#I’ll miss the ghoul but I do like this

[narglesnthings]

“Do you love the color or the sky?”

#Is the gold because we’re winning

#tumblr is really rapid firing new app icons #tumblr icon #icon #tumblr logo #logo #app icon #app #tumblr app icon #tumblr app logo #app logo #tumblr #I’ll miss the ghoul but I do like this #especially since it looks like it’s a classy reference to a fundamental piece of Tumblr culture #hellsite (affectionate)

[bisexualiteaa]

Mornings Like These

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader

CW: slightly NSFW, established relationship, mentions of sex, sexual daydream, OOC Cooper, Cooper in a frilly apron cooking, cursing, slight deviance from the canon, more domestic Cooper because 🥹❤️

AN: Had the most wonderful request to do something a little different than what I’m used to! I know it’s out of character for our cowboy ghoul but I just loved the concept. This is a continuation of my last work, so it is set in the same Fallout TV series and Fallout 4 tense. Breakfast is served my lovely Cooper simps, hope I did your ask justice @morrrrow !! Hope y’all enjoy!

“God damn this fuckin’ thing” spoke the ever recognizable southern twang of Cooper from the kitchen. You woke up to hearing a few pots and pans clank together as he removed them from the cabinet, and his not so quiet curses in frustration that he was a man who failed at being quiet. Outside of bounty hunting of course. You were still in bed, having just barely woken up as the sun poured in through the windows, making you rub the sleep from your eyes. You padded into the kitchen to see what all the noise was about, seeing him trying to work the stove that you both bought off of someone that was supposed to be repaired and in working order. “What a fuckin’ rip off” he said angrily as he threw the towel down on the floor that was resting on his shoulder, then leaned over the sink to breathe, doing his best to try to control his anger before he started breaking things. “Stove givin’ ya trouble, hun?” You asked, your voice carrying a sleepy rasp to it as a small playful smile stretched to your lips, making him look over at you. In that moment, it was as if all the anger inside of him had just melted away upon seeing you, clad in just a tank top and underwear, hair slightly messy from sleep. You were truly a sight to behold at all hours of the day in his eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry darlin’. I wanted t’ surprise you with breakfast but this damn thing won’t work. Shoulda known it was a fat load a shit when he said it was workin’” he replied, defeat and agitation still evident in his tone, making you walk closer to him and grab his hand. “Hey, it’s okay, Coop. I think it’s mighty sweet you wanted t’ do that. Can I take a look? Maybe a fresh set’a eyes can help?” You asked, watching as his shoulders dropped a little bit as the tension left him at your touch, a small smile reaching his thin, marred lips as he looked down at his girl. “Go ‘head” he replied, starting to follow you and what you were trying to do but you stopped him before he could do anything. “*You* have a seat and relax, I’ll take a look, ‘kay?” you said, your hands resting on his shoulders to make sure he listened to you, knowing well and good his stubbornness was his biggest attribute. He gave a grunt before giving in, recognizing that you just wanted him to relax after being all worked up. “I’ll take care of it, promise. I’m a big girl, but if I need anythin’ I’ll holler for ya” you said, smiling up at him sweetly once more as you rubbed his shoulders a little before kissing him softly. His hands rested on your hips for a moment as you kissed, and in that moment, everything felt at peace in the world. As you parted from the kiss, you turned and moved out of his way before coming to take a look at the new appliance. Well, maybe not *new* but new for post war standards. You took a look at the wiring, noticing that it looked pretty good for a shit box that survived a nuclear bomb or two. No rust, no corrosion, hell even the paint didn’t look half bad. Cooper knew he had to get it for you the moment your pretty eyes lit up with excitement upon seeing it, going on about how much you missed making homemade pies, casseroles, and bread. He knew you were one hell of a cook with the passion you put into making some iguana, or even your famous stew he’d grown to love that was made from just about anything you could get your hands on. He swore you put some kind of drugs in your food with the way he craved it all the time, he’d joke that you could put cyanide in it and still manage to make it taste delicious. And that was just over a fire, he could only imagine the creations you’d put out if given the right materials. Seeing you working a stove, in a house that was starting to get pretty settled into, would be one step closer to the dream of having a domestic life with you when the rest of the world had gone to shit. He wanted to see you happy, because when you were happy, everything was alright in the world in his book.

You opened the door to the stove, bent over and examining the inside for any reason as to why it wasn’t working. The broiler seemed good, all the coils were there, nothing was rusted or corroded so you weren’t quite sure what the issue was. Cooper however, was in a whole other world looking at you. Had he been the man he was before meeting you, he’d have had half the mind to fuck you right then and there while your body was half way in the oven. He gave a groan at his own daydream, watching you with your ass in the air, clad in just the panties you were wearing, making him shift in the small, dining room chair he was sitting on as his pants began to grown uncomfortably tight. You always had a way of getting to him, whether you meant to or not, that man stayed feral for you all hours of the day. He wondered if your moans would be muffled or amplified with your head stuck in the oven, how you’d squeeze him tight with the slight sensory depravation. What he really wanted was the memory to play in your mind each time you’d use it, for you to bend down and remember the way he used you in that same position as you’d slide a casserole in the oven. He was broken from his daydream when you called his name, finding that you were no longer in the kitchen but outside checking the power source. He stood up and walked towards the front door, leaning in the open doorway as you stood outside, looking to him with a relieved smile as you found the solution. “Was wonderin’ why it was so hot in there” you thought out loud, explaining that it was a problem with the power source, not the stove itself before flipping a few switches and connecting a few wires then hearing your electricity hum back to life. “‘s ‘cause you’re here” he joked flirtatiously, sending a wink and a smirk your way, making you giggle. “Wasn’t the stove, was the power. Radstorm must’ve knocked it out last night” you said as you both came back inside, plugging the stove back in and sure as shit, it turned on. You dusted your hands off, standing there proudly in front of your new, working oven. He was thoroughly impressed. “Well I’ll be damned, when’d you get so handy?” Cooper asked with a teasing grin, making you smile as he looped an arm around your waist proud that his little lady was able to fix the problem. “Since I had to start fixin’ things ‘fore you break ‘em” you teased, coming up to kiss his cheek as he swatted your ass affectionately in retaliation.

“Ya know, before you start cookin’ I have the perfect thing for you to wear” you said, slipping from his grasp for only a moment, making him raise a brow at you as you giggled and treaded into the closet of what you called your bedroom. You opened it, finding a frilly white apron you used to own back in the day when you would bake and cook everything by hand at home. You smiled as you grabbed it, knowing full and well you’d have hell to pay for this little stunt, but when has that ever stopped you before? So you snatched it up, leaving it folded before coming back into the kitchen and handing it to him. “A good cook needs a good apron, and I just know this one would look damn good on you” you said, handing it to him with the most mischievous glint in your eyes and grin stretched to your lips, leaving him to unfold it and look it over. Now this was where you were expecting to get in some serious shit. To hear a chide comment or a “never in a million years, sugar” but no, this man looked at you like you’d handed him a challenge, and he was going to take it in stride. So with a smirk, he set it aside and started to shake his duster off from his frame. “I’ll do ya one better there, little lady” he said, that look in his eyes told you he was up to no good and it had you curious. He started working his shirt off and you’d be damned if you weren’t enjoying the sight of him shirtless and just in his pants, the decorative buckle on his belt helping him maintain that rugged cowboy look. He noticed your stares, giving a dry chuckle. “Like whatchya see, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice dipping a little lower but he didn’t need you to say anything, he already knew the answer. “Always” you replied, a half lidded expression on your face as your tone dripped with something a little less pure. What you really hadn’t been expecting was when you saw him take his pants and briefs off before you, a slack jawed grin coming to your mouth as he tied the apron around his frame. Completely naked underneath. You gave a laugh as you watched him wear it with pride. “You sir, never fail to surprise me” you said, making him chuckle but you spotted the tent that started to poke at the apron where he was getting hard underneath. “Think you’re right, it’s a pretty good look” he said, turning to face away from you and you gave that same crude whistle he’d always give you when he liked something you wore or did, because you had an eye full of ass standing right in front of you. You walked up and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and laying kisses to his shoulder and back. “On second thought, who needs breakfast when you look this good? Hell, I think you pull it off better than I ever did” you said through a giggle, feeling him swat at your grabby hands the way you do when he gets handsy with you. “Can’t disturb a chef when he’s cookin’, sugar” he said coyly, making you chuckle as he started frying a few slices of Cram in the skillet. “Oh but you can disturb me when I’m doin’ laundry? I see how it is” You said playfully as you took a seat down at the dinner table you two found, it wasn’t much, but it was nice all things considered. Gave that homey touch that was missing from the house when you two first put together the settlement. You watched as he romped around the kitchen, going out of his way to put on a show for you and get you as worked up as you make him. “You are such a tease” you said, making him grin as he had his back turned to you, fully focused on making a good breakfast for the two of you to enjoy. “Welcome to my world, sweetheart” he said, making you laugh. You could certainly get used to this.

#fallout #fallout x reader #the ghoul smut #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul #cooper howard smut #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #fallout smut

[southern-gothic-comic]

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(Author Notes)

Panel 1: In the yard, Laudna and Imogen are sitting together on the swing. Relvin approaches, hands in his pockets, looking regretful.

Relvin: Well, girls. Now that Imogen’s on the mend and the quarantine’s been lifted, I think it’s time for our guest to return whence she came. I’ll see you home, miss.

Imogen: What? No! You’re just gonna turn her out, after everything she’s done for us? I could be dead if it wasn’t for Laudna!

Relvin: And I do appreciate her help.

His Thoughts: But it ain’t safe with her here.

Relvin: But it’s time she went on home.

Imogen: Safe from what? Laudna’s never harmed anyone.

Relvin: Dammit, Imogen. Don’t do that.

Laudna: No, he’s right. I--I apologize for overstaying my welcome. Thank you for your offer, Mr. Temult. I can -- I can find my own way.

Panel 2: On her way home, she passes the graveyard where she and Imogen like to spend time. Turned earth and new graves give evidence to the sorrows of the past few weeks. Most of the freshly-dug burial plots are small. A funeral service is being held in the distance.

Panel 3: Laudna approaches one of the gravestones, reaching out to trace the sharp, newly-carved edge with her fingers.

Panel 4: From the carved date on the stone we can see it’s the grave of a six-year-old. Crouching down, Laudna lays one of her little twig dolls as a memento.

Panel 5: A voice startles her.

Voice: What’re you doin’ here, ghoul?

Panel 6: The group of mourners approaches, led by Dolores Garrod, who addresses her with cold ferocity. The woman’s eyes are reddened with recent tears and her child is nowhere to be seen. Laudna shrinks back, horrified and sickened by her accusation.

Dolores: This here is holy ground. Your black magic will find no purchase here.

Laudna: I’m -- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude, I was just -- I’m so sorry for your loss.

Dolores: Come back to reap the harvest you sowed? Couldn’t even wait until these sweet li’l innocents were cold in the ground from your vile plague before you came back for your feast?

Laudna: What? No!

Panel 7: She flees the graveyard, leaving a scrap of her skirt behind on the fence in her haste.

Dolores: You can hide from the eyes of the gods, but not the eyes of the law!

#critical role #critical role fanart #critical role comic #imogen temult #laudna #relvin temult #southerngothic #imodna #imogen x laudna #comics #a long road home #mintywolf

[ramblingoak]

Could I please request a kiss goodnight with Copia dearest Oak?

A Kiss Goodnight

Copia x Reader

Warnings: little bit of dirty talk but otherwise just a sweet moment between you and Copia, nsfw just in case so 18+ only, mdni, 1100 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers and @foxybouquet for the Italian help!)

He had fallen asleep again.

You couldn’t blame him though, he had been touring for three months straight now with two more to go.  Their tour bus was nice but it was still a bus and not the most comfortable place to sleep.  Plus add eight ghouls and well…things were cramped.  There were a lot of clashing personalities shoved into a small space and at this point in the tour nerves were frayed and everyone was on edge.  On edge and exhausted.

Copia muttered something too soft for you to hear before snorting and jerking awake.  Your view of him tumbled as he knocked his phone from its perch on the pillow next to him.  When he came back into view you had to stifle a laugh seeing the pillow creases on one side of his face.  There was still makeup tucked into the wrinkles you loved so much and his hair was wild, the salt and pepper strands sticking up aggressively.  

Your heart ached with how much love you had for this man.

“You should go to bed, Papa.  There’s another show tomorrow, yeah?”

“Si, tomorrow and the next day.”  He reached a bare hand up and rubbed at his eyes, smearing the makeup that was still there around some more.  “But I’m good, mi sento bene.  I want to hear about your day.”

It was hard to stifle your grin because you had actually told him about your day already.  He had just been so out of it he was half asleep when you’d started and snoring by the time you were done.  You decided to humor him though, clearing your throat and starting an abridged version of things.

“Well, Terzo and Secondo were summoning more ghouls but apparently they got into an argument half way through the ritual.”  Copia rolled his eyes and dropped his head back onto his pillow with a laugh.  “Next thing I know, Primo is running down the hall screaming about hell hounds.”

“Hell hounds?!  Quegli idioti, is everyone ok?”  

“Oh yes, Alpha and Omega were able to keep them contained in the summoning circle.  When Primo showed up he banished your brothers into the hall and then the hounds back to their home.”

“Lucifero, those two are going to burn the abbey down some day.” 

You were both quiet for a moment, Copia’s eyes were drooping again and you just smiled softly as you watched the lines of worry smooth out as he relaxed.  Hopefully next tour he would let you tag along.  These nightly video calls were nice but you missed seeing him in the flesh.  You missed holding him close and burying your nose against his neck to smell his cologne.  You missed his touch, the way the leather of his gloves felt on your skin.

You missed his kisses.

“Amore?”  It was your turn to startle and you gave him a sheepish smile, half hiding your face behind your blanket.  He had a look of amusement on his face, his eyes suddenly a bit brighter and more awake then they were a moment ago.  “Thinking of anything in particular?”

“You.”  He grinned as he brought his phone closer to his face while you did the same.  “It’s always you.  Idiota.”

“How cruel you are to me, I should punish you.”

“Punish?  And how will you do that from so far away, Papa?”

“Hmm, maybe tomorrow night I’ll be too tired to call.  You’ll have to go to sleep without seeing my handsome face.”

“Oh that would be cruel.”  You bit your lip before you decided to take this a bit further, letting out a little grunt as you stretched out in the bed.  “I’ll have to find something else to occupy my time in this big bed of yours.”

“Like what?”  Copia’s voice had gotten a little deeper, his eyes not leaving yours as he stared at you through the phone screen.  “Tell your Papa what you would do.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll slip into your bed naked.  These sheets feel so good against my skin.”  He groaned a little before you continued,  “If I can’t talk to you I’ll just have to pretend you're here next to me.  Touching me in all the places I like to be touched.”

“I do enjoy touching you,”  He groaned a little louder and you shushed him, not wanting him to draw the attention of the ghouls.  Copia ignored you though and you watched as his shoulder shifted, his arm no doubt moving so he could touch himself instead.  “With my hands and my mouth.”

“I enjoy that too, Papa.”  You let your hand travel down your body, your fingers dipping into your underwear so you could touch yourself.  “I love your mouth on me.”

“Fuck, yes.  I’d taste you everywhere.”  Copia’s arm began to move faster and he let out a feral sounding groan before he spoke again,  “Want to dip my tongue as far into you as I ca–”

“No phone sex on the bus!”

You and Copia both yelled out at the sound of Swiss’s voice.  Your cheeks flamed and you slammed your phone face down onto the bed.  Their voices were muffled but you could hear Swiss and Copia yelling at each other.  You didn’t move until the noise had quieted down and you heard Copia’s voice softly calling out your name.  When you grabbed your phone to look at him again he had a sheepish look on his face.

“Eh, I forgot I made this rule after the first week of the tour.  There was an incident with Cirrus you see and,”  Copia trailed off and shrugged.  “Maybe one of these nights I’ll get a hotel room so we can try this again.”

“Sounds like a plan, Papa.”  He smiled softly, his face once more showing how tired he was.  It was time to say goodnight so you both could get some sleep.  “What will we do for tonight though?”

“Tonight?  Uh, I’m not sure I can stay quiet enough…”

“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

You couldn’t help yourself and reached out to gently touch your screen with your finger, the yearning to actually be able to touch him so strong you wanted to cry.  He brought his phone up to his face, waiting for you to do the same, the both of you gently pressing your lips to them at the same time.  When he started whispering something soft in Italian you pulled away, your eyes trying to trace every part of his face before you said goodnight.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Yes, Papa.  I’ll be here.”

“Naked in my bed?”  He laughed when you rolled your eyes, reaching up to get ready to flick the light switch.  “Buonanotte, amore.”

“Goodnight, Copia.”

You let a few tears fall after the call ended and you quickly buried yourself in the sheets to surround yourself with his smell.  Two more months without him was too long and you decided then and there to see about that hotel room first thing tomorrow.

