#ghoulette angst

[mac-and-thefox]

Cumulus sometimes keeps her mirrors in her room covered. Sometimes she just wishes she...looked different. She's never recieved anything other than love and acceptance and even worship from Cirrus and the others, but old feelings die hard.

Before her summoning, Lus came from a clan of air ghouls that were very....prejudiced in their beliefs in what was accepted and what wasn't. In her family, air ghouls were supposed to be light, sprite-like creatures. Delicate little birds that were graceful and elegant. Her whole existence was spent receiving sideways glances from the others at her curves. Spent receiving ridicule from her mother at the choice to wear clothes that were "inappropriate" for her figure and for the image that their family was meant to uphold.

Who cares if she could sing? Who would ever want to listen to a ghoulette that looked like her? Who cares if she was kind? If she was strong? If she was an amazing, accomplished musician? Nobody would ever see past how different she looked compared to the rest of her clan....

She covers her mirrors when her memories won't let her rest. She hides the shattered glass that resulted from not being able to conceal her feelings behind the wall of caring and kindness that she hides behind in an effort to...be noticed. To reinvent who she was before in an effort to leave that life behind.

Her pack always reminds her that she is so much more than how she looks, that she is the most beautiful of them all.

But, sometimes it's hard.

#mac writes #ghoulette angst #gearing up for that DV ghoulette fic I was hinting at #cumulus ghoulette #tw body image #tw family abuse #tw bpd #angst

[revengeghoulette]

Matcha Latte w/Rose

Part 2: The Date

They go on their date!!

A/N: Bit of a time skip. It's not like the best thing I've written, but it'll do :) It gets a little steamy but not enough to be considered Spicy. Mostly edited.

WC: 3k

Sorry in advanced, you'll see. -Rev.

Playlist: The Rosy Crown

tagging: @obsidianghoul (ily, sorry I banned you), @sovaghoul @gottagho-st @clouds-bitch @crystalameoba @cheerycherrycandy-resurrected @foxybouquet @ghostlylivres @hypnoneghoul

It’s been almost 3 weeks since Swiss asked Mountain out on a date, and preparations for the midterm rush at The Rosy Crown are in full swing. Mist, Sunny and Swiss have been organizing the schedule to ensure that last year's snafu doesn’t occur again. They accidentally left The Rosy Crown with no staff for about 3 hours in the middle of the night, and they also ran out of flour and butter. They promised that moving forward reparations would begin several weeks before exam weeks to avoid any issues the week of.  

Mountain has been busy with office hours, lectures, and a garden club he offered to be an advising faculty member for. He tries his hardest to make sure to be at the cafe before Swiss’ shift ends so they can walk home together, but there’s been a handful of nights where he doesn’t make it. He regrets assigning so much homework. He makes a mental note to adjust the workload for next semester, especially since he’ll be teaching two additional courses. 

On the nights Mountain can’t make it to the cafe, he shoots Swiss a message to let him know so he doesn’t worry. If it's truly a rough day, he forgets all together. 

Swiss will do anything to spend time with his favorite person. He happily walks to campus with some snacks and a warm drink, to find him buried in stacks of papers gripping a red pen. He takes a seat on one of the comfy chairs Mountain has in his office, and reads the random magazines he has lying around.  

“Is gardening like your favorite thing to do, or what? You’ve got so many magazines here about greenhouses and what not, and you’ve got a little gardening gang now,” Swiss questions, laughing at the end, referring to the gardening club.

“It's… yeah. You know how we, ghouls, have an element attached to us? I’m an earth ghoul, hence the name Mountain. I have a special connection with the earth, so, yeah, gardening, and all things nature,” Mountain informs him.

“Oh, I guess I never really thought about it. I know we have ties to elements, but my parents weren’t very into that, I guess? They tried to assimilate more to the human culture, so we didn’t lean into it.”

After a moment, Swiss began getting a little antsy, distracting Mountain, “Honey, what is it? You're getting fidgety.”

Swiss blushes at hearing the earth ghoul call him honey. “Would you… help me connect with my elements? According to my parents, I have a mix of them. It's where my name came from, actually.”

Mountain sets down his pen and removes his glasses. “Wait. Swiss… Like, Swissarmy knife? Because you’re a multi ghoul.”

Swiss nods slowly. 

