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I just wanted to get weird about Mountain but this decided to happen first.

Just some Dew/Aeon thoughts

Angsty Dew being angsty and angry but he tries in the end!

He hates him.

He watches him smile and he wants to break him, wants to grab hold of him and rip him out of the place he has no right to be, he doesn't fit right and he never would. He's the reason Aether isn't here.

And maybe that's not true but Dew has no where else to put the blame so he stacks his hate like bricks on Aeon's skinny little shoulders. Aether had told him to try but he can't, not when it's pale purple eyes looking at him instead of the amethyst he knows so well.

The others had been uncertain too, feeling him out slowly from a careful distance but now even they warmed to him, laughing, pulling him into hugs that should have belonged to Aether. He thinks maybe he hates them a little too.

Maybe it's unfair, some part of his mind spins with the contradiction... he likes Aurora, has no problem with the little ghoulette who is standing in Sunny's space. But it feels different, he loves Sunny of course, can't wait to get home and see her and wreak havoc, but he loves Aether and the idea of looking across the stage and not seeing him, of sleeping in a shitty bunk and not hearing him breathing....

He sprials, snaps his teeth anytime the little Quint gets too close, nearly comes to blows with Swiss over it and part of him wants that, to bloody his knuckles because then maybe his mind won't be so loud, maybe it'll numb the sting sitting in his chest.

And maybe it's really Aether, maybe he's the one at fault. He wanted to stay behind, wanted a quieter life. But Dew can't blame him...so Aeon bears the brunt of his resentment.

He tries to avoid him on stage without being too obvious, Rain tends to stay between them, a buffer of sorts, eyes finding Dews behind the mask, a warning to behave.

It's the second night he's heard him cry in the bunk beneath his, it's the second night he's ignored him with his fists against his ears. Swiss can handle it. It's not his problem. Aether isn't here to comfort him so why should he bother?

But now he's noticed. He watches the way he moves, stiff and wincing and Dew remembers how badly his entire body hurt the first little while. He notes how dark his eyes are, the shadows under them  and part of him delights in it, takes pleasure knowing he's hurting too. He should. Aether isn't here because-

His thoughts drift off when Aether texts him.

A: Love you! How's the new guy holding up?

And it's like a slap. Aether cares, wants this little shadow of a Quint to be ok, wants to know he's doing alright even though he shouldn't... he should hate him. Dew hates him...he hates him...

He hears him sniffle in his bunk and he grits his teeth. Like clockwork now, sobbing when the bus goes quiet and he thinks he's alone to break.

D: Think exhaustion is catching up.

A: Rough. At least he's got all of you. Just remind him you know what it's like. Make sure he knows it gets easier.

His stomach rolls. He's not sure touring without him will get easier. Another sniffle and a near silent whimper hit his ears and he can't help the flash image of him curled in on himself sobbing in the darkness of his bunk that flies into his head.

He bites his lip and stares at Aether's name like it's somehow going to make everything better, like the longer he reads it the more sense everything will make...

A: It's probably late for you. I love you firefly. Sleep well!

He tries not to listen to the sobbing, to him shifting around hoping to find a position that doesn't hurt and whimpering when he can't. He remembers climbing pitifully up beside Aether or Ifrit after his first few shows, sore and exhausted and how good it felt to just....be held.

He hates him! He hates him for standing in Aether's shadow, he hates him for his easy smile, he hates him for starting to fit, he hates him for making him realize that maybe he doesn't hate him...maybe he hides behind venomous words and glares that could cut through bone because he's scared to get close to another person he can lose.

His heart still beats despite the chips and cracks and names branded on it, names he refuses to even breathe now, guarded and hidden away for him to keep safe until he hopefully sees them again one day. He doesn't want another break, he doesn't want another name he's too afraid to speak.

Dew waits in the silence of his bunk, praying that someone else will take notice, that someone else will take care of him...but he's only greeted with Swiss' chainsaw snores across the way. He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes until he sees spots and the blurry outline of Aether smiling at him, encouraging him. Reminding him that he's not gone, he's just at home and it's not Aeons fault. Not really.

A sharp gasp gets him moving, sitting up slow, staring at the picture of Aether set as his phones lockscreen before he slips from his bunk and down into Aeon's.

"I'm...I'm sorry I'll be quieter-" He starts as soon as he realizes it's Dew behind him.