And a plane ticket so you could share it with him.

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#copia x reader #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #reader insert #papa emeritus iv x reader #copia fanfiction

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Babe, can I give you a little writing prompt? Maybe Swiss/Phantom? Or Dewther?

You can ask for anything you want😘

Dew wakes up to his phone vibrating under his pillow. He answers, with a sleepy grunt, without opening his eyes.

“Wha-“ He can’t even form a full word, his mouth too dry and slow from sleep.

“Hi.” The tearful voice of Aether answers on the other side. “Hi, baby.”

“Aeth?” Dew questions, still too sleepy to keep up.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me.” There’s a wet sniff. “ I just- I just called to hear your voice.”

“Ew, gross.” Dew fakes disgust, but he can’t help smiling as he feels his cheeks heat up.

Aether laughs.

“I know you love it.” He wipes the few stray tears off his cheeks, already feeling a better just from the few words Dew has said.

“I miss you, my angel.”

“I miss-“ Dew gets cut off by a yawn. “Shit, sorry. I miss you too.”

“Sorry for waking you up. I know it’s probably late where you are.” There’s a small pause. “Where are you anyway?”

Dew makes a small squeak like sound.

“Somewhere in America. He yawns again. “Ohio. Or maybe Minnesota.” There’s a pause. “Colorado?”

Aether laughs again.

“Baby, none of them places are even remotely close to each other.”

“I’m not an earth ghoul, I don’t know this shit.” Dew try’s to suppress a yawn, not wanting Aether to know how tired he is. “I just go where I’m told, and do what I’m told.”

Aether barks a laugh, throwing his head back. “Now that I don’t believe.”

“Hey, what’s that meant to mean?” Dew whines, and pouts but he can’t keep the smile off his face.

“You know exactly what I mean.” Aethers still laughing. “My little pocket rocket.”

Dew hums, fighting the urge to bury his face in his pillow and kick his feet like a schoolgirl talking to their crush. He tries to speak but he gets cut off by another yawn.

“Okay, angel, I’ll let you go back to sleep. Need to get your sleep.” Aether hums down the phone.

“Uh huh. So sleepy, Aeth.” He pulls the duvet around his neck tightly, getting comfy once again. “We have a hotel night tomorrow. I can FaceTime you after the show?”

“You know I’d love that, angel.”

It’s silent for a minute, Dew fighting sleep but not wanting to be one the hang up.

“Will you- will you tell me about your day? Tell me about the ministry. About the infirmary. Don’t wanna say goodbye yet.”

Aether smiles, not ready to say goodbye yet either and starts rambling about the ins and out of the infirmary that day until he hears the gentle snores of Dew though the phone.

#short and sweet #ficlet #the band ghost #ask #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #my writing

[hypnoneghoul]

may i please request a cumulus and mountain? i dont see enough of them.

(also love your writing mwah 💋 /p)

630 words, puppy play, teeny tiny bit of objectification blink and you'll miss it, cumulus calls herself mommy once

“What was that, baby?” Cumulus cooed, running her fingers through Mountain’s sweat-tangled hair. He was settled on his knees between her own as she was busy with something on her phone, one hand on it and the other on the earth ghoul. Delicate chain of a leash loosely wrapped around her wrist.

He’s been down there for a while, cock rock hard and leaking and his brain turned off. Cumulus told him to wait so wait he would, but it didn’t mean he’d be quite alright with that. Mountain whined loudly again and batted his eyelashes up at Cumulus, licking his lips.

“You want something, pup?” she asked and he nodded so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. “And what would that be, hm?”

The problem was there were no words in Mountain’s fuzzy head. He opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out and nuzzled sweetly against the soft skin of Cumulus’ thigh, as close to the apex of her legs as he’d dare.

“Oh, you want a treat. Is that right, pup? Want to taste me?” The earth ghoul shuddered and nodded again with another whimper falling out of his mouth. “Well, I suppose you’ve been good for me today. You deserved it.”

Mountain could hear his own tail thumping against the floor repetitively as he brought up his hands and pawed desperately at the air ghoulette’s legs, too blissed out to be able to get her shorts down on his own.

“Oh, I don’t have to do that,” Cumulus laughed. “You’re a smart puppy, you’ll get there.”

Mountain frowned and whined at the lack of help. He leaned in to the strings of the ghoulette’s shorts and took them into his mouth, starting to chew aggressively as if they offended him. “Hey, Mountain, no! Bad puppy, no! No chewing!”

The earth ghoul recoiled with another sad whimper at that, feeling desperate and helpless. He slumped back on the floor and stared at Cumulus with big, pitiful eyes.

“Don’t you look at me like that,” the air ghoulette sighed. “You know I can’t say no to you like that, evil little thing. You’re too cute for your own good.”

She reached out again to scratch behind his horn as she put her phone down and used her free hand to move the crotch of her shorts to the side. She spread her legs some more before grabbing Mountain’s antler and pulling him in. “Here, have your treat.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement, immediately diving in with a happy chirp on his lips. Cumulus was already wet and soon enough his drool made her cunt truly dripping and there wasn’t enough brain in Mountain to do anything more than lick at her sloppily. After all it was his treat and he just wanted to feast, making Cumulus cum wasn’t exactly his priority in such a state.

She would cum, of course, Mountain all desperate and needy for her turned her on impossibly. It was adorable and a little fun how he went on about the act—just shoving his face in between her legs and licking all over.

“Yes, that’s it. That’s it, good boy– oh, yes, pup. Lick away.” She tangled her fingers in his long amber hair and scratched at his scalp some more. It was for his enjoyment, but her motives were a bit impure–

“Oh,” she moaned loudly when her ministrations made Mountain kick up a loud, rumbly purr, that in turn made him whole vibrate. Especially his mouth. “Yes, pup, that’s good. My lovely little vibe, aren’t you?”

He chirped at the praise. Cumulus was getting close and so she decided to give Mountain some more incentive. “Make mommy cum and I’ll let you get off on my tits.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette

[porcelainseashore]

Into the Ether (3)

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, ...)

Pairing: Vampire! Toreador! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: At the all-night events cafe you run, you’ve become acquainted with an elusive patron, Leon, though you can never remember the last moments of your interactions together. After a harrowing encounter, a love-hate relationship develops between the two of you as you grapple with your newfound status in a world of darkness and investigate the reasons behind the untimely attacks.

Content & Warnings: 18+ Resident Evil x Vampire: The Masquerade crossover, horror, mystery, romance, slow burn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut, swearing, smoking, non consensual blood drinking, blood bond, vampire turning, violence, injury, mild gore, torture, religious themes, minor character death, RE characters (Chris, Claire, Ada, Wesker, Jill, Sherry, Hunnigan, Rebecca, Baker Family, Merchant, Patrick, Luis), VtM concepts (Camarilla, Anarch, Sabbat, Second Inquisition, Toreador, Ventrue, Brujah, Gangrel, Nosferatu, Malkavian, Tremere, Ghouls).

Authors' Note: Suggestive themes, violence and mild gore ahead.

Taglist: @admirxation @xoxostarlet @miss-oranje-disco-dancer ❤️‍🔥

AO3 Link

Chapter 3: Fires of Rebellion

“So, talk,” you demanded, crossing your arms as you kept yourself at a suitable distance from Leon. 

Both of you were currently walking up north along Good Street towards the City College. The plan had been to take a left at some point and head over to the park by Warren Street, where hopefully there would be some benches for you to relax on. It was still early enough in the night for your surroundings to be relatively bustling with people, so you weren’t too worried that the man beside you would try anything risky or stupid. In any case, you knew where you kept your pepper spray at hand if things went south.

“You’d already sensed it from the beginning,” he stated, swallowing thickly. How was it this hard to tell you who he really was? If he could sweat blood, he’d fill a whole bucket’s worth. Pig’s blood. A cop in pig’s blood. He knew plenty of people who’d pay to see him drenched in the vermillion fluid. “That I’m not exactly normal.” That was what he settled with.

“What, you mean like a serial killer or something?” you scoffed, shaking your head in mild vexation.

“No.” His voice was solemn but firm as he glanced at you briefly, making eye contact. “I didn’t… assault you, not in the way you think.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line. “I just— I do things… that aren’t exactly normal.”

Great, Leon. You just made yourself sound like a fucking magician. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and paused his footsteps. “This is going well.”

You almost felt sorry for the guy. He seemed to be having such a difficult time articulating what he wanted to say. Was it some sort of kink he was talking about? The logical part of your mind berated you, insisting that this could go down far worse than you imagined, but you pushed it aside.

“Like what?” you asked, your morbid curiosity getting the better of you.

His jaw tightened as he shifted his weight uncomfortably from side to side.

Before he could respond, you took the initiative, positioning yourself in front of him as a form of challenge. “Show me,” you requested.

His head darted in every direction, scanning the area with an animalistic instinctiveness and you thought you saw his eyes illuminate in a different color. However, when you blinked a second later, it had returned to its original pale shade of blue. “Too many people,” he muttered. “I’ll do as you ask, but we need to head somewhere quieter.”

You should’ve ran off after he said that, but your legs stayed rooted to the ground. Your lack of self-preservation was alarming. “The park, then?” you suggested.

He nodded in compromise. “I could work with that.”

The rest of the walk there took place in awkward silence, as you dwelled on what he would do and whether you were walking into one big, fat trap. Well, at least Patrick had his business card. And PIs, they had a registered license, didn’t they? It was too late to back out now, you’d gone this far and you wanted to see it through.

When you had found a secluded bench at one of the shaded corners of the park, he spoke up again. “Do you remember the first night we met? When—”

“You offered me cigarettes in exchange for coffee,” you finished the sentence for him.

“Yes,” he said with a wistful smile, as if reminiscing about a day he’d cherished but had long since passed. “You felt it, didn’t you? Compelled to stay, but with no reason why.”

Despite your reluctance, you had to agree with him. That moment between standing by his table and sitting with him to share in a smoke had been like entering the twilight zone. You were you, but yet, at the same time, weren’t.

“I can do it again here, if you want,” he murmured, his eyes burning with an intensity that seemed to bore right into you.

It wasn’t the first time you had leaped before looking. You’d always been known to be a little more reckless than your peers, but it seemed like you never really learnt your lesson well. “Be my guest,” you gestured melodramatically, as your hand swept across in one grand motion.

“Now, you’re just mocking me,” he chided, though a ghost of a smile still lingered on his lips.

This time, there was a tingling sensation in your body, like an invisible warm light gradually enveloping you, except it seemed to exude from him. You were entranced by his stature, the minute details of his face, everything about what he was, to the point where you couldn’t tear yourself away from his gaze.

“Sit,” he directed gently, placing his hand along the back of the wooden bench.

You felt nothing but desire. Desire to do anything he wanted you to. Without a word, you sank onto the bench like a doll, still giving him that doe-eyed expression one would normally reserve for a celebrity they were starstruck by.

Taking his seat beside you, he urged, “Come closer.”

Obediently, you shuffled up along the bench towards him, except it wasn’t out of fear of punishment, but a strange, radiant love that emanated from within you. When you were just inches away from his face, he slowly revealed the tips of his canine teeth, which were pointier than usual, and seemed to grow with each passing minute. As his features eased up, you could feel the uncanny warmth dissipate from your core, and though you were still captivated by him, his face seemed to lack the same lustrous sheen it held moments ago. Like a wandering spirit, you had arrived back into your own body. You were you again.

His eyes latched onto you, waiting, watching, biding his time, to see what you would do. Though he remained poised and composed, the unsteadiness of his breathing and the flicker of trepidation across his irises gave him away. He was afraid that you would leave him, for good. And after what he had given to have the right to Embrace you, he wouldn’t know how he would live with himself if he were rejected.

It felt like hours had gone by until one of you spoke up. “Do you hate what you see?”

“No,” you answered, almost too quickly, cupping his cold cheek in the palm of your hand. He closed his eyes and sighed blissfully into it, releasing a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It felt moist and heated against your skin.

You surprised yourself with how well you were taking all of this in. This shouldn’t have been possible and nothing about what he had shown you made sense. You blamed your tolerance on the late, sleepless nights and hanging around with the offbeat characters who frequented your cafe. 

What if monsters did exist? you humored. Maybe not in the literal sense of vampires, but someone who relished the flavor of blood, and who’d learnt a few tricks of hypnotism. You tried to rationalize it as much as you could, but there were still so many missing pieces you did not fully understand.

“How many times?” you asked. “Did you force me… each night?”

He lowered his gaze, marred by shame, while looking to his hands nestled in his lap. “It was just that once,” he whispered. “I wanted you to stay with me.” 

He pursed his lips. “The rest, later on… was you.”

“Did you—”

“Yes.” 

You didn’t even need to continue your sentence for him to know what you meant. Yes, he tasted your blood. Yes, he enjoyed it. Yes, he came back for more. And more.

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked.

You didn’t acknowledge his apology, allowing even more time to slip through your fingers. A while later, you ran them along his cheek towards his lips, where his teeth which now looked more like fangs lurked. Right, how would you explain that away?

He didn’t stop you when you traced one of their edges, as if trying to figure out if they were real. He let you press the tip of your finger against its peak, purposely pricking yourself in some kind of deluded masochistic fantasy. The rush you felt from it was indescribable, like a spike of venom flowing into your veins, though it wasn’t as intense as the previous times to truly immobilize you. Grasping onto the back of the bench, you steadied yourself from the dizzying sensation.

A dark, ruby bead blossomed at the site of the puncture. His mouth lay open as he inhaled sharply, gripping the trousers on his thighs, and there was a wild look in his bloodshot eyes. However, he remained motionless, restraining himself somehow, as if awaiting your instruction.

“You like this?” A mixture of bewilderment and arousal seeped into your tone, as you brought your bleeding finger to rest just at the entrance of his mouth.

All at once, his veneer of calmness shattered. He swirled his tongue against your fingertip, causing you to gasp as it made hot laps around the miniscule droplet of blood you had to offer him. Dipping his head, he took the rest of your digit into his mouth, eventually sucking on it whole as he emitted a low groan in pleasure. When he finally let it go, a slick string of saliva connected to it from his lips, wet and hungry with need.

“I, um—” you shuddered, at a loss for words, as you retracted your finger, folding it into your hand.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he straightened up in his seat, adjusting his attire and hair, as if he had come back to his senses once again. “You don’t have to decide on this right now,” he assured you.

“Okay.” You nodded shakily, your mind spinning from all the events that had just transpired. “Could we take another short walk before I head home?” 

It would probably help to cool off a little, you thought.

“Anything you need,” he asserted, getting up as he took another glance around the park, before extending his hand to you.

You stared at it, contemplating further. “Just don’t—” you hesitated, pausing to rephrase your words. “I want to trust you, Leon.”

“I’ll earn it back,” he promised. “However long it takes.”

That was all you needed to hear from him. Perhaps you were naive to a fault, but you took his hand anyway, allowing him to lead you out of the park, and to whatever else fate had in store for you that night.

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Over the course of the evening, a thin fog had developed, shrouding the sky and enveloping the moon and stars in a blurry veil, casting a muted light over the city. You and Leon had taken a short detour towards the more touristy part of town, where the landmark Saint Michael Clock Tower overlooked the grand waterway.

The ornate, Gothic structure loomed intimidatingly ahead, its roof cloaked in a wispy gray mist, though you could still make out the time on its huge clock face. Ten minutes past midnight. It was getting late, and although you were accustomed to working until the wee hours of the morning, you preferred to get some sleep on your nights off when possible. However, right now, a part of you wished that the night would last longer. 

There wasn’t such a wide distance between you and Leon as before. In fact, your fingers were nearly touching, but neither of you had taken it further to close the final gap. Even in complete silence, punctuated only by the sounds of the city’s buzzing nightlife, both of you had somehow agreed on which pathways to take, falling in sync with each other’s footsteps, pauses and turns, like an unspoken dance. It was nice like this, having no expectations of the other person, just walking and feeling the thread of connection that bound the two of you.

Every now and then, he peered at you inquisitively, and you wondered if he had something to say, but when you looked his way, he turned his gaze back to the street in front of him. Coming to the entrance of a tunnel arbor near the clocktower, you paused to admire the sight of the vines and flowers that were wound around the metallic arches, interspersed with marigold fairy lights. There were still a decent number of stragglers in the vicinity. Probably the remaining tourists for the day who didn’t quite want to wrap up yet, some of whom were posing for pictures near the picaresque arbors.

“Cat caught your tongue?” Always the instigator and taking the confrontational approach. That was what you were known for.

“Hm?” he deflected, yet smiled at you knowingly.

“Just looked like you had something to say.” You shrugged, placing your hands on your hips.

“Nothing escapes you, huh?”

He was teasing you again; you were certain of it. Though this appeared to be twofold, where the second part was meant as a misdirection to hide a secret from you. 

“It should be obvious that I like you,” he stated plainly.