Mountain lets out a hearty chuckle, “That’s very cute, but absolutely, it would be my pleasure. I’m done here though. Why don’t we pick up some food and go home?”

Standing up from his chair, Swiss grabs Mountain’s coat and helps him put it on before walking out the door hand in hand. 

Swiss and Mountain have only been going out for a few short weeks, but their connection is so much more than typical crush. They have routines, they call each other during downtime just to say hello, Mountain continues to stop by The Rosy Crown every morning, and Swiss helps Mountain with grading or understanding typical young adult behavior. It seems like neither of them can spend the night alone anymore. There’s something tugging them together. 

They haven’t had their first official date, but all the hang outs are everything and more. 

‐

With midterms week upon them, Swiss, Mist and Sunny have been living at The Rosy Crown filling in for their student staff. Mountain has been at the shop every single day volunteering to help bus tables, or go around and restock supplies and books. 

Mist has gotten on his case multiple times about it before, claiming that it's not his job, that he’s probably breaking some sort of labor law by helping them. Mountain assures her it falls under volunteer work and she doesn't need to worry. Swiss admires that Mountain puts up with Mist’s fighting spirit and constantly thanks him for helping, but reassures him he doesn’t have to.

“I do it because I want to. No one’s forcing me to be here.” Mountain reassures him back. With a quick kiss on the forehead, they go back to their duties. 

Ever the creep, Sunny watches them interact. She’s never seen Swiss be so enthralled by another being before. He’s putty in Mountain’s hands. The forehead kiss sent her over the edge. 

He walks past her, and she takes this opportunity to corner him, “Dude. What the fuck. Where did you find him? He’s amazing! And he’s been so much help! Please tell me you’re gonna dick him down soon! Omg, does he have a sister?”

Swiss grabs Sunny by the arms and shakes her playfully. “Sunny, breathe. Calm down! He’s pretty amazing, huh?” 

“Who knew the playboy would settle down,” she teased, earning a glare from Swiss. “I'd snatch him from you, but I like the ladies. They're not as stinky.” Sunny makes a disgusted face before cackling and running away from Swiss’ reach He grins, rolling his eyes at her antics. Who knew the calm quiet child would grow up to be anything but calm and quiet. 

-

After a rough week of long nights, The Rosy Crown closes the weekend after midterms. Students are mostly gone on spring break, and the staff is exhausted. Swiss gives everyone a long weekend to recover and start fresh on the following Wednesday. 

Mountain wakes up with Swiss’ arms around him. He takes a moment to admire the features on Swiss’ face, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, and the horns protruding from his head. He was perfection incarnate. The gold flakes in his horns match the gold flakes in his eyes, his muscles defined by all the manual work he puts into baking, his tail wrapped around his own leg as if cuddling with him, there is no other ghoul that could match his beauty.  

He gets up quietly, placing the blanket over Swiss body, and goes to the living room. He knows Swiss isn’t waking up anytime soon, especially after the week they just had. Mountain brews a fresh pot of coffee and takes a seat on the couch, wrapping a blanket over himself. The air is getting crisper with the approaching winter, he can feel it in his bones, and see it in his hair. He's luckily able to glamour that. He picks up a random book Swiss has lying about, and begins to read it while he waits for sleeping beauty to wake up.

In the other room, Swiss wakes up alone. He feels around for Mountain, but he doesn’t find him. Groggy, he gets up and sees he's reading the book Mist said was good, but truth is… It’s trash. The writing is terrible, but the smut is hot. 

He wanted to stare at Mountain forever, but he was getting chilly and he looked so warm. Swiss quietly makes his way over before crawling on top of Mount, startling him. 

“Good morning sweetheart,” Mountain sets the book down, rubbing his hands up and down Swiss’ back while his face was smushed against him lower belly. He mumbled something in response, but Mountain couldn’t make it out. 

They adjusted themselves so that Swiss was underneath the blanket, cuddling Mountain on the couch. Sleeping beauty dozed off, and Mountain picked up the book again. After a little while, Swiss started to wake up again. Mount felt movement under him, so he set the book down and started rubbing the back of his finger up and down Swiss cheek gently. 

“You’re warm,” Swiss gets out in a groggy voice, snuggling further into Mountain. 

“Mm I know honey. I’m also hungry, and need more coffee. This book is lulling me back to sleep,” Swiss hums in agreement, “I’m gonna make us some breakfast, sweetheart.”