Dew can feel him shaking and he hates himself more than he cares to admit. So he doesn't. He stays silent and presses against Aeon's back and wraps his arms around him. Hes stiff as a board until the warmth starts to seep in and he goes limp, sobbing in relief.

"Thank-"

"Don't." He squeezes his eyes shut at the sound of his voice.

He holds him in silence, his hand spread across his chest feeling the quick, nervous tick of his heart. Dew notes the differences and the similarities between Aeon's magic and Aether's. Familiar enough to be comforting, different enough that he doesn't feel like an imposter.

"Hurts...." He sniffles, subtly trying to shift back to get closer to Dewdrop and he lets him and tries not to think about how good it feels, how well he fits.

"I know. It'll get easier."

Aeon settles his hand over Dew's, his breathing slowing into something relaxed and easy.

"I didn't mean to make you hate me." It's a sleepy whisper but it carries all the weight of a loudly proclaimed confession.

Dew sits with it, let's it settle on his chest like a burden, let's it sting until he's ready to face it.

He holds him a little tighter, pulls him a little closer and thinks of Aether wrapped around him.

"I know. It'll get easier. It'll get better." I'll get better he thinks but he doesn't dare give that thought a voice right kow. "I promise."

#this is actually adorable #i love so much #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #dewdrop ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul

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Tw for pet death and an angry and greif filled Phantom. Apologies for spelling/grammar mistakes

The adjustment from the pit to the ministry was not easy for Phantom. It was the opposite as he was now placed somewhere he knew no one and all the rules differed. There was no need to fight for survival as everyone there wanted what was best for him. It was its own breed of stress as he no longer knew what was appropriate. That is where Aether stepped in.

Aether had been around for years, fully adjusted and quite content with his position in life. He saw himself in Phantom though and decided he would step in and try to befriend this unruly little demon. It was easier than he anticipated too. Maybe it was the bond of quintessence or maybe it was because they saw someone they cared about in the other, whatever it was it was left unsaid.

As time went on though, the ghouls kept seeing Phantom shadowing Aether, either hiding behind him or walking side by side. Everyone was quite content with this too, glad to finally see Phantom a little less on edge and he was learning how to use his abilities. Quintessence was notoriously hard to master, especially when one couldn't fully focus on it. Any progress was exciting to them though, and that is what really mattered.

The day they saw the biggest improvement in him was around month 4 of his being a part of the ministry. Aether and he had been taking a walk around outside, enjoying the chilled autumn air.

"When I first was summoned, I was so surprised by the seasons. I think they are lovely," Aether spoke softly as they walked, not expecting any form of reply. He had grown used to Phantom's form of company, involving the other person doing 99% of the talking and him seldomly letting out a hum of acknowledge, though that was few and far between.

"Cat," Phantom said with excitement, startling Aether. A word from Phantom was nearly unheard of.

"What do you mean, Phant?" The elder asked softly looking around. This caused Phantom to run off, starting Aether. He quickly followed after, very confused by this. Much to his surprise, he found Phantom around a bend, his knees in a puddle as he stuck his hand up a gutter.

"Oh-," The sound left his mouth faster than he could stop it. Aether cursed himself over it, not wanting to stifle the other actually seeming enthused about something. The younger ghoul was elbow-deep at this point before he slowly pulled his arm out, revealing a black kitten that was drenched. Aether could already see it, feel it, that this kitten had no shot in the dark. It was malnourished and the aura that hung around it just reeked of death and sickness. Phantom didn't seem to notice in the flightless.

"I.... help," Those were the 2 words Aether could pick up, there was a soft mumble of something between them but it was swept away by a breeze, one that caused the smaller ghoul to hug the kitten all that much more tighter.

Aether was sweating. He didn't know if he should agree to it or be upfront about the inedible. Sighing, he simply nodded, a fake smile plastering on his face. They would just have to cross that bridge when they got there, and maybe it would help Phantom open up just a little.

"Let's go dry them off," Aether said, placing a hand between Phantom's shoulder blade and leading him inside.

A few hours passed and Phantom was curled up in the infirmary, cat cradled between his arms as he sat on a window sill. Aether was working on the paperwork, sparing nervous glances at the two every so often. He could hear the smaller whispering little things to the cat in ghoulish making the older realize just how attached the two had gotten to each other.