Obvious to the point where he couldn’t afford to have one of those obnoxious Anarchs stake their claim over you, just for a bit of territory. You were worth so much more to him than that. Surely, it would be the lesser of two evils for him to be the one to Embrace you? It was all he could think about when he made that deal with Ada. Always justifying and compromising. That was what he was known for.

You couldn't fathom the sheer astonishment and joy that overcame him when Ada returned with the news a few weeks later:

“The Prince granted your wish,” she mentioned with an indifferent wave of her hand.

“How?” he choked in disbelief. “It usually takes years!”

“You underestimate me,” she scoffed. “Have you forgotten that I’m the voice of society?”

“No, of course not.” He hung his head in disgrace, as if he had just been told off by a parent.

“Anyway, I don’t have to tell you twice that you should thank him in person.” 

Lifting a bejeweled chalice to her lips, she tasted its contents, allowing it to linger on the palate before letting it wash down her throat. “And by ‘thank’, I mean ‘grovel’.”

“Yes, sire.” He bent down on his knee and kissed the back of her hand in respect.

A shadow of annoyance flickered across her face, morphing into a frown. “You do know this makes you look weak?” she questioned rhetorically. “Being unable to convince the Prince yourself?”

He knew better than to respond when Ada was in such a mood.

“Don’t embarrass me.” 

Her warning rang loud and clear in his ears.

“Who is it obvious to?” you challenged, pulling him out of his reverie. Maybe you had an undeniable urge to see him lose control over you again.

At this, he drew closer towards you, his eyes ablaze like a blue flame, as he snaked his arms around your waist. That was it — the thrill, the feeling you missed. It rippled through your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. But before he could go any further, a sudden force tore him from his hold on you, hauling him violently backwards. He was flung in the air across a couple of yards, landing against the wall of a building with a sickening crack.

In the background, you heard screams coming from all directions, alongside whooshing sounds, followed by loud thuds. One soon popped up behind you and in an instant you found yourself smacked to the ground. There was a shrill ringing in your ears, your eyes watered, and your vision blurred as you started seeing double in front of you. You felt the back of your head. Wet. Sticky. Flowing. Your fingers were red and the concussion you suffered induced a dizzying spell.

A grizzly face appeared before you, but you couldn’t quite make out any distinguishable features, except for the familiar shape of long fangs that glistened under the arbor lights. There was no time to put up a fight or even cry out for help, as you began to sink deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.

Leon had watched the entire scene unfurl before him like a twisted snuff film coming to life. The attack had taken him by surprise, but he quickly got up from his fall, resetting his bones and shaking it off like nothing had happened. The whole place was awash in scarlet. Blood streaked the city streets, trickling into every gap and crack, as the victims were messily drained of their lifesource. Whoever was behind this wanted the world to know. And that was when he witnessed the first of them turn.

A Mass Embrace? These Kindred definitely reeked of the Sabbat, and if not, they weren’t anyone who had been presented before the Prince; he would know. There wasn’t a second left to spare — he had to find you immediately. In his line of sight, he saw one of the culprits feeding on you greedily, and the primal rage he felt within him almost caused his Beast to take over. He hunched over and growled ferociously. His features transformed into something monstrous and his eyes were crazed as globs of saliva dribbled down his mouth.

It was fanning the flames of a Frenzy, one where he would slaughter every being in his path regardless of who they were, tearing them from limb to limb, and eviscerating their carcasses for what they had done to you. But his concern for your well-being won him over. Mustering up his willpower, he resisted the Beast as much as he could, and though he was still enraged, he needed to think straight and prioritize getting you to safety. That was all that mattered.

In the bat of an eye, he zipped across, yanking the other vampire away from your limp body, as they traded rapid blows. Another aggressor joined in the fight, as Leon dodged their swift counterattacks with deceptive ease, before connecting his right fist to one of their jaws and dealing a precise uppercut with his left to the other’s ribs, catching both of them off-guard. 

Everything seemed to pass by in quicktime as he moved with an unnatural grace, spinning mid-air over one of their backs, only to grab the other from behind and slam him to the ground savagely. Gathering the rest of his strength, he took advantage of the momentum to stomp on the vampire’s head with the heel of his shoe. There was a nauseating crunch as his skull caved in from the blunt force trauma, splintering and sending blood splashing across the pavement, driving him straight into torpor. One down, one more to go.

The brutality of the violence he had displayed unnerved him, yet fuelled his excitement as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He attributed it to being partially influenced by the Beast the moment those bastards had put your life in danger. At least he had not fully succumbed to it. That was what he tried to tell himself while putting a lid on his unquenchable thirst for more. More violence. More bloodshed. They deserve it…

A cacophony of ghastly howls erupted from a distance, bringing him back to reality. Jill, it had to be, Leon realized. The Sheriff was coming to subdue this severe breach of the Masquerade. As the other vampire lunged at him, Leon’s reflexes took over, timing it such that he skirted the edge of the assault unscathed. Instead, he circled around, placing the attacker in an unyielding headlock. The vampire struggled vigorously, attempting to kick and claw his way out of Leon’s grip.

It was then that he heard Jill’s gruff yells in the vicinity, as the pack of dogs under her control barked and gnashed their teeth viciously at the remaining offenders, clamping down on their legs to prevent them from escaping. The Hound, a group of Kindred who reported to her, had arrived in tow, twirling wooden shafts in their hands, each sharpened at one end. Grinning menacingly, they struck at the assailants, staking them immobile before dragging them away.

“You need this one?” Leon called out. He might as well play by their rules where he got the chance, even if the Prince himself had decreed a perpetual Blood Hunt on the Sabbat. Anything to be in the former’s good graces. It was all for show, anyway.

Jill turned sharply, her mouth contorting into a wicked smirk, as she stalked towards him. “Leon… always at the right place, right time, huh?” Her voice was more akin to brutish snarl, but he knew when she meant her threats and when she didn’t. At this point, she was on his side.

“We have our hands full of the rebellious trash.” She jerked her thumb back to her crew, who were skulking around in the dark with their catch. “Kill this motherfucker.”

Without hesitation, Leon snapped the vampire’s neck clean, ripping his head off in the process as his lifeless body fell to the ground in a heap. Letting out a huff from the effort, he tossed the head aside, feeling nothing for the wretched being that lay at his feet. Or did he? He chose not to dwell on it any further, finding something else to distract himself with as he glanced down at his clothes, frowning when he noticed they were smeared with all sorts of fluids and innards. Dry cleaning was gonna be a bitch.

Jill signaled towards your body with her chin. “This one’s barely alive.”

“She’s mine.” A deep-seated possessiveness surged through him as he stepped between you and Jill, unwilling to let you be snatched away from his grasp again. Swooping down, he lifted you into his arms, ready to cart you off from this gruesome site. “Please, I don’t have much time.”

Narrowing her eyes, she tilted her head and a low rumble reverberated from her chest. “Alright, pretty boy. You’re answerable to the Prince though,” she warned.

“Understood,” he replied snippily, cringing at the nickname she often used to wind him up.

Directing her attention once again to her Hound, she commanded, “Torch the rest!”

The poor, newly created vampires never stood a chance, dealing with both the life-changing alterations to their bodies and the molotov cocktails now lobbed at them. They had no idea what was happening as they were set aflame in the towering bonfire, screeching and wailing until they were reduced to nothing but ashes. The smell of singed skin and flesh hung in the air.

Tightening his grip on you, Leon recoiled involuntarily in fear as he fled from the raging inferno. “Hang in there for me,” he whispered, praying to a long-forgotten god that he wouldn’t be too late this time. 

Racing like his life depended on it, he kept to the shadows, using the cover of darkness to navigate through the maze of Raccoon City towards his haven.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil #vampire au #vampire the masquerade #vtm #crossover #porcelainscribbles

[lilypadlys]

In Your Arms

Dew is having a hard time on tour. Between being homesick, missing Aether, and having nightmares, he's at the end of his rope and snapping at everyone. He really needs some gentle love but who do you turn to when you've pushed everyone away?

Ship: Dew/Swiss, bit of Dew/Aether

Word Count: 1550

Rating: Teen (for mild language)

Tags: SFW, fluff, hurt/comfort, cuddles

Below the cut or on AO3

The tour is nearing its end. Everything has been going mostly smoothly. The new summons Aurora and Phantom have integrated seamlessly. No major injuries have been sustained. Only some venue issues and inclement weather stood in the way of it being a flawless run and those were out of their control.

Still, Dew feels on edge. He’s tired. Being away from the ministry, constantly on the move, and missing Aether and Sunny, as well as a million other discomforts are all taking their toll. He hasn’t slept soundly in ages, sleep plagued with nightmares.

He’s been extremely snappy at everyone. He manages to pull himself together for the shows. Falling into his role, taking out his frustrations on his guitar strings. Off stage though, he can’t find an outlet. The smallest thing sets him off.

He hates himself for it. Cumulus didn’t deserve the hisses he spewed at her when she tried to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. Poor Phantom looked ready to cry when Dew told him to fuck off when he asked if they wanted to room together at the hotel last night. Aurora and Rain have been avoiding him entirely, afraid of invoking his wrath. Cirrus and Mountain shoot him glares on the regular in response to his snarky asides. Swiss is the only one still willing to deal with him and even the multi ghoul’s patience has its limits.

When they get settled in the hotel for the night, Swiss just wordlessly hauls the grumpy fire ghoul into their room before he can start a fresh argument in the hotel lobby. Swiss has given up trying to help. He sighs tiredly as Dew chucks his overnight bag to the floor, causing a loud thump. Dew flops on his bed and turns his back to Swiss with a growl. Swiss just shakes his head, exhaling through his nose, and disappears into the bathroom to shower. Dew is left to glower in solitude.

When the bathroom door clicks shut, Dew huffs and rolls onto his back. He doesn’t know what to do. How to get out of this funk. He knows the other’s are trying to help but he can’t lower his guard long enough to let them. Aether could fix this. He thinks. Aether always knew what to do to get Dew to chill. Be it forcing him into a cuddle pile, fucking him senseless, or even just letting Dew rage. Aether’s patience seemed neverending. No matter how long he was out of it, how many nasty things Dew said, Aether always forgave him.

As if on cue, Dew hears his phone buzz. He wrestles it out of his pocket and glances at the screen. Aether.

“Hey Firelily.” The text reads.

“Hey Aeth.”

“How’re you holding up?”

Dew snorts. “What do you think? I’m sure Mount already blabbed to you.” Dew instantly regrets it as soon as he hits send. Why is he like this? Here’s Aether, checking on him, obviously concerned about him, and all he can do is be a bitch.

“Yes, Mountain told me you weren’t feeling well. Is it the nightmares again?”

Dew is once again amazed at Aether’s uncanny ability to always find the root of the problem.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry Spark. I wish I could be there to help.”

But you’re not, is all Dew can think. He knows it’s not Aether’s fault. He’d be here if he could. But he’s not.

Even though he holds back from typing it, Aether seems to know what he’s thinking anyway.

“You’ll be back home soon and then I’ll help in whatever way I can.” Aether promises.

“Thanks.”

Dew makes to toss his phone to the nightstand when it buzzes again.

“The others care about you too. They just want to help.”

Dew wants to make some jerky comment but he can’t. He squeezes his eyes shut to hold back the tears that have begun to form.

“Yeah.”

“I know it’s hard but you’ve got to open up. They can’t help if you don’t let them.”

Dew sits in silence with that. He knows it. Truly he knows that everyone in the pack loves him and cares about him, and that they want to help. And yet all he’s done is push them away.

“Sweet dreams Dew.”

Dew does start to cry then. He so desperately needs a hug. Needs someone to wrap their arms around him and tell him everything will be alright. That they don’t hate him despite how horrible he’s been. Needs someone to hold him as he falls asleep and to protect him from the nightmares and nasty thoughts that plague his brain whenever he tries to relax. He curls up into a ball, tail wrapped around himself, as he sobs into the sheets.

He doesn’t hear as Swiss quietly opens the bathroom door, despite the water never running. He doesn’t see him round the corner. Swiss’ gentle touch on his back startles him and flinches; hissing and baring teeth. Dew watches in horror as Swiss’ expression goes from gentle concern, to hurt, to angry exasperation. Swiss grits his teeth and withdraws his hand. “Sorry.” He mutters as he turns away.

“Wait.” Dew forces the word out.

Swiss turns back, brow raised; unimpressed.

“I-I’m sorry.” Dew uncurls himself and sits up as fresh tears well in his eyes. “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.”

Swiss’ expression softens. He sits on the edge of the bed, giving Dew his space, and waits.

Dew trembles as he forces the words out between sobs. “I’m sorry for being such a jerk. You guys were just trying to help.”

“Yeah, you’ve really been a shit recently.” Swiss agrees, teasingly rather than meanly.

Dew shrinks. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

“Oh baby.” Swiss scoots a little closer. “We don’t hate you. Why do you think we haven’t thrown you off the tour bus yet?”

“But I probably deserve it at this point.” He whimpers.

“Nah, not quite.”

“Great, another thing I can’t do right.” Dew huffs and rolls his eyes but there’s no malice in it. Instead he just sounds disappointed in himself.

“Stop that. You can do plenty of things right.”

“Uh huh.” Dew frowns, unconvinced.

“Well first of all, you're the best lead guitarist I know.”

“That’s mean to Ifrit. And Alpha.”

“I don’t care. You’re better.” Dew gives him a look but Swiss continues. “You also make amazing pancakes.”

“That’s like the only thing I can do in the kitchen.”

“So? I love pancakes.”

Dew’s sobs have slowed to the occasional sniffle and a smile is threatening to break out so Swiss keeps going.

“And let's see. You’re pretty too. That doesn’t hurt.”

Dew makes a pouty face but Swiss interrupts before he can protest.

“You are. And I have excellent taste so you know it’s true.”

That does it and the corners of Dew’s lips are quivering upwards. He ducks his head in an attempt to hide.

“In fact, the only thing I can think of that you’re bad at is getting us to hate you.” Swiss closes the distance and nuzzles Dew’s head. “We love you, you little idiot. Don’t forget it, okay?” He purrs in Dew’s ear.

Rather than pull away, Dew leans into Swiss and rewards him for his efforts with a low purr of his own.

“Thanks Swiss.” Dew mumbles shyly.

“Of course Droplet.”

Dew suddenly looks up. “I need to apologize to the others.”

“That you do, but it can wait until the morning. Right now you need sleep.”

“But-”

“No buts. Go shower and change into comfy clothes. I showered back at the venue so I’ll get a nest set up.”

Dew does as he’s told and gets up. He shucks his boots and clothes on his way to the bathroom. The hot water does wonders, washing away sweat and his bad mood alike. He feels infinitely better as he towels off and slips into clean sweats. When he steps out of the bathroom, he finds a blanket nest on the bed as promised, Swiss ensconced in the middle.

“C’mere.” Swiss beckons and Dew hops on the bed and curls up next to him, his back to the multi ghoul’s chest. Swiss pulls a blanket over the two of them and starts to run his claws through Dew’s golden mane.

Once he gets all the tangles out, he starts to braid, humming softly. Dew can’t help but be reminded of Aether. The quintessence ghoul used to do this as well. He figures Aether probably told Swiss how to help and normally Dew would be angry. It’s something special and private. Aether is typically the only one Dew can truly open up with, and be this vulnerable around. But now, he finds he doesn’t mind. He lets himself relax for once as Swiss hums and whispers praise and affirmations.

Dew doesn’t know at what point he drifts off, just that for the first time in a while he’s slept peacefully. Nightmare free.

As soon as he sees the others at breakfast he apologizes. Despite his fears, they all forgive him immediately and he finds himself in the middle of a group hug. He doesn’t even feign dislike, and just lets himself enjoy being held. In their arms he feels warm, and safe, and loved.

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop/swiss #dewdrop/aether #fluff #sfw #hurt/comfort #ghoul cuddles #feelings #lys writes

[wrathofrats]

Wrathhhhh, if you feed up to it/inspo strikes may be gets something where RainDrop takes Bug to bed for the first time?

I have fantastic news and 4k of me being weird.

Ao3 link

I got carried away raise your hand if you’re surprised.

4k of jealous dew, brat phantom and mean instigator rain.

It’s slightly toxic and dubious but they’re all having fun and enthusiastically want each other ok but just know it can read a bit dubcon until the middle.

Warnings for a bit of size shaming, degrading, dew acts like he hates phantom but he’s lying, dp, lots of fun weird jealousy, yeah idk what I was doing here

Phantom tried to focus on the plate in his hand. He dunked it back into the water, rolling his eyes in annoyance at the small speck of caked on food that simply wouldn’t come off. The water was a couple degrees too hot, leaving his skin red and uncomfortable. He could hear a mild chatter behind him through the sound of water sloshing and the abrasive sponge on the ceramic. No words to make out, but a more intense conversation at least.

Whatever ghouls' presence that was behind him was coming closer. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, a nervous reaction or his sensitive quintessence acting up he never is quite sure, but the air around him starts to smell like salt water and smoke combined with the dish soap that covers his arms.