After they get up, Swiss warms up the coffee and starts to make breakfast for the both of them. Mountain complains because he was supposed to make breakfast, not the other way around, especially since he had a long week at the shop, but Swiss wasn’t having it. They argue back and forth for a little bit.

“I’m taking you on that date today. I’m picking you at 6,” Swiss announces as he places pancakes on a plate for Mountain.  

“Oh, thank you,” Mountain takes the plate. “Are you gonna tell me what we’re doing?”

“Nope, it’s a surprise. A little something I’ve been cooking up for a while,” Swiss says before taking a seat and cutting up his pancakes. “Wear something comfortable, and something you wouldn’t mind getting a little… dirty.”

“Are you going to explain?” the earth ghoul questions. 

“Nope,” Swiss says with a wink.

-

Swiss knocks on Mountain's door right at 6pm, not a minute early, not a minute late, exactly at 6. 

Mountain opens the door wearing a dark green Henley and black jeans. “Is this okay?” Mountain asks. 

Swiss is stunned, He just stared at Mountain for a little bit before stuttering out, “Oh, definitely. You look fantastic.” 

Swiss hands Mountain some flowers he picked up earlier that day. Placing them inside, Mountain locks up and walks down the steps, taking Swiss hand.  

“Where are we going?” The tall ghoul inquires. 

“Somewhere. Don’t worry about it sweetheart.”

After walking a few minutes down the road, they reach their destination: The Rosy Crown Cafe & Bookshop. Swiss lets go of Mountain’s hand and opens the door.

 “Swiss, what are we doing here?”

“We are on a date, my good sir. Come on.”

Swiss opens the doors and walks Mountain inside. It takes a moment for Mountain to take everything in. The blinds are all down, and there’s total privacy. Looking around, he sees strings of light are hung up, there’s a table with candles lit in the center and on either side there's a table placement and two dishes served. Soft music is playing in the background, creating a romantic, intimate space for them. 

“Swiss… how?”

“The ladies might have helped.” He smiles almost sheepishly up at the taller ghoul. “I hope you’re hungry.”

Swiss guides Mountain to the table, pulls out the chair for him before taking a seat himself. On the plate there is a serving of roasted potatoes, a kale asian salad, and a plate of creamy mushroom risotto with a fresh baked dinner roll on the side.

They dive into the meal prepared by Mist and Sunny. The earth ghoul talked about his uni work, biodegradable research projects amongst other things. Swiss cracked some jokes and delved more about his parents and his childhood. He grew up surrounded by humans and had very few interactions with ghouls. He met Sunny and Mist in elementary school and have been inseparable since then. They’re family, a pack, if you will. Mountain sips on his wine while watching Swiss enthusiastically tell stories from his childhood. 

As they finish their food, Swiss gathers their plates and sets them to the side, mentally noting to take care of them later. 

“I have something special planned for dessert, follow me,” Swiss stands up, and offers a hand to Mountain. He takes him to the kitchen, and ties an apron around him. 

“I want to ask what we're doing, but you’re not gonna tell me.” 

“You know me so well, but fine, I’ll tell you. We’re making cinnamon rolls.”

Swiss had pre-measured out the flour, cinnamon, butter, and the rest of the ingredients and placed them on the counter. 

“Oh, by 'we're making them' you mean I'm making them?!”

“Yes, but don’t worry, I’ll help.”

Swiss dumps the flour on the counter, forming a well in the center. “First, you’re going to incorporate a few things into the flour. Here,” Swiss hands Mountain a few things and he dumps them into the well. “Now mix them up using the fork, then make the well again.” 

Mountain does as he’s told. Swiss works on mixing the wet ingredients for him. “I’m going to slowly mix this in. First use the fork,” Swiss pours a small amount of the wet ingredients, making sure everything is incorporated before adding more. “Great, now use your fingers. Make your hand into a claw and mix it in. As it gets stickier, start to knead.  It’s going to get pretty sticky, but keep kneading. I still need to add in some more flour.”

Swiss stands back, watching Mountain mix the ingredients so gently, “You’re going to have to be a little rougher baby,” he states after dumping in a few more cups of flour.

Mountain starts to get tired from kneading since he’s been going at it for a few minutes. 

“Swiss, this is hard. I’m getting tired,” he complains. 