Aether had left his care predominantly to Phantom, only stepping in when the other could seem to manage a small wound by himself. Other than that, it amazed him how much the younger had picked up, especially regarding quintessence which currently hung in the air around the kit.

Time went on without a problem, Aether escorting Phantom back to his room as the wee hours of the morning approached them. He ruffled both the ghoul's and the cat's head before biding them good night. And everything was well, all the parties went to sleep.

Until Aether was awakened by frantic pounding at his door causing him to jump out of bed and fling the door open, looking tired and panicked. He was met by a sobbing Phantom holding the unfortunate cat they had found earlier.

"Help me, pl-please Aether. I- I- didn't do... do anything wrong," Phantom stuttered out, hugging the cat to his chest which prevented Aether from getting any idea as to what was going on.

"You have to let me see him if I am going to help, Ant," to which the cat was trusted into his hands.... fuck.

"Why don't you come in, alright?" Aether spoke far gentler than he usually did. Unknowingly, Phantom rented, following at Aether's heels. He brought the ghoul over to his bed and had him sit down, gently setting the cat back into the younger ghoul's arms as he knelt down. This confused Phantom greatly.

"Yo- You have to he- help!" He hiccupt, actually yelling at Aether in his panic. Other ghouls could be heard, stirring at this commotion. Phantom never yelled and barely had a talking voice most times.

"There is nothing I could help with, little one. I am so sorry, so so so sorry," Aether said quietly, kneeling in front of Phantom and holding onto his knees gently rubbing them. This answer caused the younger ghoul to start hyperventilating as if he had forgotten how to breathe, tears burning down his face.

"Hey, hey, breathe little guy. You are only going to hurt yourself, focus on breathing, okay? I know.... I know this is a lot but you just need to breathe for now," Aether tried to calm him down but his words seemed to bounce off as Phantom began to sob loudly, clutching the cat who had grown stiff at this point to his chest, trying to force his magic into the lifeless animal.

This commotion gained the attention of other ghouls in the house, 3 sets of eyes peering into the room through a crack in the door. Dew, Rain, and Swiss pushed the door open ever so slightly and peered in. They had barely heard Phantom speak in the 4 months he had been there so this was far from expected. Aether could feel their eyes but Phantom didn't seem to notice so they could stay there for just a little longer.

Seeing that Phantom only kept getting more hysteric, Aether began working his own quintessence into the smaller ghoul, slowly causing him to become lethargic before altogether falling asleep. The older ghoul caught him before he could topple over.

"If you are done gaulking, help would be appreciated," Aether huffed as he picked up Phantom, the 3 quickly pushing into the room as he spoke. Swiss took the sleeping kit with ease, looking down at him.

"Where did he even find such a sad kitten?" Dew asked Aether softly, pulling the larger into a tight, warm hug.

"The garden, I didn't have teh heart to tell him. I have never actually seen him so happy... I am afraid I ruined it too," Aether murmured as they began walking to the infirmary. It was the best place to keep the passed cat, preventing its body from decomposing.

The five spent the room there, the trio piled into one bed, Phantom asleep on a cot holding on to the lifeless cat as well as Aether's hand. Phantom was the first to wake up as the sun peaked in through the windows.

The tears started once more as he sat up, pulling the cat back into his lap as he let out soft mewls of distress. He sat alone like that for the next hour. It was Dew who woke up next, a louder wail having startled him. Quickly, he made his way into the bed with Phantom, a warm hand placed against the younger's shoulder. Nothing was said, though, as Dew was really speechless. Phantom just looked broken. Slowly, Dew pulled the younger ghoul into a gentle, purring, and softly humming lullaby he had picked up on earth.

The comfort just made Phantom cry harder, pulling the cat closer, his tears dampening the fur. Death happened all the time in the pit, Phantom had seen and escaped his own fair share of it. But this cat? It didn't deserve to die, not so soon after it was finally given love.

The louder cries caused the rest of the group to stir, looking up at Dew and Phantom. Aether looked exhausted, having used a good deal of his quintessence during the night and not getting a deep enough sleep. He sat up slowly and gave Phantom a sad smile. "Hey, Ant," He murmured, reaching over and gently rubbing his knee.

"I don't want him to be gone! Bring him back.... please.... Aether" Phantom cried out, surprising the rest of the room.

"Phantom, I'm," He paused, sighing, trying to find the best way to put it, " I'm afraid that's just how this works. I'm so sorry."