“Told you phantom would be in here” rain sing songs to a much more unsatisfied dew.

“And I’ll blow you about it later, can you just hurry up?”

Phantom drops the dish back in the sink, a problem for whoever found it next. He shakes the water and suds off his arms before turning to face the two in front of him. Rain seemed happy, a light neutral expression on his face. He tucks a piece of black hair behind his ear as he watches phantoms own body language. Dew however seemed less enthused to see him. His shoulders slump inwards towards rain, arms crossed in front of him. He’s not even looking at phantom, instead staring at his boyfriend like he’s about to drag him away himself.

“Dew and I have a proposition for you” rain starts, giving phantom a once over for any signs he may run. He’s still the anxious new bug they know, eyes full of something akin to fear and intimidation just from rain approaching him. It makes rain feel powerful in an awful way that he knows is greedy.

“Yeah of course” phantom only looks rain in the eyes, not bothering to look over at dew, an action neither of them have missed.

“We think you’re cute bug, we see the way you look at us” rain flicks dews hand as he rolls his eyes at the word cute, “wanted to come ask if you’d possibly like to join us tonight, wanted to know if you’d be our good boy”

“Are you sure?” Phantom asks. Phantom tries to study them. Is it a joke? Are they making fun of him? Rain keeps his friendly expression, dew resigning to stare at the floor instead.

“Very, I think we could have a lot of fun with you if you’d let us”

“Then I want to hear it from him”

Dew nearly growls, his eyes wide at the sentence. The simple but cocky tone having him want to abandon the situation and tell rain he told him so. Knew he was a shit head that didn’t know how to behave correctly.

If dew was being honest with himself he would be more than happy to spoil the little quint with rain if he acted as sweet as he seems. But an ungrateful brat? No one deserved his rain, especially such a greedy thing. It only makes it worse when rain cocks his eyebrows at him expectantly, cueing him to tell phantom what he wants to hear.

He’s more than baffled, even if he shouldn’t be. Rain wanted a challenge, and he was going to get one.

“I want you to join us phantom” dew mumbles.

A bright smile breaks out on phantoms face. Rain beckons him with a finger to follow them back up to his room.

Dew would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that his enthusiasm was a bit cute. Maybe he just wanted to be sure dew was ok with him joining. Maybe dew was wrong.

Phantom doesn’t hesitate to kneel on the bed once they walk into the room. Surely a known and practiced move, probably how Swiss makes him wait during their usual shenanigans. His hands sit crossed in his lap, his eyes focus only on rain to wait for his next instruction. Dew hopes he can be good, especially if he was this well trained already.

He pads over to card a hand through his hair, tugging at the black and white strands. Phantoms eyes close as he gasps and leans into the pressure on his scalp. He doesn’t try to pull away, even opens his eyes with a look that practically begs dew to pull harder.

“That’s a good boy, you gonna keep being good for us bug?” Dew asks, rubbing at his skin.

Phantom nods in return. His head stays nestled in dews palm, practically purring at the soft touch. It’s nice, much softer than either of them assumed the other would be.

“Oh, see dew? I knew he was a sweet boy.” Rain coos. It’s silent as he walks over to the bed, both ghouls watching for his next move, to tell them what to do. It’s an unconscious reaction in dew to immediately listen to rain, even if he’s supposed to also be in charge here. He knows he’s not, only allowed to have his fun as long as rain approves of it.

Rain stops in front of dew first, pulling him in for a small kiss. Nothing more than a peck on the lips. It’s short and sweet, rains hand lingers on dews neck for another second as he pulls away, staring at the fire ghoul with a loving smile.

He steps in front of phantom next. Another loving touch to the side of his face, something to hopefully calm whatever nerves the new ghoul has. It was supposed to be another chaste peck to the lips but before rain can stop him, phantom has his fists in his shirt, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepens much farther past what rain had intended. Lips slotting together easily as phantom licks into rains mouth. Dew can’t help but watch in horror, he’s sure if phantom was any stronger he would’ve had rain in his lap with the way he’s pulling at him. The wet smacking sound from their lips makes dew ball his fists in the sheets to keep himself from forcefully dragging phantom out of rains grasp. It doesn’t help that phantom fucking groans as rain bites his lips.

Finally rain pulls back after what feels like an hour. A line of spit connects their lips and dew is certain phantom is fucking looking at him for a reaction. A horrible smug look on his face, purely waiting for dew to say or do something about the interaction that just transpired.

“That wasn’t very sweet of you bug, thought you knew better than to take more than you’re allowed” rain lightly chastises him.

“Sorry” phantom whispers, his head turned to dew just to catch his eye before turning back to rain “guess I just got excited”

Rain can’t help but smile. He can’t bring himself to punish phantom yet, especially since he looks apologetic, can’t fault him for wanting to kiss him so badly.

“It’s alright just can’t let you get spoiled now can we?”

Dew stares, baffled. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What?” Rain looks at him with a knowing smirk. Practically daring him to do something when they both know he won’t.

“You’re just going to let him get away with that?”

“He doesn’t know any better droplet, stupid thing just got desperate” rain practically purrs, turning back to phantom “didn’t you sweetheart?”

They all know the truth. Dew knows he knows better, rain knows he knows better, and phantom certainty knows, that they both know, that he knows better. But to dew it feels like phantom is truly testing his limits. He wants to see what will get both of them to break.

“And since when do desperate sluts get what they want?” Dew asks, also looking at phantom. Rain still has a hand on his cheek, making phantom nuzzle into his palm innocently.

“I certainly give you what you want dewdrop, even when you act like a jealous bitch. So why is this different?” Rain scolds, not even looking at him. “Dew likes to give me a challenge sometimes stardust, but you wouldn’t do that would you?”

“No sir”

Rain could just beam at the obedience. A pang of pride in his chest at how well phantom listens to him. It’s adorable honestly, how enthusiastic and compliant he is to rains words, not to mention the thick air of jealousy between him and dew. It all goes straight to his ego, only fueling him to be worse.

“You can’t let him think he can get away with shit. Honestly shouldn’t even be allowed to touch you since our play thing has forgotten its place” dew sneers.

“Didn’t think you were in charge here dewdrop” phantom taunts back.

“Excuse me? I have mo-“

“He’s right, you’re not in charge here darling and you know that” rain cuts dew off before he can finish his sentence. “Are you just jealous? Upset that phantom is getting more attention than you? Do you not trust me to take care of my angelfish?”

Rains tone is sickly sweet, daunting like the call of a siren. It has dew immediately quiet, listening to rains words as if his life depended on it. A part of the jealousy fades out of him, grateful for the way rain smiles when he looks at him.

“I do, just-“ dew attempts to stammer out an excuse.

“None of that then. Show phantom how sweet you can be to me”

Dew is on rain immediately. He easily rips his shirt off of him, discarding it next to the bed. His hands run down his lithe torso, hot kisses trailing behind them. Praising any inch of skin that rain will allow him to.

He runs his hands slowly down to rains sweatpants, giving a small look over to phantom who seems more flustered than he should be given the proposition. The quint can’t decide where to look, doesn’t want to look either ghoul in the eyes, doesn’t want to stare directly at rains tits, he settles for shifting his gaze wherever he can. From dews hands that grip rains waistband, to the floor, to rain looking down on dew hungrily, his arms now crossed in front of him, pushing his chest together. The slightest bit of cleavage that forms makes him want to drool.

“Want you to watch phantom, eyes over here starlight” rain whispers. Phantom swallows thickly, allowing his eyes to settle on dews hands.

Dew finally pulls at rains sweats, slowly revealing him to phantom. It’s a teasing pace, both ghouls watching to see his reaction. See how worked up they can get him without actually touching him.

The band finally stretches past the swell of his ass, loosening around his thighs, enough to drop to the floor. Rains skin is perfect, hairless, smooth, phantom thinks he may be drooling as he watches dew thumb over his hips with a possessive look on his face.

Phantoms breath hitches as rain bends over in front of him to kick off his pants completely. Still slow and teasing, as if he’s showing himself off. Rains completely exposed in this position, plump little ass practically in phantoms face, his cunt fully on display for phantom to gawk at. His folds are already slick and shiny with arousal. Phantom would do anything to taste him.

“Like what you see phantom?” Rain asks, standing back up to face him. He stands over him, looking down while phantom continues to stare at his chest.

“Fuck- “ phantom chokes “you’re so pretty”

“That all starlight?”

“Please rainy, let me worship you, let me play with your tits” phantom begs

And oh, that goes straight to rains head. The glassy eyed thing staring at him like he’s a marble statue, carved by the delicate hand of a master. It’s awful, he considers letting phantom touch him as he pleases until dew has his hands on his waist, pulling him back with a snarl.

“Absolutely not. Hands off”

“Dew” rain warns.

“You haven’t been good enough to touch him” dew growls again, staring phantom directly in the eye with a look that would be threatening to him if it was anyone besides dewdrop.

“And you’re still not in charge.” Rain scolds, tearing himself from dews grip. “Don’t be selfish, I gave you your attention. Didnt think it would make you so spoiled”

“But rainy” dew protests.

“Honestly I don’t think either of you have been good enough to touch me”

Dew and phantom look at each other in shock as rain moves to sit in the chair across from the bed. Thighs hiked up on the arm rests in a lazy position giving a perfect view of his cunt to the other two ghouls. He moves his hands down his thighs slowly as if he’s teasing himself, a wicked smile on his face.

“Think you two should make up, put on a show for me” rain rubs up between his folds, barely brushing his clit that is on display. He bites his lip at the electric shock that courses through his body from the small touch, a gasp on his lips.

“You don’t mean what I think you mean”

“You know I do. Make up with him and then if you do well enough you two can share me”

Phantom and dew stare at each other for a second in some kind of pseudo dominance contest. A silent argument of who will submit to the other, admit what is in their eyes, defeat.

“Gonna let me fuck you baby boy?” Dew asked, low and gravely as he crawls over to phantom who looks like he’s about to claw him if he lays a hand on him, “put on a good show for rainy? Sure you make such pretty sounds when you’re actually behaving”

“And who said I have to be the one whimpering like a whore? You seem to need to be rains bitch all the time, I might as well make you mine too”

Phantom sits up to face dew too, a mischievous look in his eyes. Another silent argument to see who backs down first without actually laying hands on each other. Dew wants a fight, more than happy with physical force, but the satisfaction of phantom possibly asking dew to fuck him is enough to keep him still in their stand off.

“You’d look so pretty though stuffed with my cock. I know you can be such an obedient little thing, maybe I just need to get you all stupid and cock drunk so you’ll be good” dew closes in, his face only inches from phantoms. Phantom can feel his hot breath on his neck, lips practically touching the sensitive skin. He doesn’t want to give up, doesn’t want to give dew the pleasure of knowing he’s won.

It’s hard to think. Between being able to smell rains own arousal, seeing him slowly play with himself at the sight of the two on the bed, and dew who is practically closing in on him. He would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that dews harsh words and degrading tone weren’t getting to him.

“Just say yes bug, tell me how much you want me”

Dew grabs phantoms chin in his hand, looking down at him from hooded lids. There’s a dizzying feeling in his head from the way dews other hands roams his body. Pets over his hip, plays with the waistband of his pants asking to get rid of them. He wants it. He wants dews hands on him, wants him to shame him for giving up so easily. Doesn’t care if dew gets cocky about it, just wants to be touched finally.

“Please, do something just touch me, need you” phantom starts to babble. His hands fly to dews to help in tearing off his own clothes. He tugs at his pants with dew before ripping his shirt over his head. There’s no time to process his state of exposure before he’s throwing himself onto dew.

“God if I knew you’d be this easy I would’ve bent you over a long time ago” dew laughs.

“Shut up, just do something, anything” phantom growls. He roughly tugs at dews own clothing as dew simply lays back and lets him. He has a cocky aura to him, a smugness about letting phantom act desperate after his stunts earlier.

“Gotta stop groping me like a slut and then maybe I’ll fuck you like one”

Phantoms off him in an instant. He lays back against the headboard, thighs open as his cock sits red and angry on his belly. Dew can see everything in this position, phantom completely on display for him. The way his cock fucking leaks from being hard for what seems like hours now, his little hole that is basically begging for dews cock in it, he looks more obscene than dew would like to admit.

“Stop fucking teasing then and prove it” phantom groans while dew and rain just watch him. Rain still sits on his throne like he’s waiting to be impressed. A slow slick sound comes from his fingers as he continues to lazily stroke his cunt.

It’s a challenge, something to provoke dew into being rougher with him and they both know it. Phantoms dragged down the bed in a second, knees pushed up against his chest.

“Shouldn’t have to prove anything to you when you’re already whining for it. You’ll fucking take anyone as long as it gets your little dick off won’t you?” Dew spits sloppily into his hand, smearing the saliva around phantoms hole. It’s barely enough glide for two fingers as dew shoves them in haphazardly. Phantom scrunches his face at the burn, a small whimper coming out of his mouth.

“Yeah? Is that all you needed?”

“Just fuck me already please-“ phantom squeaks as dew leans down to tease at his cock. He mouths over it, cleans the pool of pre that gathered on his stomach. He can feel it twitch over his lips and if dew thought he had any more time he would be more than happy to continue to savor his taste.

“Gotta get you stretched out. Don’t want to hurt you” dew coos, scissoring his fingers to open phantom up.

“Make it hurt fuck- dew please make it hurt” phantom cries as dew kitten licks at the tip again.

Dew can’t help but let out a shaky curse at the quints begging. He tears his fingers out to spit again in an attempt to lube himself up enough for phantom, even despite the pleas for it to hurt. Dew thinks he may black out. Getting phantom underneath him is satisfying enough, but for him to beg him to hurt him? Let him make a mess of him in front of rain? Dew truly doesn’t know how he can control himself.

“Yeah, I got you baby boy don’t worry” dew reassures him. He’s cute, even despite his awful mouth.

They both groan in unison once dew finally pushes into him. He’s slow, watching phantom for any signs of actual discomfort, but phantom looks like he’s about to cry if he doesn’t cum soon. He arches off the bed, hands fisted in the sheets below him. There’s a pretty flush down his chest as he pants trying to adjust.

“Please move please dew you gotta move come on” phantom cries.

“I’ll make such a mess of you, promise I’ll take care of you”

Rain still watches in amusement. Seeing his dew fuck the brat out of the sweet ghoul below him is more than entertaining. It’s beyond arousing to see him so commanding, watching as he completely takes phantom apart on his cock. He fingers himself open watching the two desperately fuck each other. Slick leaks from the three fingers stuffed inside of him and onto the chair, hot and messy. He can’t help himself, can’t help the little grunts and whines he makes as he watches dew fuck phantom hard and fast into the mattress.

He can tell they’re both close, the insults and degrading words fizzled out into curses and moans that have rain trying to not bring himself to edge too just watching them.

“Stop, off of each other” rain calls out retracting his own soaked fingers from himself.

Phantom nearly sobs as dew does what he’s told and pulls out. He scrambles to grab at him to keep inside to no avail.

“No rain please I need it” phantom begs

“If you stay quiet I’ll let you both cum in me, give you a little treat for being good yeah?” Rain pets over phantoms hair, laughing a bit at the tears in his eyes before laying next to them.

“Didn’t think you two should be allowed to have all the fun. Especially since you’ve been whiny brats this entire time”

Rain beckons dew over with a finger, silently telling him what he wants. He’s already loose and slippery from playing with him, doesn’t take any effort for dew to slip right inside of him. He’s hot and wet and so fucking pretty that dew doesn’t know if he will be able to last.

“You too bug, come here” rains calls

“I- will I fit?”

“Baby I think aethers thicker than the two of you combined, more worried if you’ll even get me off like this”

It’s mean, degrading, rains harsh tone and uninterested expression making dew and phantom both desperate to please him. They can barely comprehend their own thoughts, long since close to their own edges. Phantom isn’t sure he will last either just being in rain, let alone with dew pressed tightly next to him.

It’s almost too much. Phantom barely fits despite rain chastising them for not being enough. It’s slick enough that he pops right in with a sick wet sound, making all 3 curse with each other.

“Can’t move rainy, too much” phantom cries. His limbs shake, thighs trying to keep from bucking into him even though he knows he will cum almost immediately.

“I know, let me cum around you two and I promise I’ll give you whatever you want” rain pants as he reaches down to circle his own clit. He’s sensitive, borderline painfully so. Can’t help but clench down every time he touches himself even though he’s stuffed to the brim.

It doesn’t help dew and phantoms situation, even just his tight cunt clenching around them has them both teetering on the edge of their own orgasms.

“Too close raincloud, it’s too much I won’t last please-“ dew calls out, vision blurry as rains continues to leak around them

“Cum for me then, fill me up” rain gasps. His fingers twitch as he gets closer.

It doesn’t take much, phantom and dew both painfully hard and sensitive, just a couple more strokes is all they need before they are both filling rain beyond his limit. It’s hot, too much as rain also cums around them, feeling his own slick gush out of him.

