeon retreated back to the room claiming an imaginary headache. But he doesn't think he actually wants to know. Doesn't really want to hear about whatever dive bar they found tonight. Or who Dew fucked in a sticky bathroom.
Dew reeks of cigarettes. Stale beer. Aeon crinkles his nose, drags his eyes away from the fire ghoul and back to the mirror. Meeting his own eyes. Still startled by himself. By the way the scars from the pit have translated onto this body.
Dew pushes away from the door and Aeon watches him move. Toe off his boots, shrug off his jacket. Dew has his t-shirt halfway off when he finally talks. Voice muffled by cotton.
"Checking yourself out, huh?"
Aeon winces. He could lie. Say yes. That would be the end of it. But he finds himself shaking his head before he can stop himself.
"I'm not--that doesn't look like me."
Dew tosses his t-shirt across the room when he finally gets it off. He blows hair out of his mouth. Meeting Aeon's eyes in the mirror. He moves closer, stalks is a better word for the way Dew walks. Aeon still isn't used to it. Being the singular focus of Dew's attention is still a little intense. Dew stops right behind him.
Close up the cigarette smell isn't as bad as Aeon thought. He can smell Dew underneath it. Cinnamon, woodsmoke, autumnal in a way that makes Aeon wish for fall. They're almost the same size. Aeon's a little bigger but he doesn't feel that way. He feels minuscule under the weight of Dew's gaze.
Dew catches his eye in the mirror, brow furrowing. "What were you expecting?"
It's a hard question, one Aeon almost chokes on. He doesn't know how to answer it. Taller maybe, broader, like Aether. Like other Quint ghouls even though he's always been little. Smooth, even skin. Lighter eyes. Something else--not this.
He doesn't answer, the words don't come. Dew reaches out. Traces overwarm fingers over one of the lighter patches of Aeon's skin. Thumb dragging over the galaxy of freckles, the endless array of colors.
"I don't know what you see when you look at yourself," Dew says slowly, like he's testing the waters. "But I think it's different than what I see when I look at you."
"Which is what?"
Dew huffs out a laugh, breath tickling Aeon's ear. Dew's hand slips lower, over his chest. "You're so fucking pretty."
Aeon's cheeks heat. He drags his eyes away from Dew's, looks down over the flat plane of his chest. Dews fingers ghosting over his collarbone. Feather light.
"You don't have to lie to me."
Dew goes rigid behind him. His fingers go still on Aeon's chest. The other hand snakes around his waist, presses flat to Aeon's stomach. An iron grip.
"Look at me."
Aeon raises his eyes to Dew's in the mirror.
"No," Dew snaps, "look at me."
He forces himself to turn his head, to look at Dew for real. Flesh and blood only inches from his face.
"Why the fuck do you think I'm lying to you?"
Aeon shrugs. "I…look at me..I'm not--"
"Shut up," Dew says, eye roll iminant. Aeon opens his mouth to protest but Dew keeps talking, cutting him off. Molten eyes fixed on his. Aeon had noticed before--but the center of Dew's eyes hints toward blue. Copper, oxidized. "You're exactly the way you're supposed to be. So fucking pretty I can't stand to look at you sometimes. Makes me insane."
"I--"
"I know how it feels to look in the mirror and not see yourself. But fuck Aeon, I don't know what you were expecting, but you're wrong. This is better than anything you were hoping for."
"Wrong? It's an opinion."
"Yeah. A wrong one. Looking at you is like looking at the sky on a clear night. You're the fucking milky way."
Aeon's words fail him. Protests dying on his tongue. Heart swelling. Something that feels like a sob threatening to break free in his chest. If Dew's lying--he's damn good at it. Aeon sees nothing in that angular face but devotion. It's overwhelming, he could drown in it. Maybe he wants to.
Dew tips his head forward, leans his forehead against Aeon's. Horns bumping. Breath mingling.
"Come to bed," Dew whispers, "I'll show you how much I mean it."
Aeon's body is filled with light. Warmth. Static. He thinks he should nod, should let himself be led away, worshipped the way Dew's eyes are promising. He reaches up instead, drags his fingers over the sharp line of Dew's cheekbone. Dew leans into his touch, eyes fluttering closed.
"You want me," Aeon whispers, an impossibility. Dew nods, nuzzling against his hand.
"Yeah, dumbass, I do."
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Everyone seems to really be going through it this weekend. Here is an offering of fluff 💙 purely self-indulgent sappy love-struck Phantom crushing and pining over Rain because my brain is in chaos and needs some softness 🙃
Cw: fantasizing, hand jobs
Elixir of Life
The woods outside the abbey have always been a special place for Phantom.
When he was new from the Pit, before finding his place in the dynamic of the pack, he would take frequent walks in the woods. He would just wander, marveling at the light filtering through the trees and giving the forest floor an ethereal glow. They didn't have light like this in the Pit, and he'd find himself in awe of all of the simple, natural wonders of the surface world.