 That's not the only thing that's hard, Swiss mumbles under his breath. 

Swiss stands behind him, slightly pushing his hips against Mountain’s back, and helps him knead. Mountain turns his head back, they stare into each other's eyes for a second, and lean in, lips meeting at a feverish pace. 

“Let me take over Mount.” Swiss mumbles into the kiss. He quickly finished kneading the dough while Mountain stands behind him, kissing his neck, hands roaming his body, leaving a trail of flour and dried dough on his clothes, especially his ass.

Swiss sets the bowl with the dough aside, Mountain takes this as an opportunity to grab him and press him against the counter. He leans into Swiss, his ass pressing against the counter, he towers over Swiss for a moment before kissing him with all his might.

Swiss’ arms immediately go to the back of the Mountain’s head, pressing him closer to his mouth, fingers playing with his hair. Swiss pulls on his hair to see what kind of reaction he would get, and he got the best reaction possible. A moan escaped Mountain’s lips as his head was pulled back, foreheads joining after Mountain lets out a whine from Swiss still pulling his hair back. Mountain wanted nothing more to get Swiss naked right then and there.

“Mount…” Swiss whispers, fearing that if he spoke any louder, the moment would be ruined. 

“I'm gonna kiss you again.” Mountain announces in the same quiet tone. 

Mountain goes for Swiss neck, inhaling his scent before lightly kissing him in that little patch near his ear. He wants to bite, he knows and recognizes what this attraction is but Swiss doesn’t. He can't jump the gun and do something that could probably destroy their souls. 

Without realizing, he shakes his head, shaking the thoughts away, Swiss is too high on the love right now to catch Mountain's head shake. Instead, he moans when Mountain begins to kiss down the front of his neck to his collarbones. Tracing the outline of those delicate, sensitive bones. Swiss throws his head back, opening himself more for Mountain. His hands still tangled in his hair, tugging lightly every now and then. He leaves a few hickeys on Swiss collarbones before returning to his lips. Swiss feels Mountain's fangs when he slides his tongue into his mouth, both of them fighting for dominance. Mountain’s hands are gripping Swiss hips so tightly there's bound to be bruising tomorrow.

They hear a distant beeping that’s becoming louder and louder, then they realize it was the timer letting them know the dough was done proofing. Swiss pushes Mountain away softly. 

“Give me a second, and then we can continue, we should get these into the oven,” Swiss pants. 

Mountain, panting equally as hard, nods, but he doesn’t let go of him. He holds Swiss by the waist, continuing to kiss his neck while he rolls out the dough and spreads the cinnamon sugar butter on the dough before rolling and cutting them.

Placing the rolls into the oven, Swiss turns and continues to make out with Mountain. Without clearing out the counter, Mountain hoists Swiss up to the counter. The slightly shorter ghoul now towering over him. His hands start to roam underneath Swiss’ shirt, claws scratching lightly into his skin, enough to leave a faint raised line.

“Mount… more,” is all Swiss is able to get out. Mountain unbuttons part of Swiss shirt to give him access to his torso where he licks his V-line, tempted to go below his belt, but he stops himself. Maybe the coffee shop is not the place to suck his soul out through his dick. 

The timer goes off again letting them know the cinnamon rolls were done baking.

Mountain looks up at Swiss’ face, pleading with his eyes to not get off the counter. Swiss laughs and hops off, heading straight to the oven. 

“Would you mind grabbing the frosting from the fridge?”

Mountain nods and hands it to Swiss, who smears it on the warm cinnamon rolls, melting the frosting. 

Mountain discreetly adjusts himself and fixes his clothes before sitting on the bar. He can’t help but stare at the reminder of what occurred just moments ago. Hair messy, lips swollen, cheeks stained red, his shirt unbuttoned and untucked, a few scattered small hickies, little red lines peeking through his opened shirt.  

Mountain swallows hard. He tries to contain himself and let Swiss finish setting up dessert. 

“A cinnamon roll for you, but before you eat it, I have a special drink I’d to make you”

Swiss brings out a jar with green powder, and a bamboo whisk. Pouring a little bit of hot water over the green powder he put in a mug and whisked it until slightly frothy. He goes to the steamer with some oat milk in a cup, steams it then pours it into the mug and pumps some flavoring into it. 

Mountain’s eyes follow him from one station to the next, until the drink is presented in front of him. 