He’s gross, a complete mess as dew and phantom pull out to gawk at the sight in front of them. Rain is fucking gaping, cum and his own arousal leaking out of him. It’s obscene how ruined he looks, pussy swollen and abused.

“You ok raincloud?” Dew asked, slightly concerned as they all come down from their highs.

“M fine angelfish” rain pants. He’s flushed and tired, panting from exhaustion and how sore he’s starting to feel. “Proud of both of you, happy I finally got you to get along”

“Dew started it” phantom finally speaks up.

“Fuck you bug” dew laughs

#I got so carried away #it could’ve been worse but I needed to stop jfc #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul

[midnight-moth]

Can we get some of Mountain helping Dew with some DPT to help decompress? I think he'd love the big boy just with him after a long show

Ooooo. Sometimes only big earth boy will do.

Cw anxiety and panic

“Dew, ritual’s over now. You can relax.” It’s more of a gentle suggestion than a criticism or a command. But Dew still levels Mountain with a look that is equal parts frantic and desperately sad.

Mountain has seen that look before. And even if he can’t exactly hear Dew in his monitor, he can still see him throwing his pick at the ground hard enough that maybe it’s now embedded into the stage like a throwing star.

And he could see him stomp off to the side of the stage and disappear for a moment. He could see Rain dashing out of the war path and then digging his toe into the floor like he’s snuffing a cigarette. A nervous tick that is increasingly rare.

So something must really be wrong.

Mountain hopes that whatever it was, it’s long forgotten as the ritual progresses. But he can see rigidity in the normally fluid movement as Dew stalks back and forth.

Mountain reached out and places a very large hand on Dew’s chest, pressing pause on the little map he is scuffing into the floor with his boots.

Maybe it’s the physical contact, maybe it’s the fact that Mountain cares enough - to care - to not see it as a tantrum. Rather exhaustion and frustration and the need, the obsession, for perfection.

Mountain brackets himself around Dew, creating a shield between him and the rest of the world. His imposing height feels like safety. The steady rise and fall of his chest is like a metronome, and Dew finds himself trying to keep the beat. Breathe in, breathe out.

But that still doesn’t slow the thoughts that keep racing, the way his heart beats fast and irregular like it’s just going to quit on him.

Mountain knows that now is not the time to press for answers. Dew will just work himself into a frenzy trying to explain everything that went wrong, force himself to relive it and go through all the steps in his head. Like reading an instruction manual. Trying to figure out which bolt he missed that made the whole thing come loose.

Instead, he leads Dew to the shifty looking loveseat against the wall. It’s like moving a ragdoll, which would normally cause concern. But in this case it means trust.

Trust that is placed in very few, trust that Mountain will do whatever is in Dew’s best interests, that he will tend to his wounds be they metaphysical or bodily, bruised ego or broken heart.

He gathers Dew in his lap, arranging him just so, so that he can lean his head against Mountain’s chest to hear the steady thump of his heart, so that Mountain can wrap his arms around his body and box him in with his legs, curl his tail around his waist.

When he really starts to squeeze, Dew lets out a little chuff.

“Too hard?”

Mountain feels Dew’s tail coil around his forearm, grounding and affectionate. “No, just right.”

It is just right, no one can really just get around him like Mountain can. Make him feel like he’s flanked by two ghouls, one on each side.

Mountain doesn’t have to say it, but he needs Dew to know it, not just guess at it, “I’ll be here as long as you need, or want, not letting go until you tell me to.”

The corners of Dew’s mouth curl into a smile, “I guess you’re carrying me to the bus then?”

Mountain ruffles his hair with a few exaggerated kisses, “Deal.”

#midnight moth writes #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost fanfic #cw anxiety #just doing my thing and writing things real fast to not overthink it #I hope it’s okay #someone come crush me I have to get my haircut tomorrow #mountain x dewdrop #dewdrop x mountain #midnight moth asks

[eddievanhammettmunson]

Timezone

Rockstar Eddie Munson x AFAB reader

Author’s note- hola my ghouls, goblins and fellow gremlins. This fic is based on the song Timezone by Måneskin. I recommend going and giving it a listen. Anyway, enjoy.

Warnings- cursing, smut. Unprotected p in v. Oral (m receiving)

Summary- Eddie is on tour with corroded coffin missing his girl. 3k words

*You're wearing my old clothes, but you, you wear it better. And every time I see your face, the moon should be jealous*

“Hey sweetheart”

“Hey Ed’s. Why are you calling? Shouldn’t you be getting ready”

“Yeah I just wanted to hear your voice. What are you doing right now?”

“Laying in bed….wearing your shirt. I miss you Ed’s.”

Eddie sighs and rubs a hand over his face. He misses you too. Like crazy actually. He thought living out his dreams would be more fun but it’s proving to be exhausting and without you by his side everything is taking a toll on him.

“I miss you too doll. I gotta go get ready but keep my shirt on will ya? Looks better on you anyway.”

“I will. Hardly take your clothes off anymore since you left. Have fun at the show Ed’s. I love you.”

*And I’ll keep talking to the wall ‘till he’s a friend of mine

I call you every hour just to tell you that I’m losing my mind*

After the show the first thing Eddie does is run off stage and call you. Even though you just spoke on the phone before the show. It’s become more like this lately. Not being able to stand being apart from your voice even.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Hi Ed’s. Why are you calling so late?”

“I’m going crazy here without you doll. Being stuck on these buses and planes with Gareth and the guys is driving me crazy. God I miss you.”

“I miss you too Ed’s you know that but look on the bright side. You’re out there following your dreams. Now I hate to do this Ed’s but I have to go. I'm supposed to be asleep right now and I have work in the morning okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweets.”

You hang up the phone and go to sleep hugging yourself in your bed.

*Now I know you’re sleeping

Where I’m supposed to be in

Wish I could have stayed*

After you hang up the phone Eddie sighs on the other end. He goes back to his room for the night and strums away on his guitar for a bit lost in thought. Every thought in his mind are just thoughts of you and how it would be to hold you right now. How it would feel to be inside you, beside you, always. He falls asleep holding his guitar.

*Only thing that keeps us apart

Is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is a different timezone

So fuck what I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning

I'm coming home

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is a different timezone*

The next day at practice a fight broke out between Gareth and Eddie. Eddie storms off and goes to sit in his room when Gareth knocks on the door.

“Fuck off man!”

“Fuck you Eddie open the door so we can work this out”

Eddie sighs and opens the door and Gareth walks in and sits on the edge of Eddie’s bed.

“Eddie what the fuck is going on with you man? You’re so on edge, man.”

Eddie sighs and runs his hands down his face.

“I don’t know man. I just….”

“You just what?”

“I miss y/n man. And Wayne. It’s just a lot harder being away from home than I thought.”

Gareth walks over to Eddie and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Eddie, it's okay to miss them. I miss my family too.”

“I’m going crazy, man I really am. If I could just see her or have her here it would be better you know?”

*Tomorrow I got another plane, I'm not gonna take it

Instead, I'm gonna fly straight to you, I paid double for the tickets*

At the airport the next day Eddie sat in the terminal debating. The rest of the band is flying off to Vegas for their next concert in 4 days and he’s supposed to be getting on that plane. But then why is he standing here looking at flights to Indiana.

“Eddie!”

Gareth calls Eddie across the terminal. If he’s gonna get on that plane he has to do it now.

“Eddie!”

“I’ll catch you in Vegas Gareth.”

“Where the hell are you going man.”

“I’m going to see my girl.”

“You’re gonna be in such deep shit man.”

“It’s worth it if I get to see her.”

Eddie walks up to the counter and requests a ticket to Indiana for tonight. They make him pay twice as much for an economy ticket cause there’s only 1 seat left on the plane. Eddie feels like the luckiest guy in the world. Getting on the plane he knows it was the right call. He doesn’t even know if you’ll be home when he gets there but if you aren’t he’ll just wait till you get home.

*And I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed

And they can say whatever, we'll be making love, I'm fucking you tonight*

Eddie doesn’t get into Hawkins until around 10 pm and when he finally gets back to your home it’s around 10:30. He hopes you’re not asleep but he can tell you’re not by the way the light in the living room is still on. He realises you’re probably waiting for him to call you cause he hasn’t called all day. Part of him feels bad cause he knows you’re probably worried but he can’t bring himself to feel too bad when he knows he’s about to see you.

He walks up to the door and knocks. He hears some shuffling and the unlocking of the door when it suddenly swings open and you’re standing there in his Metallica t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

“Eddie! What the hell are y-“

You’re cut off mid sentence by Eddie tackling you back in the breath snatching hug. His face is tucked into your neck and he’s hugging you so hard you can hardly breathe. You hold onto him and run your hands up and down his back in a soothing motion until he finally lets go and steps back just enough to brush some hair out of your face.

“Hi sweetheart.”

“Hi Ed’s.”

Something in your face didn’t look overjoyed to see him. He became concerned that maybe you were mad he was here.

“Everything okay sweets?”

“Yeah Ed’s.”

“You look a little mad sweetheart?”

“Oh no no no! Eddie I’m not mad! God you have no idea how happy I am to see you right now. I’m just worried. What happened? What about the contracts and the concerts? Don’t you have obligations.”

Eddie sighs and runs his hands up and down your arms.

“Yeah I’m gonna be in a little trouble when I meet up with the guys in Vegas in a couple days. But fuck all that sweetheart. Fuck everything. I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of trying to do this without you. I need you. I need you so fucking bad it’s not even funny. I’ve been losing my mind without you. Fuck the contracts right now. I’ll deal with the consequences later. Just. Just tell me you need me too?”

“Of course I need you Eddie. I’ll always need you.”

“Then will you come with me?”

“What?”

“Come with me. When I go back on tour. I need you there with me babe. I can’t do it without you.”

“I’ll think about it okay. Just tell me what you need at this moment.”

“I need to make love to you right now. I’m fucking you tonight okay baby?”

“Of course Ed’s.”

Eddie captures you in a heated kiss and lifts you off of the ground and carries you into the bedroom. He sets you down gently on the edge of the bed and stands at the end of it. He begins to undress himself and you do the same until you’re both naked at the end of the bed.

“Here rockstar. Let me help you out a bit.”

“What are yo-“ Eddie watches as you get onto your knees. You reach up and stroke his cock until it’s hardened in your hand. You pay special attention to the tip as you drool a little bit on the end and use your drool to smear down the shaft and work your way back up.

Eddie is a moaning mess above you.

“Oh f-fuck sweetheart. You have no idea how much I missed this.”

“How about this?”

“How about wh-OH FUCK”

Is all Eddie manages to say before you’ve taken him into your mouth quickly and sank down until he’s hitting the back of your throat and you’re gagging. You suck anyway. Bobbing your head up and down and up and down faster and faster as Eddie loses all composure above you. He’s got his hand in your hair guiding your head.

You press your tongue up against his tip and suck the precum leaking from him and he thinks he might just lose his load then and there so he reluctantly pulls your head off his cock.

“What happened Eddie? Did I bite you or something?”

“No no no sweetie I just really wanna fuck your right now and if I let you keep going I was gonna lose it all.”

“We’ve got all night for you to fuck me eddie.”

“I know baby I know but I need this right now. I need you right now. Not just your mouth baby. I wanna make love to you.”

Eddie kneels down to your level and places a kiss on your lips before pushing you to where your back is against the mattress. He slithers a hand between the two of you while you kiss and he begins to rub your clit for a little while until he thinks you’re wet enough.

He removes his hand from your clit and you whine at the loss of contact. You watch as he begins reaching into the night stand to retrieve a condom but you grab his arm and stop him. He looks down at you in shock.

“Fuck sweetheart are you sure?”

“Yeah Ed’s. I’ve missed you so fucking much. Need to feel you. All of you.”

“Holy fucking shit baby you can’t just say shit like that to me you’re gonna make me bust before I’m even in you.”

You laugh and slap his arm and he laughs and leans in to kiss you. The kiss becomes all tongue and clashing teeth as the two of you grind into each other harder and harder until either of you can’t stand not being joined as one.

He spreads your legs and lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in. The stretch is divine. After being gone for a few months you feel incredibly tight to Eddie and he almost feels like he’s going to pass out from the pleasure he’s feeling. Not only is he getting to fuck you right now. But he’s getting to fuck you raw. Boy you both have got it bad for each other.

But Eddie meant it when he said he wanted to make love to you. He pulls out almost all the way and then pushes back in roughly and all the air is knocked out of you. Every stroke is deep and slow. The roll of his hips is a steady rhythm. He’s hanging onto the head bored behind you as he needs it to steady himself as he fucks into you so deeply.

You’ve pretty much already melted beneath him but when he finds that one spongy spot inside you that makes your entire body convulse around him he knows to hit that spot. With the next roll of his hips he sneaks the hand not holding the headboard down between the two of you and begins rubbing your clit in figure eights.

You’re holding onto him for dear life. Scratching down his back with your nails. Running your fingers through his hair.

He pulls back to look into your eyes and you’re overcome with emotion. All the love you two have for each other is pouring out at this moment. You can see and feel how much he loves you and you just can’t hold back as you begin to sob.

Eddie seems to understand as he reaches he rests his forehead against yours and you hear him sniffle a little bit. He rolls his hips again and you let out a broken moan through tears. Grabbing onto him even tighter than you thought you could.

Instead of stopping Eddie just leans down and licks the tears off your face and pushes in a little deeper and you can begin to feel your orgasm building in your tummy. Eddie knowing you and knowing your tells can tell you’re close and knows he’s rushing towards his orgasm as well.

Eddie begins kissing and sucking all over your body. Marking you up and leaving hickies all over you. His mouth reaches your breasts and latches on to your nipple and begins to suck away.

The combination of his cock driving into you, his mouth on your breast, and his hand on your clit is enough to have you hurtling towards the edge. Screaming Eddie’s name into the night.

Eddie keeps driving into you chasing his own orgasm as he begins to speed up. You want to ensure you feel all of him so you wrap your legs around him to prevent him from pulling out.

“F-fuck sweets are you sure?”

“Yes Eddie. P-please cum in me I need to f-feel you”

Eddie cums right then and there. His whole body is rigid as your body milks him for all he’s worth and he paints your walls white. He swears in that moment he’s never cum that much or that hard in his life.

His body slumps on top of yours and he wraps his hands behind your back and presses you into him as he leaves tiny kisses up and down your shoulder as the both of you breathe deeply.

The two of you fall asleep cuddled in each other breathing each other in.

*Now I know you're sleeping

Where I'm supposed to be in

Wish I could've stayed*

The next 2 days are over in a flash and before you know it you’re standing in the airport saying your goodbye to Eddie. You decided not to join him on the last leg of his tour because he only had a few more cities to go before he’d be home anyway and you couldn’t afford to take the time off work. But you promised you’d go with him on the next tour and this time as he said goodbye you sent him off with a kiss, a scrunchie, and a box full of Polaroids to look at.

“Sweetheart you’re sure you don’t wanna come with me?”

“Wanting and being able to are two different things, Eddie. Of course I want to go with you. But I think we both know I can’t right now. We’ll call each other everyday and then see each other in a few weeks anyway when the tour is over. You can make it Eddie. It’s your dream, remember.”

“My dream doesn’t mean shit without you honestly.”

You laugh a little bit and wipe a stray tear.

“I promise I’ll come with you on the next tour in a few months Eddie. But you always have me. Whether I’m with you in person or not. This is your dream and I’ll be right here waiting for you when you come back. It’ll all be worth it.”

He kisses you on the forehead and you watch as he boards the plane and takes off. You both cry when the other person can’t see you.

Eddie lands in Vegas and gets in trouble with his team but says it was worth it and that he’ll most likely do it again in the future.

*Only thing that keeps us apart

Is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is a different timezone

So fuck what I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning

I'm coming home

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is a different timezone*

The rest of the tour goes well. Eddie and you call each other pretty much everyday when you’re able to. Eddie still misses you like crazy and of course you miss him but being able to see him for those couple days really helped the both of you. Eddie came back to the tour feeling refreshed from seeing his girl. His arguments with the bad went way down in numbers. But he still couldn’t wait for the tour to be over. Eddie began a countdown till when he’d be able to see you again.

“3 more days Gareth!”

“3 more days till what Eddie?”

“3 more days till the tours over Gareth? Duh! 3 more days till I can see my girl again!”

Gareth laughs and leaves Eddie’s room.

*So fuck what I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning

I'm coming home

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is a different timezone*

Three days later Eddie plays his last concert in Los Angeles and thanks the crowd. He dedicates his last song to his girlfriend back home. Once the concert is over the first thing Eddie does is rush off stage and find the nearest phone where he dials your number.

“Hi Ed’s! How was the show?”

“It was a great show baby, the crowd was amazing. You know what’s even more amazing?”

“What’s amazing baby?”

“The fact that I have a flight an hour from now.”

“What! Eddie, I thought you wouldn’t be home till tomorrow at the earliest!”