What amazed him the most was how there was water everywhere. There was so little water in the Infernal ring he had come from. What little there was to be found was putrid, acidic, and stank of sulfur and brimstone. Although dank and toxic, it was still a precious commodity. Ghouls fought tooth and nail with each other for a handful to drink. He would run his fingertips over the scars etched in his face, through his milky eye that no longer had sight, and shudder at the memories of his siblings growling and maiming for the right to a few drops to quench their thirst.
The water here though, it was safe and cool, it was healing. The water here brought life, and that life was something he could hear, smell and taste all around him as he stepped through the trees on this particular day.
There was no path leading to where he wanted to go. At this point he had come to this place so many times that it was imprinted in his heart.
Phantom moved silently through the trees, having left his shoes at the edge of the wood. He padded over the moss on the ground and ducked under fallen trunks and branches until he came to a clearing.
This was his safe place, a haven for him to go and clear his mind; to escape, not that he didn't love his pack fiercely, but to have a moment away from the mentally exhausting process of learning all the things and customs that came with being on the surface.
This clearing, with its aspen trees, it's small meadow of wildflowers, it's clear, pure stream-fed pool, was a place for him to breathe, and reflect, and read his books.
Here, he would also find Rain.
Phantom had been fascinated by Rain the moment he had stepped out of the summoning circle and set eyes on the water ghoul. Water ghouls were basically non-existant in his circle of Hell. The fact that Rain had elemental power over water, could just summon it and influence it at will, was something Phantom marveled at and still struggled to wrap his mind around.
Rain, with his creamy skin, long graceful limbs, dark soft curls, and eyes so strikingly blue it made Phantom's heart ache to look into them.
The young quint had longed to...just touch Rain, to twine their tails together and run his claws through Rain's hair. To run his thumbs over his soft, perfect skin. While Rain was perfectly friendly and had welcomed him with open arms into the pack, Phantom had simply been too shy and nervous to do anything about it.
So here he sat, knees drawn up to his chest in the soft moss and foliage as he hid behind his book in the shade of a golden aspen. Across the clearing, Rain lounged in the pool, floating on the surface of the water as he watched the clouds track slowly across the sky.
Every so often Phantom would peek over the pages of his novel and watch the water ghoul in his element. Occasionally Rain would raise his head to look over to the young quintessence ghoul watching him and smile to himself as Phantom would notice him looking back and hide back behind his book, pointed ears reddening and scent tinging with shyness and embarrassment.
Phantom yearned to just sit and watch Rain twist and glide through the water like the most graceful, perfect creature of the sea. He longed to run his hands along the colorful, delicate beta fins that came with Rain's unglamored form. He wondered what would happen if he could lightly caress Rain's gills with his fingertips. What Rain's perfect, full lips would look like whispering his name. He let his mind wander as he tried to get his heart rate down from getting caught looking.
In his mind, Phantom could be brave. He could put his book down and cross the clearing to the pool. He could reach down into the pool and cup Rain's beautiful face in his hands before softly pressing their lips together, sighing as he felt Rain's plush mouth give and open for him.
In his mind, he could be brave enough to slip into the pool with Rain and draw the water ghoul into him to straddle his lap while caressing the muscled planes of Rain's back and shoulders. He could run his nose along Rain's throat, leaving soft kisses and licks in his wake as he basked in the scent of water lillies and fresh morning dew. He could feel his quintessence dancing across the water ghoul's skin as he reached out with his magic to elevate what they were both feeling.
Phantom could work up the courage to gently grip Rain's hips and slowly start grinding up into the water ghoul. He could practically hear Rain's soft sighs and whimpers as they pressed close together; hands roaming, touching, caressing. He could feel Rain's hands tracing patterns on his chest before coming up to entangle themselves in Phantom's hair. Maybe Rain would start rutting against his stomach, with kisses becoming more insistent, more filthy as Rain pushed his tongue past Phantom's teeth to caress the quint ghoul's tongue with his, claiming Phantoms mouth and lips like they're Rain's to own.
Maybe Phantom could then draw Rain back in his lap just enough to free his cock from his shorts before pulling him back in to grind their cocks together. He could cup Rain's ass in his hands, kneading the firm muscle as he moved Rain's body against his to find the perfect rhythm and pressure that left them both gasping and moaning into each other's mouths.
In his mind they were sharing breath, riding a high off of each others' scents and arousal as they drove each other closer to coming undone in each others' arms. Hands moving to tweak nipples, tug on hair, rest on throats, caress gills, to take both cocks in hand and jack them off together as they rutted against each other.
Phantom could imagine what it would feel like to see Rain's eyes roll back into his head and whisper Phantom's name against his lips before crying out and cumming between them. Phantom would follow shortly with his own release, his head dropping to Rain's shoulder to bite as he moaned out his ecstasy against the water ghoul's dewey, perfect skin.