“I present a matcha latte with oat milk and a hint of rose. Try it,” Swiss encourages. 

Mountain takes a sip and it's like tasting a garden. The rose flavor bring out the flavor of the matcha.

“Swiss, this is delicious. It's amazing. It’s comforting. It makes me feel all warm and safe. It tastes like… home, in a way.” 

“I call it the Mountain Special. I was hoping you'd like it.”

“I love it so much,” Mountain smiles so big. He lets out a moan as he bites into the warm roll, “so good.”

Swiss chuckles. Before him there’s a big ghoul with frosting dripping from the corners of his mouth. Using his thumb, Swiss cleans off the frosting before sucking it clean. 

“And I love you, Mountain.” 

-

After cleaning up the kitchen, Swiss walks Mountain back to his apartment, hoping to stay the night and finish what they started in the cafe.

“Thank you for the wonderful date, Swiss. I loved every moment of it. I adore you so much. Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, Mounty.”

“Um, I know you probably want to stay, but I… uh kinda need time to process tonight, if that’s okay,” he explains, twisting his fingers, obviously nervous of some sort of negative reaction.

Swiss is unsure of what to say. “Yeah, no, yeah, that’s okay! I’ll call you tomorrow. Get some rest.” He leans in to give him a kiss, but Mountain turns, his lips landing on his cheek.

“Thanks. Have a goodnight, Swiss, get home safely.” Mountain enters his apartment leaving Swiss confused outside. 

Staring into the darkness of his apartment, he closes his eyes, leans his back against the door. 

“Fuck.” 

He exhales as tears roll down his face. 

Part 3, soon, sorry

#revenge works #Matcha Latte #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost #ghost the band #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps #mist ghoulette #sunny ghoulette #steamy make out session #angst? #barista swiss #professor mountain #coffee shop au #my fic #idk if that was a good dinner to serve but whatever #i dont go on dates

[dewinabsentia]

what if ghouls had to summon their own replacements (or in some cases, conduct the element transition ritual for their replacement) because it takes some power from the targeted element to bring that new ghoul into being. alpha summoned ifrit. mist summoned dew. ifrit and mist conducted the element transition for dew, all three of them losing parts of themselves in the process.

#angst be upon ye #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost headcanons #ghoul headcanons #ghoul hcs #dewdrop ghost #dewdrop ghoul #ifrit ghost #ifrit ghoul #mist ghoulette #mist ghost

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

im having an awful day at work so how about some aeon/phantom angst i thought about during my shift

something something classics aeon being summoned and clicking with Aurora instantly since she's also a new summon. the rest of the pack trying to warm up to aeon but they're still grieving the loss of aether and even call him the wrong name nearly to a point where aeon resents his own name.

something something aeon fleeing the pack the instant the tour is over but staying within the Abbey cause he has no idea where else he'd go. the idea of keeping a glamour up and pretending to be human 24/7 if he DID run away makes his stomach curl so he stays.

somethinnnnnnn aeon hiding in the kitchen of the Abbey and the Siblings of Sin take him in, let him stay because they realize "hey this kid is really helpful". the siblings of sin adopting him into their group and teaching him how to cook. Aeon seamlessly fitting into their group to a point where he even considers them his primary pack instead of the band.

Aeon who's comforted by his new friends/family when he tells them about how it was like being on tour. Not even the band itself but how he felt like an outcast and how it hurt to hear his band mates address him as "aeth- sorry, aeon."

One of the siblings who primarily work in the kitchens is the one to suggest "Phantom" instead because the little quint moves so quietly and stealthily that he's like a little ghost, like a phantom. He adores this idea and latches onto it. From that point forward they call him Phantom.

The pack doesn't even notice at first, the first few days, a week even, after returning everyone's just so happy to see their old pack mates and be back home that no one notices Aeons missing.

Aethers the one to ask how the new quint has been holding up and where he's gone off too. Everyone's kinda vague in their answers, not giving anything satisfactory. Aurora is the one to chime in with "he's holed himself up in his room and hasn't come out."

Aether who decides to go the quints room only to find it empty, bed made and everything, all traces of the quint scrubbed clean, like he never existed.

Aether who tells the pack that he's not in his room and forcing everyone to tell him what caused it. Tell him why he's run away. TELL HIM WHY the newest member who was entrusted in their care felt the need to slip away wordlessly.