“Pulled some strings baby. I’m coming home. Be ready. Once I get home you’re not getting rid of me. No more separation.”

“Never. I’ll be ready when you get here Eddie.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#eddie x you #eddie my love <3 #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson hc #eddie x plus size reader #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #hellfire stranger things #hellfiremunsonn #hellfire club #fanfiction #fanfic #lemon fic #maneskin

[madangel19]

For the writing requests. Maybe ssoommeee SwissDew annoying each other bc they don’t wanna admit they’re attracted to each other

NSFW or not up to u whatever inspiration strikes

~ @atmosghoul

Oh boy this was a fun one to do >;3 I love me some SwissDew. It didn't quite turn out the way you asked for it, but it's still something @atmosghoul :D Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: Oral (Swiss licking a dirty Dewdrop clean), quintessence use, hypnosis kink

Word Count: 1383

It was a seemingly peaceful evening down in the ghoul den. Swiss was enjoying some sweet liquor while watching a movie with the ghoulettes. It was nice to relax after such a long day of band practice and chores.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dewdrop walking into the room. The fire ghoul’s gaze first fell on him and there was a playful glint in his fiery eyes as he smirked.

“Hey there, Dewy! You wanna join us?” Sunshine asked, her smile beaming.

“Sure,” the fire ghoul replied, still keeping his focus on Swiss.

The fire ghoul had been acting off around Swiss recently. He was always a bit standoffish whenever he encountered him in the halls and Swiss always caught him staring during some rehearsals. The multi ghoul tried his best to charm him in his usual ways, but Dewdrop always ignored him despite the noticeable glow to his cheeks. It was only a manner of time before he made the fire ghoul crack. He would just have to try harder.

Swiss looked down at his half empty cup and got an idea as Dewdrop walked over to sit on the couch. The fire ghoul spread his legs out, taking up as much space as possible with a loud sigh.

“You wanna drink?” Cumulus chimed, offering an open beer can to Dewdrop.

“You don’t want that,” Swiss said, slapping the can out of Dewdrop’s hand and spilling it on his pants. The fire ghoul let out a surprised yelp and was on his feet in an instant. The ghoulettes chittered worriedly amongst themselves

“What the fuck, Swiss?! Those were my favorite pants!” Dewdrop hissed.

“Aw, it’s okay, hon. I’ll get a towel,” Cumulus said.

“I can help him. Just come with me, Spitfire,” Swiss crowed, getting up and taking Dewdrop by the hand. Dewdrop grumbled something under his breath, but he didn’t resist as Swiss guided him to a bathroom. Swiss gave a thumbs up to Cirrus who nodded at him before turning her attention back to the movie.

“I liked these pants. You better do a good job cleaning me up,” Dewdrop growled once they were in the bathroom. 

Swiss looked around the bathroom and noticed that there were no towels to be used. It was cleaning day. They would be returned later.

“Well, it looks like we don’t have any towels in here, but I’ll still clean you up, Spitfire. Sit,” Swiss ordered.

“Why? How are you gonna clean me with no towels?” Dewdrop questioned, crossing his arms, his tail lashing around angrily. Despite him being pissed off, the fire ghoul looked absolutely adorable. 

“I’m gonna lick you clean. Now sit or else you’ll be all sticky and I’ll have to take longer,” Swiss said, looming over the smaller ghoul. 

The blush had returned to his cheeks and there was a hint of a smile on his lips as he looked up at him. Swiss noticed a bulge forming in the fire ghoul’s pants and he chuckled as he placed both hands on his hips and pushed him onto the toilet seat with ease. Dewdrop didn’t resist. Swiss took a deep breath as he sniffed the air, catching the mixed smell of his arousal mixed with the sweet beer. It was a delicious scent. 

“Make sure you do a good job of cleaning me. I don’t want to miss the movie,” Dewdrop said.

“We can always watch it later. We’re not leaving until you’re spotless,” Swiss purred, kneeling between Dewdrop’s legs.

“Aether will be looking for me,” Dewdrop murmured.

“Cirrus will tell him that you’re busy. Don’t you worry, Spitfire. I’ll take good care of you,” Swiss purred before slowly licking up the beer from Dewdrop’s pants. 

The fire ghoul was tense at first, not daring to move his hands. Swiss noticed and smirked as he licked around his tight pants. He knew just the thing to relax the smaller ghoul.

“You okay there, Dew?”

“I…I’m fine.”

“You sure? I can help you out some.”

“How?”

Swiss’s smile grew as he pulled away from his pants. He wagged his tail excitedly as he thought of all the things he wanted to do with the smaller ghoul.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Dewdrop cocked an eyebrow, crossing his arms again.

“I know what you’re gonna do. Aether does the same thing with me. You’re not as strong as he is,” he said smugly. 

“Is that so? Wanna bet on it?” Swiss suggested.

“Absolutely. If you can turn my whole brain off, then you can do whatever the fuck you want with me and if you can’t, then I’m leaving,” Dewdrop said.

“Deal. Open your mouth, Dewy,” Swiss purred. 

Dewdrop rolled his eyes and did as he was told. Swiss placed both of his hands on either side of Dewdrop’s head as he pulled him into a deep kiss. Dewdrop’s mouth was hot as he kissed him hungrily, pushing his tongue against his. Swiss exhaled, filling Dewdrop’s lungs and his head with his magic. Dewdrop gasped softly and moaned into the kiss as he grabbed a hold of Swiss’s strong arms. They were trembling as if trying to fight his magic before becoming limp. It was working. All those evenings of practicing with Aether really did help him.

Swiss reached down with his right hand and palmed at Dewdrop’s tight sticky pants, getting another moan out from him as he thrusted desperately against his hand. 

After a few seconds, Swiss pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips. Dewdrop looked completely different now. He swayed from side to side, eyes half-lidded as if high out of his mind. He hiccupped, breathing a small cloud of smoke with a giggle.

“Well, what do you think, Dewy?” Swiss asked, lightly patting the smaller ghoul’s cheek.

“I…I like that. Just…like…Aether…,” Dewdrop murmured.

“Mm, I like the sound of that. Looks like I won,” Swiss purred as he moved to unbutton Dewdrop’s pants. He was stopped when the fire ghoul grabbed his hand.

“I’m….still conscious, dickhead,” Dewdrop growled despite looking like he was about to fall over.

“You sure, Dew? Looks like you’re gonna fall over any moment now,” Swiss replied, curious to see what was going to happen next. 

“I’m…one-hundred…percent….sure. You lose…and now…I’m going to…bed,” Dewdrop slurred as he pushed Swiss to the side and got up in slow motion. He immediately fell forward and Swiss stopped his fall, wrapping his arms and his tail around him.

“Aw shit. Looks like I gave you too much, little guy. Let’s get you to bed,” Swiss said, picking him up and tossing him over his shoulder with ease.

“I…can walk. Let…me…go…,” Dewdrop grumbled while weakly pounding his fists against his back. Swiss chuckled as he walked out of the bathroom and made his way to his room.

This wasn’t exactly how Swiss had imagined his evening to go, but it was an amusing end to a long day. Hopefully the effects of his quintessence would ease off of Dew and he could give him a proper apology and make things up to him. 

“Why are you…taking me to…your room? I wanna go to…my room,” Dewdrop complained.

“Relax, Dew. I’m not gonna do anything funny unless you want me to. You can have one of  my pajama pants,” Swiss said once he was in his room.

“You got…a fat ass…They’ll be…too big,” Dewdrop said.

“It’s either that or your sticky pants or nothing at all. You pick,” Swiss said while putting Dewdrop on his nest of a bed. The fire ghoul was silent before unbuttoning his pants and tossing them to the side. 

“You…did a shit job of…cleaning them,” he grumbled while curling up amongst the blankets and pillows. 

“I tried my best. How you feeling?” Swiss asked, sitting next to him on the bed. 

“Like I….ate an edible and…smoked a whole bong…,” Dewdrop replied.

“You still hard?”

“...Yeah…”

Swiss was silent as he thought of what to say next. He scooched closer to the smaller ghoul and hummed when the familiar smell came to him.

“You want me to help you out?”

More silence. Dewdrop grunted as he turned to face him with a pleading look in his eyes. Swiss already knew the answer that he was going to get.

“Yes…please.”

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss x dewdrop #fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

[forlorn-crows]

Compromise

Rating: M for Mature

Pairing(s): Aeon/Mountain

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, complicated relationships, emotional post-ritual hotel hand-jobs, some dry humping, and magick use. mountain and aeon need to figure their shit out. tonight is not that night.

Words: 2,905

Summary: He and Aeon haven’t talked, not really, about where they stand with each other. There hasn’t been time, especially not when he’s constantly plastered to Rain and Swiss’ sides instead. Mountain understands. He does. But the longing for familiarity was too hard to ignore tonight, tugging him to Aeon’s room after a sour night at a local dive bar. or Mountain misses Aether. Who he has is Aeon.

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There’s a pregnant pause, stale hotel air lingering between them.

“I’m not him.”

“I know that.”

“Mount—”

“Please, don’t make me ask again. I just thought . . . I just thought maybe I could be selfish. For once.”

“You don’t really want me, do you.”

Aether is the name that goes unspoken. Mountain swallows. Fidgets with the hem of his shirt.

“That’s not it,” he says at length. “You know that’s not it.” 

“But tonight?”

Mountain sighs. There’s a stinging at the corners of his eyes that he blinks away. He and Aeon haven’t talked, not really , about where they stand with each other. There hasn’t been time, especially not when he’s constantly plastered to Rain and Swiss’ sides instead. Mountain understands. He does. 

But the longing for familiarity was too hard to ignore tonight, tugging him to Aeon’s room after a sour night at a local dive bar. 

“Miss him,” Mountain whispers to his shoes, ashamed to say it. Ashamed to admit the reason he showed up was because he can’t get the itch for quintessence out from under his skin. “Miss . . .” he gestures vaguely, “ it .” 

Aeon nods and opens the door another inch. 

“Okay,” he says simply. A flicker of what looks like pity crosses his face, but it’s replaced with a kind smile just as quickly. 

Mountain contemplates turning right back around. He doesn’t need pity. He needs comfort . 

“Come on, big guy,” Aeon says, still holding the door open. It snaps him into movement, shuffling his feet through the doorway and pausing in the middle of the room while Aeon shuts and locks the door behind them. 

“It’s not my intention to insult you by seeking your company,” Mountain mutters, spinning to face the quintessence ghoul. 

Aeon shrugs. “We’re packmates now. If I can help then . . .” He reaches out to capture Mountain’s hand in both of his, smoothing over his knuckles with his thumbs. He speaks with such ease, such confidence, always. “I’ll help. But it’s me , not him. Okay?” 

“You,” Mountain agrees. 

Aeon turns his hand over, running lanky fingers along the lines of his palm. “What do you wanna do?” he asks quietly. 

Mountain watches him trace across his skin, guitar-roughened fingertips dipping into the valleys between his own callouses. In another circumstance, he’d lean into it. Let his fingers drift down the veins of his wrist, migrate to other places. Or, maybe he’d joke about him reading his fortune through the junctions of wrinkles, and Aeon would tease back about seeing himself in his future. 

Tonight, though, Aeon simply looks up at Mountain expectantly, fingers stilling. 

“Um, can we lie together?” Mountain finally asks. “You at my back and . . .” He glances down at their hands again. “I want to feel it,” he whispers after another moment. “You. Your magick.” 

“Use my quintessence on you?”

Mountain nods silently. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. But he’s already bared his underbelly to Aeon now, vulnerability on display. 

“Only a little bit.”

Aeon tilts his head, narrows his eyes in thought. Then he shrugs and lets Mountain’s hand fall back to his side. 

“Sure,” he says, stepping back some. But he offers a genuine smile, dark onyx eyes meeting emerald green. “I’ll let you get comfy first. However you like.”

Mountain attempts a smile in return. But it’s bittersweet, weary. 

“Thank you.” It’s a loaded statement, one he hopes Aeon can parse out the multitude of thanks that he really means. He toes off his half-tied shoes and shucks his flannel, setting them by the door. He hesitates, but takes his jeans off too, adding them to the top of the pile before heading back towards the bed Aeon’s currently turning down for them. 

Mountain sets his hands on the quint ghouls shoulders. “Will you let me help you with, uh, these?” he asks, pinching the fabric of Aeon’s hoodie between his fingers. 

He nods over his shoulder and steps aside. “Here. Sit down first.” 

Mountain obliges, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Aeon places himself between his legs, holding his arms out at his sides. Mountain slips his hands under the hem, slowly running his palms up his taut stomach, then around to the space between his shoulder blades. He rucks up the fabric in his hands, encouraging the smaller ghoul to duck so he can slip it over his head, minding his horns. 

Aeon blinks, shakes the hair from his eyes. “Hi,” he deadpans.

The earth ghoul huffs a laugh through his nose. “Hi,” he mumbles, pulling the rest of the garment down the length of his arms and off at the wrists. 

“Don’t know that I’ve ever seen you this close before,” Aeon muses after Mountain tosses his sweatshirt aside. Casual. Conversational. Like Mountain didn’t almost embarrassingly stomp away down the dingy corridor a few minutes prior. 

“It’s kinda like seeing you for the first time.”

Mountain looks at him then, picking out the tiny specks of lavender in his dark eyes. His eyes flit across the rest of his face; over the lighter blotches of gray skin, his angular nose, the deep indentation of his pronounced philtrum above thin lips, and all the way up to the perpetually messy layers of short, dark hair. 

“Suppose it is,” Mountain admits. “Can I . . ?” His hands hover over Aeon’s waistband, waiting for permission. 

“Yeah.” 

Mountain unbuckles his belt and undoes the fly of his pants, pausing ever so at the elastic of his boxers. But his fingers twitch away, grasping at the front belt loops and pulling down. Aeon hooks his thumbs into the side of the waistband and shimmies the fabric off his narrow hips, letting the weight of the belt take them the rest of the way down. He kicks them aside, and now the two ghouls match in only t-shirts, underwear, and socks. 

“Acceptable?” he asks, tail shaking out behind him. 

Mountain nods and scoots across the bed. Aeon climbs in after him and settles at his back, pressing their bodies together and draping an arm across Mountain’s middle. 

The earth ghoul wills his spine to unstiffen, to relax. He sighs heavily and feels those tears prickling in his eyes again, hot and stinging. 

Aeon’s other arm snakes under his neck, and his hand comes to rest on the bed next to his forearm. Making a fist and relaxing again. His other hand drifts up towards his sternum, pressing gently as Aeon’s arm melds into his torso. 

“Can you reach the light?” the quint ghoul asks, voice right against Mountain’s ear. He shivers, but reaches over to switch off the reading lamp attached to the headboard. Only the light from the lamp posts outside filters in through the gauzy curtain now, bathing them in muted tones. 

Aeon hums and rubs his thumb over Mountain’s chest. Lazy, slow movements that contrast the frantic beating of his heart just under his hand. 

“Relax, big guy,” he whispers, sending another shiver down his spine. 

Mountain makes a wet, almost pathetic noise at the back of his throat, tail winding around his own calf anxiously. 

Aeon hushes him, and finally he feels that telltale buzz of magick at the places they touch. “I’ve got you.” 

Quintessence bleeds into his skin and seeps down deep into his bones. His body loosens of its own volition, sinking into the mattress and into Aeon. Mountain squeezes his eyes shut and fights not to groan with relief.

He succeeds only barely. “ Fuck ,” he hisses. 

“There you go,” Aeon praises at his back, still rubbing his thumb over the earth ghoul’s sternum. “Better?”

Mountain nods fervently. “Yeah,” he breathes. 

“Good.”

He sinks down into the buzzing in his veins, letting his mind drift as quintessence floods every inch of him. It’s crisper than Aether’s; a cool and precise touch where his would be warm and syrupy. More like the shivers he gets when he listens to Dew’s Respite solo or when Cumulus combs through his hair with her perfectly scratchy nails. 

It hits his brain in waves, every follicle on his body tingling with sensation. Logically, he knows it’s not a lot of magick Aeon’s given him. But he can’t help the way his body soaks it up like parched earth in a rainstorm. Not even because he’s been away from Aether. It’s just his natural response, taking every last little spark into his being and happily letting it take him under. The essence of the universe, of the earth itself, seeping in methodically and euphorically. 

Any part of his brain that feels guilty, weird, or embarrassed about this shuts down in a matter of moments, finally leaving him with the sense of peace he’d been seeking in the first place. 

He can feel Aeon snuggle up even more behind him, feel his hand slip lower to rest on Mountain’s stomach. 

He groans for real then, almost bending in on himself as the quintessence dripping from his hand sinks directly into his core. 

“Feel good?” Aeon asks, voice a little husky. 

More than good, really. He doesn’t want to admit just how much it’s affected him, but he’s sure his body speaks enough for him. Aeon’s hand hovers just above where his cock pokes at the elastic of his boxers, hard against hip. It kicks hard as another shiver works its way down his spine, and Mountain’s sure Aeon can feel it. 