In his mind they would rest against each other in the water, exchanging soft words, gentle kisses and touches as they drank in each other's presence in this moment. A second lasting an hour as the two willed to stay suspended in this moment for eternity.
***
Phantom came back into the present and jolted to awareness as he noticed Rain standing over him, a curious and slightly concerned expression on his face. Rain crouched down and cupped Phantom's cheek in his hand.
"Hey Stardust...you back? Where did you float off to?"
Phantom blushed all the way to the tips of his ears as he moved his book to cover the now very obvious boner in his lap.
"Sorry, sorry..it's nothing. I'm fine,"
Rain sat back on his haunches and looked at Phantom for a moment before shrugging and offering his hand.
"Alright, well c'mon then. We should be getting back,"
Phantom took Rain's hand and stood, trying to discreetly adjust his shorts to make the lump in his pants a little less obvious.
They left the clearing and made their way back to the abbey. Phantom trailed slightly behind to watch Rain as he stepped through the trees with the grace and poise of the most elegant deer.
"Yeah," he thought to himself, "maybe one day I'll brave enough."
Water was a special thing indeed.
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Whispers of Rain
Chapter 11: Up like the moon and out like the hounds
Commissioned art by @kamonart
Thank you to @papaslittlesunshine for betaing and @midnight-moth for listening to my depraved raindrop thoughts, as always!
Story can be read below the cut or on Ao3
If you like it, I'd love a reblog or likes. Always appreciated!
Dew quickly vacated Eidolon’s lap, his lips still wet with their kiss and stood on shaky legs to turn around. He felt Eidolon reach out to steady him as he too stood, placing his hand on the small of his back. Dew relished the feeling of his calm nature as he looked at Rain.
Rain.
Rain with his little smile on his face, his eyebrows pinched together, tears in his eyes.
Rain.
Rain was trying to ignore the fact that Dew was just on someone else’s lap, kissing someone else. His heart broke at the sight of them. It was his job to reach out and steady Dew, his job to bring him comfort. He swallowed those feelings down as he took a step towards Dew. His hands reaching out in front of him asking, needing to feel him close.
Dew could feel the tremor run through Eidolon’s hand on his back, the small growl in his throat at seeing Rain approaching. He reached behind him and grabbed his hand in a small squeeze, before letting go and putting his feet in motion to bring him closer to Rain.
When they met in the middle of the room, they didn’t immediately touch, instead taking a moment to look at the other as tears streamed down their faces. Dew reached out first, putting his arms around Rain, bringing him flush to his body. Rain’s arms quickly went around his back with the intention of never letting him go again. Rain’s body was racked with sobs as held onto Dewdrop, his tears wet on Dew’s shoulders.
“I am so sorry,” Rain whispered quietly into his ear, a statement just for the two of them.
When Dew choked out and asked why, he continued, “I tried to be here sooner, I tried so hard, but they wouldn't let me, I thought about you everyday, everyday.”
Dew pulled back and looked into Rain’s eyes, the torture these months had wroth, evident on his face. He wondered what Rain had faced topside.
“I missed you so much, Otter.”
They collapsed against each other again, just breathing in the other's scent, listening to their heartbeats sync together once more.
Eidolon watched Rain and Dew, trying to not let his face show the disappointment of being interrupted and be happy for Dew, he knew how much he missed Rain. He could see why he loved him, not just his looks, he was beautiful like Dewdrop, but also he could see how much Rain loved Dew. His emotions were written all over his face. He wondered how they hid their feelings from Ifrit, anyone with eyes could see they were meant for eachother. Eidolon quietly grieved what he knew he wouldn’t have with Dew.
So invested in his thoughts on Rain and Dew he missed when the other ghoul made his way to his side, and was looking him up and down. He turned to address him, introducing himself, when the other ghoul quickly pulled him into a giant bear hug, crushing him to his chest.
“He-Hello?” He tried to squeak out between breaths he was able to take.
“Phantom, he told me he let you go back to our village, why are you still here?” Aether pulled away from the hug, grabbing Eidolon’s face in his hands, turning it every which way, looking for what? He didn’t know.
“You may have me confused with someone else.”
“Phantom, stop joking around.”
Eidolon pushed himself back from the ghoul, his hands on his chest, pushing him away from his body. “I don’t know who Phantom is, my name is Eidolon.”
Aether tried to grab his arm again to pull him closer to his body, but Eidolon was having none of that. He quickly moved to the other side of the tent, his fleeing body grabbing Dew’s attention as he moved.
“Eidolon?” Dew inquired as he moved out of Rain’s arms, but not letting his hand go, their fingers intertwined, smiling to himself when he felt the ring he gave Rain still on his fingers.