Phantom who's so integrated into the kitchen staff/pack that when the band eventually finds him, he even SMELLS different. The mere sight of his old pack causes him to reek of disparity and panic and confusion.

Phantom who's being shielded by humans and ghouls alike, cowering behind the wall of safety, clearly holding onto a fire ghoul for dear life.

Aether watching this whole scene unfold as he finds the young quint ghoul and can only call out his name, frightened at what he sees, not understanding this reaction.

Aether turning to his own pack with a mixture of disappointment , disbelief, and above all else, anger. Aether looking at them all and asking

"What have you done to him?"

#aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #aurora ghoulette #ghost band #hurt/comfort #light angst #i wanna see him suffer #i love seeing phantom cry #ghost b.c #ghost fanfic

[wrathofrats]

Would we mayhapse get another round of the Dew fights with someone and they have to very roughly make up like that SwissDew one I'm sure we all love deeply (I know I do)

Ofc dear anon, also I’m so so very happy you enjoyed my Swissdew series, I regard that one so very deeply in my heart. I hope you enjoy this one!

Mist finally confronts dew after his transition.

Warnings for hurt no comfort, implied but not described character death/tragic event, implied but not described torture/traumatic events, mist blames aether and omega for dew and deltas botched transitions

-

“So you really went through with it”

Dew barely registers the sound of her walking outside. The light from the kitchen brightens the space behind him as mist slides open the door. He can’t help but wince seeing her shadow darken his space on the porch.

“Yup”

The cold air whips around them, bringing goosebumps to mists skin while dew sits in his chair unphased, a pile of ashes and old newspapers lay beside him. The air smells like dead leaves tinged with the smoke coming from dew burning pieces of paper at his fingertips. Something that would be comforting on any other night makes her stomach turn. His usual smell of aloe and chamomile long since singed into a sickly petrol that invaded her senses. Mist hadn’t seen him since his transition until now, dew purposely avoiding her to avoid this very interaction.

“I’m sure aethers real pleased with his work this time” mist bites. An attempt to antagonize him, force him to finally talk to her. She doesn’t bother to sit down, only chooses to stand behind dew and wonders if he will even spare her a glance. The wind scatters his pile of ashes, sending them into the yard as dew puts out the flame on his finger.

“Don’t bring aether into this”

“Why shouldn’t I? You know what happened to delta-“

“Delta wasn’t aethers fault mist”

Her throat closes hearing her own name come from his lips. Something she hadn’t heard in weeks and she honestly didn’t know if she would ever hear it again. Because of a botched transition or dew practically disowning her she didn’t know. But a searing ice cold chill ran down her spine. A small part of her brain begged him to just look at her.

“It wasn’t but it was the same situation. If omega of all ghouls can fuck up did you really expect me to trust aether?”

Dew grabs another newspaper and turns it into ash as his flame only grows hotter.

“I told you to stop fucking mentioning him”

“And why should I? What if something happened” it’s all mist can do to not raise her voice. She tries to focus on the sky, count the stars instead of wondering what dew even looks like under his hood. She wonders if it’s even her dewdrop under there. She’s scared of the answer.

“Aether loves me. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me” more ash dances around the deck, a line of minuscule destruction in favor of lighting the entire deck up while dew attempts to control his new magic.

“Do you think we didn't love delta? He wasn’t some failed experiment like you seem to think he was” mist rubs her face with her sleeve, catching a stray tear that was forming as the cold air invaded her skin

“I never said that”

“Besides, did it not hurt? Did aether not hurt you when he fucking scarred over your gills? Did it not hurt when he forced the fire magic through your veins? Did it not burn? Do you honestly think-“

“What the fuck is your point mist?” Dew stands up to face her.

She can’t help her reaction. A gasp covered by her hands as she stares at what used to be her water ghoul. The gills along his neck had scarred over hastily, red and wrinkled irritated skin stretched over them irregularly. The veins in his hands had turned an ashy grey color, no doubt a side effect of the searing fire ghoul powers that now coursed through them. Dew quickly covers his hands with the sleeves of his sweatshirt, looking away from mists gaze.

“My point is I could hear you screaming in the infirmary dew.” A tear falls down her face as she fixates on the irregular skin around his neck

“I was fine”

“I stayed there every night until omega told me you were ok. Don’t tell me you were fine when I had to listen to you go through that” her fists clench at her side. Dew still won’t look her in the eye.