“Sorry,” he gasps, grabbing Aeon’s hand so it doesn’t shift further south. “Can’t help it, I—”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Mountain’s eyes flutter, fingers tightening around Aeon’s hand. Something twists in his gut, but not from arousal. 

Aeon swallows. “We don’t have to. Just. Thought I might offer,” he says in an uncharacteristically small voice. But even through the haze settling over his senses, Mountain can feel how Aeon is hard too, his chubby length pressing into his ass. The two thin layers of fabric between them do nothing to hide it.  

“I think . . . I think I might like that,” the earth ghoul breathes, barely loud enough to be audible. As if stifling his voice he could somehow deny he didn’t want Aeon’s lithe hand to wrap around his cock and pull until he leaks and—

“Unholy—”

“ Lucifer, ” Mountain gasps, arching into Aeon’s hand. The quint ghoul lifts his head as Mountain’s tips back, hooking his chin over his shoulder to get a better look at his hand down the earth ghoul’s pants. 

“How’s that?” 

Mountain huffs a laugh, because obviously it’s good. It feels weird and wrong and right all at the same time, but he doesn’t know how to put that into words, so he groans out a good instead. 

Aeon lets loose a purr, a short, kitten-sounding thing. He tucks his face deeper into the crook of Mountain’s neck, pulling at him from base to tip with lazy strokes. 

“Does it feel like me?”

It takes a moment for Mountain’s brain to catch up to him, to realize what Aeon’s just asked him. He sighs and reaches a hand back to grip his thigh. “Just you, bug,” he promises. 

Aeon’s breath fans over his collarbone, ruffling his shirt collar. 

“Good,” he says gruffly. Mountain can sense a darker tone to it, but it doesn’t matter once his hand kicks up the pressure, twisting over the wet, wide head of his dick and gripping tight at the base on the downstroke. 

Mountain’s abs tense each time he reaches the patch of curls at his groin, twitching his hips and his cock into nothing. He lets himself get lost in Aeon’s touch, in his magick. Mouth going slack and eyes going glossy as he fucks slowly into his tight fist. 

The smaller ghoul throws a leg over Mountain’s hip, rutting his stiffy flush between his clothed cheeks. Another burst of quintessence hits him, likely not on purpose. But it dials into his arousal all the same, causing his cock to spit a glob of precum over Aeon’s knuckles. 

“ Shit ,” Aeon hisses. “How’re you so wet ?”

Heat rises to Mountain’s cheeks, coloring them with a ruddy blush. “You—your type of magick,” he whines. “Does something—makes me— fuck .” Another drop wells up in the slit. Aeon smears it with his thumb. 

“Damn,” is all he says before he starts stroking in earnest, groaning along with Mountain as he humps against his back. What started as languid and hypnotizing quickly turns to heavy and heated. Aeon’s hand steadily increases its pace, his hot breath huffing against the side of Mountain’s face as he humps faster and harder against him. Seeking his own pleasure as much as Mountain’s.

It’s good until it isn’t, Aeon’s enthusiasm bordering on frantic as his pace squeezes hard at Mountain’s emotional state. His head goes staticky, pinpricks of too much cutting through the haze. Suddenly everything is Aeon, down to the smell of oud and iron smothering the air around them. 

Mountain grips his thigh, whimpering and arching away from it all. 

“Not—Aeon, fast —too fast,” he stammers, wringing the sheets with his free hand. 

Aeon falters. Stills his hand at the base of Mountain’s cock and separates their hips. He clears his throat and tries to catch his breath. The only sound for a handful of moments is their shared panting, rapid and harsh against the backdrop of the droning AC unit. 

“You want me to stop?”

"No," Mountain groans, that pleasant tingly feeling turning into an itch under his skin. "Just. I need . . . slower, please." 

Aeon's about to speak, but Mountain interrupts. 

"Not like him," he corrects. "Slower. That's it." 

Mercifully, he feels the quint ghoul nod against his back. 

"Slower," he agrees. "Can I?" He runs his thumb along the underside of Mountain's cock, gone slightly soft because of the overwhelm. 

The earth ghoul takes a shaky breath and nods, covering Aeon's hand with his own. 

"Could you give me more first?" he asks quietly. "Your magick."

Aeon hums. "Yeah, okay." The itching stops within a few heartbeats, replaced again with cool tingles at the base of his scalp. They travel down to his belly, settling in a lazy pool that stirs up his arousal once more. He takes a deep breath, and another, ending with a relieved sigh. 

Mountain guides Aeon's hand then, up and down in a firm fist until he's fully hard once more.

"Yeah, show me," Aeon mumbles, melting his hips back to Mountain's ass. 

"Better," Mountain sighs. " Oh , that's better." 

"Like this?" Aeon mirrors the same movements as before, just in drawn-out motions.

Mountain nods. "Thanks," he whispers, letting his eyes close.

"I gotcha, big guy." 

It isn't perfect. But it's good. Every drag down the head tugs on his foreskin, enough to make him gasp but not hard enough to hurt. He's leaking steadily in no time, the quintessence aiding in helping him let go. Every once in a while Aeon reaches down to cup his balls, heavy as he rolls them across lithe fingers and squeezes them firmly. His own cock grinds steadily into Mountain's back. He’s definitely holding back, speeding up before remembering the earth ghoul's plea and slowing down again. 

It’s not perfect. It won’t be for a while, between them. But Aeon’s hand on his cock is good. His slight body pressed against his back is good. Lucifer below, the sharpness of his quintessence is good . 

Mountain whines when Aeon's free hand grabs his own, intertwining their fingers. The quint ghoul hooks his chin back over his shoulder, pressing his lips against Mountain's downturned ear.

"You close?" he asks. Curious, thankfully, not impatient.

The earth ghoul makes a pained hmmpf sound. "Almost. I—I don't know," he grunts, bucking up into Aeon's fist.

"S'okay," he soothes. “Lean into it.”

Mountain bites his lip and arches again, groaning when his grip shifts slightly. He dials into the steady trickle of magick bleeding out of Aeon’s palm, sinking right into his length. The more he focuses, the more concentrated it becomes, raising his arousal that much more. 

"Mountain?" Aeon questions with a moan. It's the first real noise he's made the entire time, and the fact he does it right against Mountain's ear makes him clench a little.

"Yeah?"

"Can I— shit . . . will you let me fuck you?" 

Mountain bites his lip, stifles a groan. There’s a flicker of ache in his heart for Aether again, but he does want Aeon. He knows he does. 

But not like this. Eventually, but not tonight. 

The earth ghoul whines. With effort, he shakes his head softly. He squeezes the hand intertwined with his own and reaches down to still the other, pulling it away from his body. Aeon makes a quiet, choked-off sound of confusion.

“How about like this instead.” Mountain turns around to face Aeon, regarding his flushed face in the dim room. “So I can look at you?”

Aeon’s dark eyes are nearly black as he stares back, big and round with want. 

“And then I can . . .” Mountain lowers his eyes and his hands, slipping one into the quintessence ghoul’s boxers to wrap his hand around his cock. 

Aeon groans, eyes rolling back and fluttering shut. “ Yes , that’s—”

“That’s okay? And you can touch me.” Mountain grabs his hand and puts it back around his length. “Like before,” he breathes, giving the smaller ghoul a hesitant stroke. 

“Okay,” Aeon nods. “Okay.”

Mountain rests their foreheads together, and a small crack forms in the invisible wall between them. 

#the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #no one look at me #ghost fanfic #fanfic #mountain ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #mountain/aeon #aeon/mountain #phantom/mountain #mountain/phantom #listen there are EmotionsTM okay

[copia-mpreg]

Was thinking about Phantom being a mess after being summoned and then She appeared and wouldn’t get out of my head.

Basically: Ant is depressed and needs a reason to live, Copia helps him by asking for a favor or Phantom can’t take care of himself but he could be convinced to help a baby rat

And shout out to @divine-misfortune for listening to me ramble abt this

Phantom had a harder time adjusting than most. Going from being just a cloud of smoke floating in the aether, from being next to nothing, to suddenly needing to care for a vessel, for this body. He hated it. He hated it more than he could say. Most days he wouldn’t leave his bed, why waste the energy getting up when he could just lay there, watching the sun rise and set reflecting off the bare stone walls. His empty desk, the lonely chair, the vacant closet all covered with accumulated dust.

This hadn’t escaped the other ghouls notice, of course. They were careful not to let the others in the church know the state he was in, knowing how easily a ghoul could just… go away. Especially one so new, a nameless ghoul who wouldn’t be missed.

So it was with great care that Dew went to Copia, to his papal chambers after most of the siblings were already in bed. Copia assured the fire ghoul that he had just the answer.

——

“Knock knock!”

Phantom heard the voice and couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He dragged himself out of bed with a groan and opened the door.

The way the antipope’s eyes widened for a moment was enough for Phantom to realize what he must look like. Not bothering to change into anything besides the basic undergarments they had given him when he was first summoned, his hair a ratty mess piled on top of his head.

“Ah, good to see you ghoul!” Copia finally said, looking Phantom up and down.

Phantom just huffed in reply, hoping his gaze alone could ask his question, ‘why are you here’.

After a moment, Papa cleared his throat. “I.. ah… I hear you’ve been having some troubles, yes?”

Phantom stared back at him blankly, still not hearing the answer he wants.

“Well I suppose I get to the point now.” Copia opened his hands that Phantom hadn’t realized were clasped. In them was a small pink… thing. Phantom leaned down to analyze it: four limbs, a tail, ears not yet opened, eyes and mouth shut tight. It wriggled a little in Copias gloved hand.

“You see, my rat just had a litter of pups, yes? Refuses to take this one, must be too small.” Copia explained, petting the small creature with one finger.

Phantom examined the animal again and suddenly, for once, he felt something. He saw himself in Copia’s palm, helpless. That was him crying out tiny squeaks. They were both so new to the world, which was terrifyingly large for him, he couldn’t imagine what it was like for this tiny thing, this baby.

“You see, I am so very busy with my work, you understand. She needs someone to take care of her” Copia stated, looking Phantom in the eyes.

Phantom didn’t notice the tear welling up until he looked up again and nodded.

“I’ll do it.” Phantom replied, his voice gravelly from disuse.

—

From the outside, Phantom's transformation seemed miraculous. Suddenly he was cleaning himself off, in the library every day researching proper rat care, his room transformed overnight. Phantom could finally be seen wandering around the abbey, always with a crudely hand-sewn pouch around his neck, carrying the baby that had become his reason for living. Even in the wee hours of the night he could be found warming her a bottle, dreary eyed in an oversized shirt, but her needs came first.

It was when her fur finally started to grow in, that was when she earned her name (other than the nicknames Phantom had given her). She slowly turned fluffy and black, with a white streak to exactly match Phantom’s.

“She’s like a mini you! Like a little baby Ant.” Swiss pointed out, giving out his finger for her to sniff.

“Excuse you, Ant is no name for a queen like her.” Phantom defended her honor as he handed her a treat.

“Antoinette, then.” Mountain stated plainly, not glancing up from his book.

“Antoinette…” Phantom repeated. Maybe it was just the treat she had shoved in her cheek, but she seemed to smile.

#nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #my writing #the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost fanfiction

[emeritus-fuckers]

Could you do oneshots of papa Terzo and cardinal Copia when they are really horny but the reader or whoever your shipping them with for the sake of this, isnt, and like Terzo and Copia are dealing with that in the best way possible for them... If that makes sense? (Preferably with a female s/o but I don't care that much)

They’re horny, you’re not…whatever will they do? -Death

When you aren’t in the mood - GN! Reader

Terzo

It had been a very long day, one made longer by the stack of incident reports dropped on your desk. Ghouls could be a lot of trouble, certain ones more than others. You had called it quits an hour after you were supposed to be.

A nice, quiet, long night of sleep sounded perfect. Though as you approached the room, the trail of rose petals caught your eye.

Shit. You had promised Terzo some time together tonight. You were late.

As you walked in the door, you were greeted by them sprawled out on the bed. Completely nude. Winking at you playfully.

“Hello amore…would you mind giving me a hand…I’ve missed you so.”

Half a second after he spoke, he clocked the expression on your face. Frowning deeply as you trudged into the room and started removing your work clothes.

“As much as it would give me endless joy to see your pretty cunt gushing Terzo…I’m far too tired tonight. I’m very sorry.”

He hummed as he walked over, their hands helping strip you completely from your work clothes. Gentle kisses being trailed across your shoulders as they rubbed over your hips.

“That is alright darling…I’ll give you a show so you can get some rest.”

You blinked in confusion as Terzo settled you among the pillows. Eyes widening when he pulled out a monster sized dildo. The satanic pope smirking as he set it up right in front of the bed.

They kept eye contact as they easily worked the toy into their dripping cunt. Slowly rolling their hips as they gasped in pleasure. A filthy moan leaving his lips. Watching you with that knowing grin.

Your eyes were glued to their body as they rode the toy. His moans low and enjoying the ridges along the shaft of it. Taking their time to really hit every spot to light their nerves on fire. Making sure it was indeed a show.

Despite your exhaustion, arousal licked at your blood. Your eyes glued to how much wetter he already was since beginning to ride that toy. How it could be more fun…if they had some help.

Despite not starting in the mood to fuck Terzo stupid…you got up to pull him into the bed. The show inspiring some action.

(Cardinal) Copia

You slid into Copia’s simple room after a very long day of chasing down ghouls for their annual dental appointment. For hellbeasts, they could be dreadfully afraid of dental tools.

As you walked in, you were greeted with Copia jerking off. The cardinal covering himself quickly with a surprised squeak.

“D-Dearest! I wasn’t expecting you back so soon…if…you aren’t too tired…maybe you could eh, give me a hand?”

You smiled wistfully at him, kissing his cheek before heading towards the shower.

“Not tonight my love…I’m going to shower then get comfortable to watch a movie.”

You mumbled, moving away as you entered the bathroom and closed the door. Not wasting much time in stripping down and slinking under the hot water.

Unbeknownst to you, as you let the water wash away all the ghoul slobber, Copia had abandoned his pursuit of pleasure. Throwing on a pair of boxers before fixing up the bed. Making sure it was comfortable and ready for you. Bringing out his secret stash of your favourite snacks and drinks before pulling out a few rats.

Particularly the fluffier ones. Laying down with them to await your return.

As you walked back in, you blinked seeing him setting up a streaming service to pull up your favourite movies. Smiling a bit as one of the rats came to greet you.

“Copia…did you do this for me?”

He looked over from what he was doing, smiling sheepishly as he shrugged a bit.

“You had a hard day…I would rather help you then eh…continue pleasuring myself.”

You crawled in with him after picking up the rat (Ravioli greedily snuggling close). Laying in Copia’s arms as he started the movie.

Though you felt bad for interrupting him in the night, you gave him a very nice wake up call by riding him the next morning.

~

Written by Death.

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[negativeyield]

if i die before I bake

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band), Dewdrop | Sodo, Rain (Ghost Sweden Band), Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band), Cumulus (Ghost Sweden Band), Cirrus (Ghost Sweden Band) Additional Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, green out, Pack Cuddles, Crack Treated Seriously, well this was meant to be crack but it kind of veered away from that, Guilt, Marijuana, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Swiss is fucking zooted Summary: Phantom bakes some homemade edibles for Swiss, but messes up a vital measurement.

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“Hey Mountain,” Phantom said, appearing at his bedroom door. “You went on that weed run yesterday, right?”

The drummer was lying on his bed, idly scrolling through his phone. He rolled to his side to look at Phantom, nodding his head toward the dresser. “Top drawer. You having a smoke?”

“No, I’m gonna make some brownies,” Phantom grabbed the bag. “I accidentally took the last of Swiss’s edible he got in Amsterdam. Told ‘em I’d go to the dispensary with you... and then forgot... so I'm just gonna make some.”

Mountain chuckled, “Have you ever baked anything in your life?”

“Of course I have.”

Phantom had not. But how hard could it be?

“Okay, well if you want some help, let me know. I'll send you the link to the recipe we usually use.”

“’kay. Thanks Mount,” he said and made his way back to the kitchen.

Phantom had watched Swiss or Mountain make edibles on a few occasions, but he pulled up Mountain's recipe. He quickly realized it was a little more complicated than he thought. There was pre-baking, and making a butter, and making the brownies from scratch? Phantom looked at the box mix he found at the back of the pantry. It would have to do.

Soon, the kitchen was a wreck. Measuring cups and bowls were everywhere as Phantom filled their shared space with aroma of baked cannabis. It brought some of the other ghouls out of their room to investigate his baking endeavor.

“Fucking hell, Phantom, what are you doing in here?” Dew was the first to appear as Phantom took the roasted leaves out of the oven.

“My best,” Phantom wiped away some sweat from his brow, glancing at Dew. “This looks much easier when Swiss does it.”

Dew chuckled, hopping up to sit on the counter and watch.

“That’s because Swiss has seen every episode of Great British Baking Show and thinks that makes him star baker.”