Aether moved to approach Eidolon once again, but was quickly shut off in his pursuit by Dew, who placed his hand not attached to Rain up to ward him off, before he moved to stand closer to Eidolon, dragging Rain along with him.
“What’s wrong?”
“He keeps calling me Phantom, I don’t know who he is, Dew.”
Dew quickly turned his head to look at Aether, and mouthed, Phantom, while Aether quickly nodded his head.
“How?” Dew knew Aether had a brother, knew his name was Phantom, but nothing beyond that. The way Aether talked about him he was a lot younger, Dew thought he was still a kit from how he was described.
“I haven’t seen him in so long, but it is him for sure. The fact that Ifrit is calling him Eidolon makes sense too, that is his given name, Phantom was just a nickname I called him.”
“Why don’t I remember you?” Eidolon asked from behind Dewdrop.
“I don’t know, love, but I promise you are him, you are my baby brother.”
Brother? Was this person the embodiment of the family he couldn’t remember? He looked nothing like himself, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.
Dew saw that Eidolon was reeling from this information, he wanted to reach out and hold him close to tell him it would all be ok. Shower him in the same comfort he always provided for Dewdrop, but the grasp on his hand pulled him back from those feelings before he acted on them. He was torn between not wanting to hurt either of the ghouls next to him. He cared, loved them both. How did this get so messed up?
Rain spoke up from his side pressed up against Dew, “Maybe we should all introduce ourselves?”
“Yes! Eidolon, this is Rain,” motioning to his side, “And this is Aether, Aether, Rain, this is Eidolon.”
Rain offered his hand not attached to Dew to Eidolon, “Eidolon, nice to meet you.”
Eidolon took the offered hand, looking up into Rain’s eyes, the kind smile he offered, Eidolon couldn’t stop himself from smiling back at him. He could feel the warmth in Rain’s hand spread up his arm, taking the chill of the last few moments away. He wondered if it would be weird if he held his hand for awhile. Probably.
He silently turned from Rain to look back at Aether. So this was Aether, the one he was drawn to the story of with his quintessence, was it because he was family, was it because he had the same magic. Like he stated they looked nothing alike, Aether was taller, with a stocky build, his broad shoulders, leading to muscled arms and strong hands that were now gripping his. His hand encompassed Eidolon’s, it was so large, his hand disappeared inside of his much larger one. When he looked at his face, he could see he had similar eyes, if not Aether’s a little darker purple. His hair was lighter, almost more of a brown, as opposed to his own dark tresses. He had a small pensive smile on his lips, and Eidolon knew he just wanted to pull him back into his arms again. He offered a nod of his head and a smile back, which had to be enough for right now.
“How did you even get here?” Dew asked quietly, trying not to add more tension to this already tense moment.
“It is a very long story, which we probably should hold off on for right now and get you two out of here.”
Now that they had their initial meeting they all could recognize the dangerous situation they were in. Rain wouldn’t be able to stop the pounding “thump, thump” of his heart again until he had Dew away from Ifrit, he could see the toll these months had on him. Dew was terrified now that Rain was back in his arms, that Ifrit would finish the job he started and as much as he cherished having Rain there with him again, he wouldn’t be the one to cause his death. If Ifrit touched him, he’d have to go through Dew and they would depart this land together, when he looked at Eidolon, he had the same urge to protect him as well. This was going to get messy if he didn’t figure this out soon.
Aether handed them both cloaks to pull over their clothes, they were in a stark white to show they were part of the attendant staff. He had failed to see the ones that both Rain and Aether had on and pulled back off of their heads. They all quickly donned their cloaks and covered their heads, keeping their heads down, ready to move before Rain whispered to him.
“I am not letting you go again, stay close to me.”
Dew could hear the tremble in his words, he reached out one last time before they stepped out of the tent to grab his hand before pulling it up to his mouth and placing a kiss on his palm. He could hear Rain’s small sigh of happiness before he quieted it back down and left the tent first, Dew right on his heels with Eidolon right behind him and Aether bringing up the rear, surrounding the weaker two from months (or in Eidolon’s case, years) of torture.
As they made their way swiftly between the tents, Dew could hear the moaning from within, the cracks of whips as they sliced through the air, the grunts of pain that followed the snap as it hit flesh, over and over again. He had to remind himself that Rain was in front of him and that he had to stay strong and focused, not get distracted by the inflections of pain going on around him. He knew there were probably so many people in the same situation he was in, but his only job today was to make sure Rain and Eidolon made it out of this compound. Aether could handle himself, he was sure and Dew, himself, didn’t matter, they could kill him to make sure the other two got free. They would always sacrifice themselves for the other, if they could stop trying to not inflect unhappiness on the other, maybe they could then be truly happy and free.