This caused the young ghoul to break into hysterics once more, having never experienced a loss so painful. He had wanted to love this cat so much, it reminded him of himself after all. Alone and scared before being rescued by people who loved him more than he could ever understand. It just wasn't fair, this cat was innocent, and it didn't deserve to die.

Dew pulled Phantom to his chest, gently shushing him. He doubted that Aether had it in him to help so he would take the lead on it. He reached around and gently whipped away a tear. He was unsure of what to say, though, not being the one close to Phantom.

The next hour was spent with Dew and Aether doing their best to try and console Phantom. Rain went and got the youngest a glass of water and some pain medication, imagine the headache a night of crying would have given him. Mountain was also told about the situation and dug a hole on the top of a hill, a garden surrounding it. He had done his best to find the lovest spot for the cat; and for Phantom's peace of mind.

It took Phantom quite a while before he finally agreed to let go, though no one was upset. They could only guess the pain of the youngest.

As the sun bore down on them, Dew, Phantom, and Aether made their way to the garden. Butterflies rested on flowers nearby and the cat was ever so delicately laid to rest, wrapped in a silk cloth. Flowers of blue and yellow were rested on top before a hand softly rested on Phantom's shoulder.

"Death is a natural, albite unfortunate thing, little one. You did everything right and you let that cat rest at ease and feel love for the last of his life."

And though it hurts, Phantom knew it was true.

In loving memory of Mason <3

Mason was my Uncle's cat. Unfortunately, my uncle passed away 2 years ago and so the cat then became my grandmother's. She also unfortunately passed away this year. We made the decision to put him down a week ago which was really fricken hard. He was such a lovely cat, acting more like a dog than anything. And he'd always purr, regardless of if he was being pet or not. We're also pretty sure he was as old as I am. May he rest well.

Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes, ik there's a few.

#ghost the band #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost angst #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #ghost the band fanfic #tw pet loss #tw pet death

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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

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Mountain loves to hold people's hands, especially in the winter because he's constantly cold. His favorite is Dew's, however, because even though the hand size difference is intense, Dew will rub each finger and kiss all of his knuckles until they're warm. The process is sped up due to Dew being a fire ghoul, chasing the cold right out from him. They'll cuddle afterwards...

And maybe make out just a lil bit

#ghost the band #the band ghost #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghoul headcanons

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oughh.. messy hair copia..

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Poor little new summoned Phantom is so unbelievably touched starved. It's too the point that when he's first summons, he crawled across the floor to hug Copia's leg, begging him to keep him, to not send him back. Of course they had no intentions of that but Phantom can't seem to grasp why anyone would want a sickly runt like him. Yet they all humor him, holding him to sleep, rubbing his back through nightmares or tucking him into bed and turning on a night light. He doesn't know it yet, but he has every one wrapped around his finger.

#ghost the band #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost headcanons #papa copia

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IT'S LOVING PHANTOM HOURS!!

Happy Phantom

Loved Phantom

Never hated by the pack Phantom

Adored Phantom

Dew kisses their scars

Sunshine has impromptu dance parties with them

Aurora has tea parties and spa days with them

Swiss holds them when they have nightmares

Cirrus teaches them fiber arts

Aether teaches them rhythm guitar and praises them every step of the way

Mountain carries them when they go swimming so they feel safe

Rain helps them learn to speak English

Cumulus bakes with them

Papa holds them in his arms when they have a panic attack

Siblings that bully them go missing

Even Sister Imperator has a soft spot for the little quint, often giving them treats and trinkets she finds

Can you tell I'm totally normal about Phantom?

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I keep starting new posts and yet I can not finish the drafts I have started :, (

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we may be interrupting something...