Phantom threw some butter in a saucepan and started to combine the components of the brownie mix.

“I believe it. This shit is harder than I thought.”

Dew chuckled, jumping down from the counter and ruffling Phantom’s hair on his way out the back door. “Just follow the instructions, you’ll be fine.”

Phantom sighed, returning to his project.

Cumulus and Cirrus also came by, taking a few finger fulls of leftover batter after Phantom had his bake in the oven. Mountain came by briefly while he sat in front of the oven watching them rise.

“Looks good, Iron Chef,” he smiled, patting him on the back. “Did you make them with or without walnuts?”

“With.”

“Oh fuck, yeah. Be sure to save me one.”

Phantom smiled, feeling a bit better about his baking skills. When the brownies finally came out, they looked just like the ones the others have made. He cleaned up while they cooled, and delivered a generous piece to Swiss’s room for when he returned. Phantom thought about also enjoying one, but a text from Rain about a quick rehearsal tabled that plan. He cut himself a small sliver just to test out the taste, satisfied with the fudgey texture and gooey taste.

“Something is still missing,” Dew tapped his chin. They had spent the last hour and a half rehearsing some new bits for the rituals and testing out a few riffs. One in particular was giving them some trouble. “Maybe we should get Swiss down here. See if he has an idea or if adding a fourth balances it better.”

Rain put down his bass. “Yeah, I’ll go find him.” He left the practice room and headed toward the living quarters. In the meantime, Dew and Phantom continued to run through the bridge of the song.

Suddenly, rapid, running footsteps echoed up the hall. Both of the ghouls turned to find Rain looking pale and panicked.

“Something's wrong with Swiss,” he said, motioning for them to follow. They put their instruments down and ran to Swiss’s room. Phantom could hear the sound of retching from the hallway, which eerily stopped the moment they got into his room.

They found Swiss slumped beside the toilet, eyes unfocused as he barely registered Rain and Dew dropping to his side.

“Swiss,” Dew cupped his cheeks, trying to get the dazed ghoul to focus on him. “Swiss!” The only sound the ghoul made was some weak whimpering. The most he seemed to move was when he’d start to gag and lurch toward the toilet. Rain sat beside him, rubbing his back and looking at the others with concern.

“What do we do?”

“What is even wrong with him? He's sweating like he's back in the pits, but he doesn't feel feverish,” Dew said, hugging his arms across his body. “Food poisoning?”

“I don’t know, Dew, he’s pretty out of it.”

“Is he on something?”

Rain shrugged, “we just got back right before we started rehearsal. He didn’t have anything when he was with me.”

Suddenly, it dawned on Phantom. He looked back at the place he left Swiss’s brownie.

The plate was empty.

“Shit,” Phantom turned back to the others, suddenly starting to panic. “Shit, I made brownies earlier. Swiss had one.”

Dew’s eyes widened “How big?”

Phantom estimated with his fingers. “Not bigger than what Swiss has given me before.”

“Did he eat more than what you brought him or something?”

Rain stayed with Swiss while Dew and Phantom rushed to the kitchen where Mountain was coincidentally opening the pan of brownies.

“Mountain, wait!” Phantom yelled, startling the drummer into dropping the plastic knife on the ground.

“What?”

“Swiss is sick. Maybe because of the brownies,” Dew explained. Phantom grabbed the pan, sighing in relief to find only the piece he cut for Swiss missing.

“He only had what I gave him.”

“Well what was the dosage?”

“Whatever the instructions said, Dew, I don’t know!”

The room started heating up with Dewdrop as the epicenter. “Phantom, you saw Swiss— this is not the fucking time for I don’t know, I need some fucking number—”

“Guys,” Mountain yelled over them, the bag of weed, that now had a sizable dent in it, in hand. His face was especially serious. “Phantom, where is the extra butter?”

He stared at Mountain blankly. “What do you mean?”

“You followed the recipe I told you? Pre-baked the amount you usually see Swiss and me make, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, then where’s the leftovers? The recipe is for triple the amount of butter you should have used.”

Phantom suddenly felt like he was going to throw up. “I-I didn’t know that.”

“Shit,” Mountain cursed as Rain called down the hall for more help. Mountain went running, leaving Phantom feeling numb and a majorly heated Dew.

“I thought you were following the instructions,” Dew said, his eyes starting to flicker red, like embers in a fire trying to kindle.

“I was, but I was looking at the butter recipe Mountain told me to use and also reading the back of the brownie box and— and, I guess… I guess I got confused,” Phantom ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots. Dew huffed, turning to go back to Swiss’s room. When Phantom started to follow, the fire ghoul whirled around, eyes fully glowing now.

“You’ve done enough, Phantom. We’ll take care of him.”

He left Phantom standing awkwardly in the hallway, his guilt feeling like a tight wire wrapped around his neck. He stood there until his anger kicked in. Phantom marched into the kitchen, grabbing the pan of brownies and slamming them into the trash can with such force the metal pan bent at a ninety degree angle.

He was angry at Dew. At the fucking instructions for being confusing. At Mountain for not telling him when he was leaving for the dispensary. Really, he was just furious at himself. How did he possibly think that much weed was supposed to go into one batch of brownies? What kind of idiot didn’t double check the recipe when making an edible?

Phantom banished himself to his room, throwing around a few things before collapsing on his bed in a fit of guilt-soaked tears.

Rain think he preferred it when Swiss was vomiting.

After the last time he hugged the toilet, just as Phantom and Dew went to check the kitchen, Swiss had a moment of improved coherence.

“Rain,” he mustered, spitting into the toilet. It was a relief just to hear him have some sort of orientation to what was happening around him. That relief was quickly thwarted by what followed, “I don’t… feel… good,” he said, his voice slurring and slowing. Rain had to lunge to catch Swiss’s dead weight as he suddenly collapsed.

“Fuck!” he yelled, pressing two fingers to his neck. Ghoul vessels did have heartbeats— usually slower than humans— but present. Even for a ghoul, though, Swiss’s was faint. “Dew! Phantom! I need you!”

To his surprise, Mountain was the first to arrive at his aid, helping Rain pull Swiss out of the bathroom and into the more spacious bedroom.

“He just passed out,” Rain said, obsessively checking the pulse points in Swiss’s neck and wrist.

“He’s greening out bad,” Mountain sighed, looking up at Rain with dismay. “Phantom fucked up the edible ratio. It won’t kill him, but we need to watch him until he comes down.”

Swiss’s eyes finally fluttered open again. Still unfocused, and even more out of it than before. Dew appeared at the door, chest heaving with anger. Phantom was nowhere to be found. Mountain took one look at Dew and shook his head.

“Out.”

That didn’t help Dew’s fury. “Excuse me?”

“You’re hot right now. You know he gets sensitive to emotions when he’s high, and right now the last thing we need is him panicking when he can barely comprehend why he’s panicking. You can come back when you cool off.”

Dew looked like he wanted to bite off Mountain’s head, but he did back out of the room.

“Mounty,” Swiss muttered, briefly focusing on the earth ghoul’s face. His hand limply waved, and Mountain grabbed it from the air and squeezed.

“Hang in there, bud. You’re gonna be okay.”

Swiss felt like he was dying.

Or locked in some shadow dimension. Either was possible.

Maybe this was the purgatory thing he’s heard so much about. A land between heaven and hell. It would explain why he felt like the world was melting between his fingers while also feeling like he was floating. He was burning hot and doused in sweat, but also wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in blankets.

A lot of contradictions. The only thing Swiss was sure about was that his stomach fucking hurt.

His head was in the toilet again. Throat burning. A hand rubbed his back and he tried to focus on that instead of the sour taste in his mouth.

Then darkness.

Maybe he was dying.

Sometimes he’d hear some voices. Muted, warped voices he could hardly identify.

One came through clearly. Swiss couldn’t quite identify what was being said, but he knew it was Mountain.

Mountain sounded upset. Swiss frowned working hard at trying to focus on the slow moving blobs around him so he could find Mountain.

A warm hand took his.

Fingers tinkered with his hair.

Touched his blazing skin.

He hoped he wasn’t sick.

They would also get sick if that was the case.

“You can sleep, Swiss miss.”

“We’ll keep you safe.”

Swiss didn’t want to sleep. He was exhausted to the point he couldn’t move, but sleeping seemed like something he wasn’t supposed to do. Like he’s fully succumb to the darkness.

Like he’d wake up in the pit.

His throat suddenly felt tight. Fingers tingled. He tried to suck in more air, but his lungs were sluggish. Slow as the rest of him. Swiss fought, feeling his body being turned. Being lifted and then put down again—

“I don’t wanna go!” he tried to scream, but only parts of it made it to his mouth.

Pressure on his cheeks. A hand on his chest. Swiss’s vision dotted for a few moments before realizing Rain was nose-to-nose with him, his ocean blue eyes pleading for something Swiss couldn’t hear over the sound of ringing in his ears. He looked at Rain’s lips come together and split in the shape of the word breathe.

I’m trying, he wanted to say, but he had no breath to do it.

Rain pressed on his chest. Tapped a pattern that Swiss took to mean as cues to breathe in and out. He tried— and struggled— to follow them at first, but soon fell into rhythm. He felt his body start to relax. His fingers regained feeling. Swiss felt the air fully inflate his lungs, hold, and exit with a slow whoosh.

Slowly, he faded into sleep.

Swiss woke up feeling like he had been dropped in boiling water. He was drenched, the feeling of his clothes on his skin making him nauseated all over again. Feeling a little more mobile, Swiss grabbed at his shirt, trying to ease it over his head.

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s wrong?” a voice asked. Dew's voice. 

“’m fucking hot,” Swiss said, back, trying and failing to make it over his head. Frustration started making him upset, and he took a break from his shirt and clumsily pulled at the drawstring of his sweatpants instead.

“Okay, let me help you,” Dew whispered, swatting Swiss’s hands away. Swiss stood still as Dew dropped his pants and helped pull his shirt off. The cool air on his burning skin was a relief, but Swiss still didn’t feel comfortable. He grabbed his underwear, but Dew caught his wrist.

“Those too?” he asked hesitantly.

Swiss nodded, trying to jerk out of Dew’s grasp, but being unsuccessful. Dew sighed and released him, and Swiss finally felt at ease.

He stood there until his body temperature felt normal again.

Then he realized he was fucking freezing. He slumped back on the bed, grabbing as many blankets at possible while Dew watched him, dumbfounded.

“Cold now, Swissy?”

“Freezing. Cuddle me, Dew?”

The fire ghoul groaned, and something landed on Swiss’s face.

“Okay, but you have to put your drawers back on.”

That seemed like a fair exchange. Swiss slipped on his underwear and opened his arms for Dew to come warm him up. The fire ghoul dropped into Swiss’s arms, muttering something about how he “better not puke on him”.

Swiss’s throat was dry when he woke up again. HIs room was dim. Less chaotic than before. Swiss tried to roll to his back, but found something blocking him.

Or someone.

“Swiss?” a soft voice asked, moving so he could plop onto his back. It was Mountain staring down at him with concerned hazel eyes.

“I’m falling off the bed,” Swiss muttered, weakly trying to shove at the massive drummer. Mountain’s concern shifted to mild amusement, and he gave Swiss some more space.

“Just making sure you don’t aspirate, Swissy.”

Satanas, his head was pounding. Swiss flopped down on Mountain’s chest, finding some comfort in the feeling of his heartbeat under his cheek.

“Is he awake?” Rain asked, walking in with Dew in tow.

“He is,” Swiss answered. “He is also so fucking thirsty.”

“Good,” Rain handed him some brightly colored drink. Swiss stared at is suspiciously until he explained. “Electrolytes.”

“Oh. Thought you were trying to poison me,” Swiss muttered, and slowly sipped at the cool beverage.

“That would be Phantom,” Dew muttered, quickly getting an elbow to the ribs from Rain. Swiss looked at them, confused.

“What about Phantom?” His bandmates looked at him and then one another. Swiss couldn’t tell if it was guilt or pity, but he didn’t like it either way. “Whatever it is, fucking tell me.”

“He’s usually pissy when he’s almost down,” Mountain said as though Swiss wasn’t sitting right fucking there.

“Think he’s good enough to tell him?” Rain asked.

“For fuck’s sake,” Swiss pinched the bridge of his nose. Rain placed a hand on his knee.

“Did you eat the brownie Phantom baked for you?”

Swiss slowly dropped his hand, the realization of his pre-nap snack hitting him the moment Rain said it.

“Yeah… it was good, but I’m guessing maybe a little too much?”

Dew scoffed. “At least triple the dose you usually do.”

That certainly explained why he felt like he was on a different plane of existence earlier.

“Damn. Uh, how bad was I?” They looked at each other again. That, and the fact they looked exhausted pretty much answered his question. He also realized Phantom wasn’t among them. “And where’s Phantom?”

Dew pressed his lips together. “I, uh, told him to stay out of the way.”

From the way Mountain and Rain exchanged a glance, Swiss had a feeling it was a little more than that. He sighed, pushing himself up to try and stand, but a rush to his head made him topple right back down.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dew asked.

“To see Phantom. Make sure he’s not beating himself up over this.”

“You can barely stand still!”

Swiss looked at Dew. “Then go get him!”

Dew looked at Rain, who shook his head. The usually calm water ghoul looked at Dew sternly. “I’m not the one who yelled at him. Go fix it.”

With a groan, Dew departed. Swiss laid back in his bed, focusing on a singular point on the ceiling until the spinning stopped.

“Hey Rain?” he asked after awhile.

“Yeah?”

Swiss ran his hand over his bare chest and thighs. “When did I strip?”

He chuckled. “A few hours ago.”

“Why?”

“Dew said you wanted cuddles.”

Swiss sat with that for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah... that checks out. Can you grab me some clothes, please?”

Phantom wasn’t sure what to do. He snuck down near Swiss’s room a few times to try and gauge what was going on, but couldn’t quite get a complete read. Things seemed to calm down at least. Less sounds of vomiting. Rain, Mountain, and Dew had begun to take shifts of just one or two of them staying with Swiss at a time. Phantom wanted to assume the best, but he still felt his worst.

So he shut himself in his room. Lights off, so his main source of light was the glow of iridescent constellations on his ceiling.

Swiss had helped him put those up. And Phantom had basically poisoned him. What a good packmate he was.

Because he wanted to torture himself, Phantom looked back at the recipe for the butter. Sure enough, it clearly called for almost four times the amount of butter he used— if he had just fucking read it correctly, Swiss wouldn’t be spending the night worrying about choking on his own vomit.

Hot tears ran down Phantom’s face. Though he had formed some great connections with the others, he was still so new. Would they send him away after this? Would any of them trust him again? He ruminated on these increasingly destructive thoughts until there was a soft knock at his door.

“Phantom?” Dew said through the door. “You in there?”

“Yeah,” called, his voice raspy from crying. The door opened slowly, and in came Dew. He was much less angry than usual, but still seemed a little peeved. After taking in the dark room and Phantom curled up on his bed, his face softened.

“Hey…” Dew said, sitting on the edge of Phantom’s bed. To his surprise, the fire ghoul reached out and put a warm hand on Phantom’s calf. “Swiss is okay.”

“He is?”

“A little loopy still and post-high cranky, but yeah. He’s asking for you.”

Phantom bit his lip, curling more into himself. “He’s pissed, isn’t he?”

Dew’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Swiss? At you? Not at all.”

“You are.”

Dew sighed, pressing his fingers together in his lap. “I was. But, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I was mad and… and scared. Really scared.” Dew looked at him with with this sad expression. “Sorry for taking it out on you.”

Phantom finally sat up, pulling Dew into a hug before he could protest. The lead guitarist hugged him back, pinching his cheek as they pulled apart. “I hope you know you’re banned from baking, though.”

“Fair enough,” Phantom said, smiling for the first time in hours.

They went to Swiss’s room where Rain and Mountain were perched on his bed with them. When Phantom entered, they grew quiet, and started to move out of the way. Swiss opened up his arms.

“C’mere Phantom,” he said with a grin.

All the stress of the last several hours of soaking in self-doubt and guilt came tumbling down at once. Phantom practically tackled Swiss as he dove into his arms, reveling in the joyful laugh the multi-ghoul let out as he squeezed Phantom tightly.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Phantom said into Swiss’s shirt.

“Don’t be, Twinkle Toes, that brownie was fucking fire. Perfect ratio of gooey, but not underbaked. And truly flattered you thought I could handle that much THC.”

“It did seem like a lot…”

“I fuckin’ bet,” Swiss chuckled. “It’s okay, though. I’m good. Sometimes I need a green out every so often. Keeps me humble.”

“Also freaks us the hell out,” Rain said. Swiss pressed his lips together, almost like he felt guilty about being basically incapacitated. He reached out toward the others, and Phantom felt the bed dipped as Rain joined the huddle. Mountain and Dew soon followed, encapsulating the two of them in their body heat and weight.

“Thanks for taking care of me, you guys.”

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