For the most part everyone ignored the four figures moving silently through the grounds, as they got closer to the exit, security picked up a little though and they had to carefully plan their moves. The first checkpoint to exit had Rain offering papers to the guard, mumbling quietly that they were tasked with getting more wine from the local warehouse. Dew waited with baited breath as the guard checked the paperwork and looked them over before waving them through the gate. Dew let out his breath in a huge rush, as Rain chanced a quick look back at him from the front making sure he was ok. He just nodded and they continued.
The next two gates went much the same, they had one more gate to get through and get to the vehicle Rain and Aether had secreted away nearby. This gate would be the hardest. Rain and Aether were prepared for it, they knew from friends that the guards were all tasked with making sure both Dewdrop and Eidolon stayed on the grounds since they were out of Ifrit’s sight for most of the day. Anyone who was found to have let them past, would be dealt with. Swiftly and deadly, so it behooved them to do their job well, paying attention to the smallest detail.
When they approached the last guard, Rain again handed him the papers. The guard asking more indpeth questions than the prior three before asking Rain to remove his hood, which he did without hesitation. When he moved down the line to ask Dew to remove his hood and ask him some question, Rain quickly spoke up and said both him and the next person were mute and unable to answer, but he nodded at Dew and Eidolon to remove their hoods. Hesitantly Dew pulled his back, ready for the alarm to sound, but all the guard did was take a quick look before telling them they could pull their hoods back up. When he got to Aether, he saw he handed him back the papers and took a small envelope back from him at the exchange. He waved them through the gate, making eye contact with Rain and Aether once more before turning back to his task and nodding for the next group to approach.
As they moved through the fields in a light jog, rushing to get to the car, Rain took Dew’s hand in his pulling him along, telling him it wasn’t much further. When he stumbled, he put his arm around Dew’s waist to help him along. The further they ran, the more Dew could feel his energy depleting, it had been so long since he was able to move like this, it was to be expected. The third time he stumbled, Rain looked back at Aether, who came forward quickly, crouching in front of the duo and telling Dew to climb on. Dew looked at him increndulously, he was not going to let him carry him. When Aether asked if he would rather they get caught, then accept help, he shut his mouth and climbed on. Rain fell in step behind them, making sure Eidolon was ok as they continued their trek.
In about another mile they made it to the car, Aether letting Dew down and putting him in the back seat, Rain quickly took the seat beside him after helping Eidolon in the passenger seat as Aether took the wheel. The silence in the car was thick as the car was put in motion. After many minutes of tense quiet Dew could visibly see Rain and Aether calm down and relax. They must have been far enough away from immediate danger.
“Where are we going?” Dew asked from the backseat.
“Somewhere safe until we can secure passage back to the surface.”
Somewhere safe turned out to be a few hours away at a friends house, someone Rain knew from his village. Somewhere Ifrit wouldn’t think to look. The friend had many acres of land around a large lake, thick forrest surrounding them. Dew learned the friend wasn’t there and wasn’t expected back for a few days, giving them the privacy to regroup and reconnect. When Rain asked him where he wanted to sleep, Dew knew Rain was asking if he wanted him in the same room to sleep in. Eidolon was a room down, with Aether across the hall, Dew told Rain the first room was fine for them.
He could feel the bone deep tiredness that was rapidly making his way across his body, he knew that him and Rain had to talk, but they both knew that tonight was not the time for a conversation. Rain watched Dew as he pulled back the covers on his side of the bed before getting in. Dew had gone to the bathroom connected to the room to change out of his other clothes into an offered sleep pants and t-shirt. Opting not to let Rain see the bruises and bites on his body, he didn’t miss Rain’s eyes tracking him across the room. Rain followed his lead, changing in the bathroom before crawling under the covers next to Dew’s warm body, he didn’t know if he should reach out and hold him, if Dew would want that or not. He laid facing Dew watching his chest rise and fall, rather than looking at him in the face.
Timidly, he whispered out, “Can I hold you?”
He saw the flash of pain pass across Dew’s eyes before he nodded. Rain put his arm out along the pillow, showing Dew it was up to him what he allowed. Dew rolled over, his back facing Rain as he pushed his body into his side. Rain could feel his rapid heartbeat through his back, he ran his hand along his hair. He watched as Dew’s breathing got shallower and shallower, his heartbeat never slowing down though. Rain couldn’t sleep at first, he had the constant thought of, how much did Ifrit hurt him? How much did he break him? Will he ever be the same? Rain cried silent tears for what he knew him and Dew had already lost.
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I know it’s a bit early but I really hope we get some fan fiction of phantom celebrating Halloween for the first time
Thank you anon! I took this and kinda combined it with @p1nkcanoe's post here because i adore the idea of the abbey descending into chaos for two months a year. Also big credit to @marsohthree for her Phantom Halloween thoughts!