#drooling #frothing at the mouth

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Me a pagan:

My mom, a Christian:

Also me: explaining the entirety of ghost lore while Satan prayer plays in the background

#she puts up with my shit #i love my mom #ghost the band

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I need more Ghost angst in my life. The pain yet happy ending makes me WEAK

#angst lover #send recommendations #especially when they are about Phantom for some reason

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Mountain trudging back to the abbey, covered in dirt and his muscles aching, after a long day outside looking after the grounds and greenhouse. he eats a quick dinner alone in the kitchen and gets back to his room, his plan being to take a quick shower then tumble into bed, but when he opens the door to his bathroom hes met with Dew. theres a warm bath already waiting for him, complete with flower petals and clouds of bubbles floating on the surface. the smell of lavender and chamomile fills the air. Dew helps undress him and they get in the tub together. he takes his time as he washes and massages Mountain's aching body. he whispers praises and affirmations into his skin, bidding farewell with a soft kiss before moving on to another spot. Mountain sighs as he feels the stress melt away and leave his body. Dew can take as long as he needs seeing as he can keep the water warm, and Mountain has never been more grateful to have fallen in love with a fire ghoul than in that moment. Dew sits on the edge of the tub as he brushes out the knots and leaves and twigs from the earth ghoul's hair before washing it. hes careful not to press to hard into his scalp because he knows that'll cause a headache so he keeps his touch light. Mountain feels like he could fall asleep if it werent for Dew dipping down to give him a chaste kiss on the lips every time his eyes start to droop. a little "hey, no falling asleep on me yet, big guy. you know i can't carry you to bed." when Dew's finished his work and Mountain's fingers have turned to prunes, its time to get out. Dew helps dry Mountain off before they crawl into bed together. before they drift off, Mountain bumps his antlers against Dew's horns. a sign of thanks from a very tired ghoul. Dew smiles and nuzzles his cheek into the fur on Mountain's chest. he'll always be there for him. they'll always be there for each other.

#The horn/antler bump has me WEAK #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #reblog

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please do!!!

Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

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"I don't want him to be gone! Bring him back, please Aether!"

"Phantom, I'm afraid that's just how this works. I'm so sorry."

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Peep my next angst fic

#ghost the band #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost angst #aether ghoul

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Someone please send me a prompt or a concept or an idea.... Something 😭😭 I want to write but I literally have no clue

#help me #ghost the band #send me asks #send anons #send asks #send me dms #i just want to write something but i dont know what to do

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This is literally life altering- it makes so much sense though. The thought of Aether having to teach Phantom everything though because he doesn't trust anyone else enough, after all it was every ghoul for themselves in the pit, why would this be any different? Any time he's with the ghouls, he clung to Aether's side or holding his hand. It would take him so long to finally not feel like he's walking around on pins and even long for him not to constantly seek aether out for every little thing

cw: mentions of death, funeral, loss and mourning in general.

forever going to be a aeon and aether are brothers truther. think about it, they're so tragic.

the two of them, without other family, surviving on their own in the pit. they only have each other. aether's a little more powerful and strong since he's (much?) older, so he mentors his little brother. aeon following aether around like a lost puppy, staring at his big brother with stars in his eyes. there's nothing aether wouldn't do to protect aeon.

one day, aeon sees a light/portal something take his brother away. maybe worse, he wakes up alone and he doesn't know why. he's scared since he doesn't have great control over his power and he doesn't know how he'll survive without his brother. he's mourning aether because he thinks he's dead while trying to scrape himself together to stay alive. he learns his power out of necessity, so his formal quintessence training is pretty poor.

meanwhile, aether is on the surface, terrified for his poor baby brother, just barely old enough to not be considered a kit anymore, surviving down there in the pit alone. his first few weeks he wakes up crying, begging to be sent back down to the pit to find aeon. he takes a job that no other quintessence ghoul wants when he's not touring: helping the current reigning papa with the summonings, just in case he can summon aeon. just so he can be the first to wrap his baby brother in a warm embrace and a blanket and help his first steps on earth.

he eventually gives up, becoming more and more sure with each summoning that his brother is dead. he holds a funeral by himself for aeon, crying quietly alone in his bed until his pack come find him and hold him until he sleeps. he relies on his pack to support him, to fill the place of family where aeon no longer can. he mentors swiss when he's summoned, helps him with his quintessence like he helped aeon. after each of their training sessions, aether crawls into his nest with dew and mountain and cries for his brother.

and then one day, after years of the two of them having given up on ever seeing each other again, aeon crawls out of the pit and into the summoning circle. he's not the ghoul that aether remembers; a little less sweet, rougher around the edges, wearing scars that he didn't have when aether left, but it's still aeon, still aether's baby brother. they cry when the hold each other, when aether wraps him in a blanket, when they sleep next to each other, aether's arms wrapped protectively around him like they used to.

idk i love them so much i could explode

#phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #aether ghoul #the band ghost #not mine