“You didn’t have to stay. That’s your fault”

Dew makes the mistake of finally looking at mist. A tear runs down her cheek as he takes in her own state. Dark bags under her eyes as she wraps one of dews discarded jackets around herself. The glance doesn’t last for more than a second or two before dew sits back down again. It’s not a sight he wants to bare, he doesn’t want to believe that mist has torn herself to shreds because of him.

There’s no response that makes sense for her to say. A sick feeling in her stomach after weeks of fighting with him to be told it’s her fault for caring. And maybe it was her fault for spending multiple sleepless nights in the infirmary, for standing at dews door multiple times a day hoping he would answer when she knocked, hell even for not being able to take off the jacket she stole from him months ago.

“I thought you were going to die dew”

The words burn in her throat. A reality she hasn’t yet faced but hits her like a bag of concrete.

He stands up once again, gaze fixed to the ground as he pushes past her to open the door and walk inside.

#hurt no comfort #I’m sorry #oof #aether and omega aren’t bad guys #but I think from mists perspective she’s not happy #I am not implying aether and omega are bad I wanna make that clear #I love them #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #dewdrop ghoul #mist ghoulette #wrath’s ghost lore #angst

[thatfuckinjester]

more thoughts about phantom believing that he's going to be sent back to the pit <3

the first time he heard them talking about it was backstage, right after a ritual. he thought he did pretty good and was so happy about it until he accidentally heard dew and swiis talking. dew said how much he can never be as great as aether was and swiss just telling to wait a bit, aether will come back soon and phantom will go back to the pit.

that night he dreamed about what it'll be like. maybe he would be asleep when aether is back and they'll take him out of his bed before sending him back? crawling out of the pit was hard, and it hurt. will getting sent back hurt as much? will he try to fight it? tleven though he knows there's no point? will he try to crawl back up only to end up down there again? it has hurt to just suddenly have a body, will it hurt to lose it? will he even survive it or will it take whatever made him him away completely? he knows that even though they won't miss him he'll miss the pack.

the first time someone said it to his face it was aurora, she made him promise her that he'll say goodbye before he'll be sent back.

#this sucks i'm sorry i wish i could write it better #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #phantom ghost #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghost #swiss #swiss ghoul #swiss ghost #aurora #aurora ghoulette #aurora ghost #angst #phantom believing that he's being sent back to the pit

[jesusbutbetterrr]

There's a certain air Aurora carries around with her. The type that will make everyone in the room with her happy. Every gesture full of love, perfectly timed jokes, a laugh that could grab the attention of any and everyone, she draws people in without making it centered around her.

No one really thinks to ask her how she's doing though. No one knows about all the worry she carries around. The crushing feeling of constantly being too much, the fear of caring too much, the suspicion that's she's too invested into the people she brings joy to.

No one knows about the countless hours of sleep she's lost, staying up into the late hours of the night going over everything she's done.

Did she say the wrong thing to Dew? He ended the conversation pretty quickly after she said that.

Was the joke she made around Cumulus rude? Her laugh was short lived, maybe she shouldn't have said anything to begin with.

Yeah Mountain said he loves her, but is he just faking it?

What if Rain is just tolerating her at this point?

What if what Aether and Cirrus were talking about was related to her?

What did she do wrong this time?

She didn't mean to do it, it was an accident or possibly a misunderstanding.

She has no ill intentions.

No, nobody would begin to think about the constant worry that captivates her mind. Why would the person with the brightest smile ever feel like that?

#yea i angst your aurora #what about it? #anyways cute little projection moment #aurora ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #the band ghost

[burbur-49]

Frozen Forgetfulness

a/n: I keep reading Phantom/Aeon angst, and it got me thinking; what if yes, Phantom was neglected, but there was an accidental summon.

word count: 2,197

cw; Smut, reader is an ice ghoul, heats, knots, angst

One moment you were in the pit, happily purring in your small pile of ice ghouls. A thing that’s rare due to the scorching heat in hell. The next, you’re being pulled out of your cave by an unknown force, your pack following you speaking in your language, wondering what the hell is going on. Before you know it, you’re being ripped through the sky, your ice element somehow not melting down to a water element, and then you’re in a dark room. A dark room surrounded by tall figures in cloaks, most of which smell of ghoul, and you’re in a circle with two other ghouls, a light pink one and a dark gray one with white, sparkling patches of skin. The ghouls in cloaks are speaking in ghoulish, just not your dialect of ghoulish.