Here's 1.8k words of Phantom's first Halloween! This is somewhat based on unmasked Phantom but that's just because i never celebrated Halloween as a kid so he's all i have to go off asfhajghaldgh. Stick around to the end for a cute photo of Barbie and Ken! (also this is my first non-smut story and i'm a bit rusty, sorry!)
Phantom was practically vibrating with excitement, yes it was only September 1st but he’d heard today was the start of something called ‘Spooky Season’. Some people (Swiss) called it ‘Spoopy Season’ but that was silly because spoopy isn’t a proper word and it doesn’t even mean scary!
The clock struck midnight, signalling the end of Summer and the start of two months of ghoul-induced chaos, Phantom was loving it. By the time the sun rose on the first of September, the walls of the Abbey were already covered in spray-on cobwebs and the glass panes in the doors stained with a bone-chilling red. Phantom had been the one to source the blood, having recently learned how to hunt with Cumulus; he absolutely was not a natural and the blood covering the walls had sprayed from the new ghoul after he mistook his tail for a rabbit.
All the ghouls from different disciplines of the clergy, including the band ghouls, collaborated on turning the Abbey into a hellfest, literally. They tried to recreate the atmosphere of the pit, only in the ghoul’s quarters of course, they’re not monsters. The mixed quarters, common areas between humans and ghouls, were turned into more of a haunted house with your typical Halloween attractions and scares.
Phantom couldn’t contain his goofy smile as he helped set up the mixed quarters, placing plastic spiders that he animated using his quintessence to occasionally scurry across the fake webs. He was dressed in a slutty devil costume, Rain dressed in the accompanying angel costume. Phantom’s red skirt barely covered his ass and his black mesh top matched his patchy painted nails. Rain was sporting a white miniskirt with thigh highs to match and a halo headband. Of course none of the ghouls needed to dress up, they could simply unglamour themselves, but it was more fun to do it this way.
The first ritual of the day was to carve the ministry’s pumpkins. After the hunting mishap, the pack decided Phantom was not to be trusted with a knife and was instead relegated to design and project management. He chose a bat design, of course, and carefully stood on his tiptoes watching over Aether’s shoulder as he carved out the flying creatures. Once the new ghoul was satisfied with his elder’s work he picked it up like a baby and would not let go, showing it proudly to everyone he met.
It got so bad he almost took it into the shower before Dew whisked it away, “Nuh uh lil guy, I am not cleaning pumpkin seeds out the drain. You can have it back after.” Dew proceeded to accidentally drop the pumpkin as he was walking back to Phantom’s room, startled by the motion-activated skeleton in the hallway. So instead of a pumpkin, the quintessence ghoul was met with a ‘forgive me?’ pair of bat plushies, it was love at first sight. They’re named Barbie and Ken and, yes, they're dressed in pink cowboy costumes.
Time passed as Phantom eagerly awaited The Day. In the meantime he’d often be found wrapped up in toilet roll, launching himself out of the shadows at passers by, trying to scare human members of the clergy and failing miserably, “Why aren’t they scared by my costume, Mounty?” he’d pout. “Well, you do it every morning so I think they know to expect you by now.” Mountain replies. This only inspires the mischievous ghoul to up his scare game, his dream career being a scarer at a haunted house after the pack took him to Halloween Horror Nights.
The next day Aether and Omega had their work cut out at the infirmary as three clergymen were admitted for various fright-related conditions. Phantom bat-hung from the ceiling, the corpse of a freshly-hunted rabbit in his bloodied mouth, canines poking out as he smiled at the passing humans.
Phantom was forbidden from wearing anything other than normal clothes or slutty costumes from that point onwards.
In the days leading up to Halloween, the pack were sent on a trip to gather themed food for the ministry, Frankenstein crisps, ghost marshmallows, and of course sweets for trick-or-treaters. They thought it would be funny to let Phantom loose in the supermarket with just a list, the poor ghoul only just having learned how to read. “What’s this say?” Phantom asked excitedly, gasping for air as he ran back outside to where his pack was waiting, “Gummy worms, darling, you know the ones?” Cumulus replied the first time. Phantom nodded his head, skipping back into the store, only to jog back out minutes later.
“What ‘bout this one, Aeth?” He questioned, pointing hurriedly at the list. “Can’t see when you’re waving your hand around like that, Bug!” The older ghoul chuckled, moving Phantom’s hand away, “Ah, this is a tricky one. It says choco-late eye-balls.” Aether answers slowly as his hand traces the syllables on the paper. “If you can’t read anything else, just buy something spoopy!” Swiss shouts as Phantom shoots him a death stare from the store entrance.
It took five times as long as it would have taken if the pack joined Phantom, but the little guy enjoyed it too much for them to intervene. The ministry was now fully stocked, ready for the end of October.
Phantom awoke at 3am, the witching hour. His quintessence was tingling with the spirits of those below, rising for their day to shine. Today was the day. He restlessly walked to the kitchen, ready to eat despite the hour, to be met with a very tired Mountain. “Bug, what are you doing up? I thought we taught you how to read clocks?” he asked, still awake from the previous day. “Is Halloween Mounty! I couldn’t sleep any longer, too excited!”
Mountain sighed, clearly Swiss hasn’t been teaching Phantom how to tell the date as well as the time, “Tommy, it’s only the 29th of October, Halloween isn’t for another two days.” He frowned, upset for the eager ghoul. Phantom’s eyes began to water, tears instantly falling at the realisation, embarrassed and dismayed.
“Oh it’s alright, Bug, we can celebrate today if you’d like? Think of it as a practice!” Mountain replied frantically trying to abate the weeping ghoul. He pulled out his phone and texted the groupchat:
Mountain (3:06am): Ok ghouls change of plans… we’re celebrating Halloween today. Be ready :)
Dew (3:07am): huh? halpoween isnt todsy tho
Cumulus (3:07am): Yeah, what? What have you been meddling with Big Boy?
Mountain (3:10am): Phantom thought it was Halloween today and now he’s crying because it isn’t. I can’t bear to look at him like that so I told him we’re doing it today ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Mountain (3:10am): Not my fault btw! Someone (@Swisstopher) didn’t teach new bug how to read the date
Swiss (3:18am): …
Come sunrise, the pack was ready for the rootin-ist tootin-ist Halloween this side of October 31st. Mountain and Aether were dressed up as cowboys, basically an Arthur Morgan cosplay. Aurora wore Phantom’s devil costume with Rain still sporting the angel side. Dew and Cirrus were both zombies, full makeup (and a bit of unglamouring) making them look truly horrifying. Cumulus is wearing a sexy police outfit, because fuck the cops, right? And Swiss is shirtless, wearing a toilet seat cover with ‘Dracula’ written on it in sharpie, “I’m sexy dracula, OK?!”
Phantom was sitting on the edge of his bed, kicking his legs in excitement, ready to start the day. He was adorning a bat costume he made all by himself. It was a black cloth with eye holes cut out and some metal wire to make wings, Aether helped with that part.
They spent the day watching low-budget horror films and eating the Halloween goodies that they’d been saving for trick-or-treaters. Phantom was snuggled on the sofa right in the middle of the large ghoul cuddle pile, chirping happily as he realised how loved he was, his pack did this for him. They sat all day in their uncomfortable costumes just to give him the best not-Halloween ever, and it wasn’t even sundown yet.
Phantom sat by the front door, his tongue poked out as he tied his shoes, ready to go out. The whole pack was coming with him on his first candy hunt, except Dew, he’d gone on a smoke break and was taking so long they left without him.
Dew was, in fact, not on a smoke break. He was carefully knocking on the door of each house the pack was going to visit, “Hi! Yeah I know it’s not Halloween but my friend thinks it is, so could you just play along, please?” he asked, far too many times on behalf of what looked like a fully grown adult. Most of the houses complied, and the few that didn’t, well, Dew gave them a 20 and they quickly got on board. Nothing was going to ruin his Phantom’s night!
And so, one-by-one the occupants of the nearest village were met with a bedraggled Phantom in his homemade bat costume. “Trick or treat?” He’d shout, arms outstretched, holding a comically large bucket for the size of the ghoul offering it.
“Oh sweet thing, happy Halloween! I love your costume, did you make it yourself?” One old lady asked. Phantom nodded as he blushed and twirled to show off the wings. “Very impressive, young man. I think you deserve some chocolate for that, don’t you?” She smiled as she almost emptied a whole tub into Phantom’s bucket, his arms buckling at the weight.
The moon was illuminating the night sky, and the night was winding down. The young ghoul had long abandoned his candy bucket, simply too heavy for him to hold. They walked back to the abbey, Cumulus carrying the night’s haul while Swiss gave Phantom a piggyback, the quintessence ghoul’s legs sore from all the walking.
When they opened the front door, they were met with Copia in bat wings matching Phantom’s. He’d missed the day due to clergy commitments but wanted to show his support for his favourite ghoul. Copia guided them all to the common room where he’d decorated it as grotesquely as he could; bones everywhere, blood dripping from the ceiling, and various speakers playing spooky sounds.
Phantom plopped himself in the middle of the room, taking in the view and soundscape surrounding him as he ate the treats Cirrus left out for tonight, the rest stored safely away from the young ghoul. He couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to be in such a supportive pack. Oh boy was he ready for actual Halloween.
and they were roommates
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Happy B @p1nkcanoe !! I threw together a list of my favorite p1nk fics in honor of the official ghoul den housewife’s birthday! Below you'll find a mix of polyghouls, papas, and plenty of Swiss—a little something for everyone. Not only is she a fantastic writer, but she also consistently shares amazing gifs, clips, and some truly iconic shitghosting. We are beyond lucky to have her here ♡
Wouldn’t it be a looovely present if you read a few of these and left some sweet comments?
recs under the cut.
swiss shaves copia's face for him - copia x swiss (gen)
copiasjuicebox asked: thoughts you say? Sometimes Swiss likes to sit on Copia’s lap and shave his face for him as delicately as possible
it's not uncommon for the multi-ghoul to sneak into the papal wing just as the sun has begun to descend over the lake, enter his papa's bedroom, and find him in the bathroom scrubbing at the blur of black and white and gray paint on his weathered features. copia used to wave him away. he used to shrug off swiss' kind hands, refusing to accept the little bit of help in fear of being seen as the old man he feels like on the outside. now, when swiss slips into the bathroom and closes the door softly behind him, copia moves wordlessly to the upholstered chair in the corner of the massive room and sits, waits for the ghoul to take over.
the fiction of speed - aurora x mountain
every year mountain raises a different species of butterfly to liven up his greenhouse. this year, he decides to raise ulysses swallowtails, vibrant blue and black butterflies, and becomes perplexed when one of his pupae fails to emerge with the rest of the flutter. as it turns out, it wasn't just any ordinary butterfly, but a friend.
Aurora becomes a friend. He looks for it in the tangle of leaves, stems, and vines every morning and offers out his hand for her to perch upon. It’ll fan out its wings for him, show off its colors, and he appreciates its beauty, its fragility, and its trust in him.
A beast and a butterfly; an unlikely pair.
good JFK - phantom x swiss
jimothybarnes on tumblr asked: Swiss gives someone of your choice good jfk (maybe on the tour bus? in front of everyone? after a show?)
Swiss will not keep his hands to himself. He’s got something on his mind for sure. He’d stared at Phantom throughout the entirely of the night’s ritual from his platform, had glued his hands to Phantom’s waist and the small of his back during bows, and had practically dragged the ghoul to the dressing room afterwards to smother him with his lips and grope at sweaty skin until the door opened and the rest of their pack had filed in. And now, sitting on the bus, he still won’t stop staring at him like he wants to eat him alive.
once twice melody - dewdrop x rain
A kiss is placed right under his ear and Rain presses his cheek into Dew's hair. Dew smiles at the slight vibrations against his back; Rain is purring. The odd feeling twisting in his gut returns and he allows himself to bask in it before craning his neck to catch the other's lips in a chaste kiss. "Rain, have you ever floated?"
Dark brows knit together. His lips ghost over the fire ghoul's nose and lips as he speaks. "You mean like floating at the surface of the water?"
"No, I mean like floating. It's an old manipulation trick. Makes you feel like you're flying, sort of."
Rain shakes his head in small, minuscule movements as to not break the contact between them. "Then no. I've never floated. Can you show me?"
Dew nods.
dreamy bruises - secondo x mountain
secondo calls upon his most massive ghoul for a favor: give him everything he's got and more.
Secondo’s room is warm both in atmosphere and in temperature, lit by the grand stone hearth that crackles and burns bright, and Mountain is already covered in a thin layer of sweat. He’s nervous, has been since the tiny sibling knocked on the door to the den and requested that Mountain meet his Papa in his bedroom. “ ASAP ,” she’d said before turning on her heels and escaping back into the abbey. He’d thought he’d been in trouble, perhaps finally getting punishment for the marble bust he’d accidentally walked into months ago. What he didn’t expect was to find his Papa strewn out on his bed clad only in an evergreen colored robe and a glass of red wine in his hand, beckoning him inside and asking him to lock the door behind him. “I have a special request…” he’d said in that gorgeous, husky voice. Everything after that had been a blur.
hold your camera high and click (series) - swiss x everyone
swiss has a polaroid camera and he loves to photograph his packmates.
There’s a wooden box in Swiss’ nightstand where he keeps his filthy photograph collection. Next to it is an empty space where he keeps the Polaroid camera, but an hour ago it was moved to his desk where it sits now, hooked up to an outlet so it can charge. The light on the side blinks orange–raised from the dead. It’s been a while since he’s broken the thing out. A thin film of dust had gathered over the top since he photographed Sunny only a year ago and the multi-ghoul had been more than excited to brush it off.
the moon doesn't mind - copia x cumulus (x phantom)
phantom can't sleep. a glance out his window exposes a night of intimate fun between his papa and cumulus that can't be ignored.
He stands there for a while, watching and taking in the beauty of the dead of night, and he’s about to retreat back to the warmth of his bed when a shuffle of movement catches his eye from the papal wing. It’s difficult to tell exactly what it is he’s seeing through his Papa’s bedroom window. He glances back at his clock, 2:31 am, a peculiar hour for his papa to be awake. A quick glance further down the wing confirms that his office is dark. Strange. What in the world is Copia up to so late?
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