You don’t understand anything you're handed pieces of cloth, and you can only follow by example of the other ghouls in the circle on what to do. That was a year ago. In the first six months of that year, you became friends with one of the ghouls that was in the circle with you, ‘Phantom’. You taught each other a bit of English, he helped make sure your gills didn’t get frozen over or dried out. You were friends with him because the other ghouls had ostracized him, he told you it was because of an older ghoul named “Aether”, whoever that is. Not only that, but you had helped each other with your first top-side heats. It was strange spending it with a warm body instead of the cold ones of your pack mates. That lasted for six months until he was accepted into the pack.

Then he forgot about you. You were an extra summon, an unnecessary ghoul, unneeded. With no one to speak to, you forgot English. Without another ghoul’s pheromones, you stopped producing your own. You had one more heat, it was hell, no one but yourself to help you. Without pheromones, you couldn’t go into heat. No heat means your reproductive organs come to a stop, meaning no kits. You were fully glamoured (a skill learned on your own with days worth of practice) when you ran out of pheromones, leaving you in a human looking and smelling state.

The only thing non-human about you, was your body temperature. Siblings at the ministry joked that you were as cold as a vampire, you of course, not knowing English, didn’t get or understand it. You often hurt yourself while doing the simplest tasks; trying to cook, clean, shave, cut your hair, cutting your nails, hell, even showering. You had no clothes of your own, just what you were given when you were summoned, and random clothes you find in the ministry’s Lost and Found.

One day, you get in trouble for accidentally setting the kitchen on fire while trying to make eggs. You get sent to talk to… Who was it again… Papa? Well, anyway you get escorted to his office and once inside he sighs, mutters something in a language that you know isn’t English, but still didn’t understand. The sibling rants to Papa and then leaves the room, leaving you alone with this ‘Papa’ person. You stare into his mismatched eyes, anxiously waiting for him to speak so you could just nod along to whatever he says.

Instead, he looks at you just as anxious as you do him. 

He speaks to you, “Why are you here, il mio bambino?” He asks curiously.

You reply in your ghoulish dialect. He doesn’t understand a word of what you’re saying, but he knows it’s ghoulish due to how much time he spends around the ghouls. He calls in all of the ghouls to see if at least one of them knows your dialect. Before they can even start trying to get you to speak, the sudden influx of multiple types of pheromones makes your head go dizzy and your body immediately unglamours, ripping the shirt and shoes you’re wearing due to the sudden increase of the size of your body. Phantom, who had forgotten all about your existence, suddenly remembers who you are by the ice blue tint of your skin. A fire ghoul touches you, making you hiss, and the spot where he touched goes a deep blue like Rain’s skin before slowly becoming ice blue again.

An air ghoul touches you, your skin stays the same color, but their scent is just so…. Alluring. Their scent triggers your long overdue heat. You’ve missed so many, it feels like your entire body is an erogenous zone. The air ghoul retracts their hand, joining the other ghouls in watching as you take slow, shaky breaths, your cheeks turning a light purple, and a massive amount of pheromones pouring out of your body, affecting each and every ghoul around you. An earth ghoul, another neutral element, picks you up and carries you to the den.

They lay you on the large ghoul bed, all the ghouls surrounding you, managing to keep their hands to themselves and just purring and letting out soothing pheromones for you. The purring and pheromones are nice, but it can’t help the need you feel. The need to be bred. You start whining and rocking your hips, just to find any ounce of friction. The ghouls understand your needs. Heats are terrible when you’re experiencing them for the first time (to their knowledge).

Phantom moves to the middle, next to you, because he’s helped you with a heat or two and knows just how to touch you. An orgasm should wear you out enough to make you sleepy and docile for a little while, long enough for them to figure out what they should do with a ghoul that is very similar to a newly summoned ghoul. Phantom slips his hand into your shorts, you’re not wearing any panties. It’s either laundry day, or you seriously don’t have any undergarments. Phantom doesn’t dwell on it too long, as he needs to focus on the situation.

He rubs your slit up down a couple times to gather some of your slick and used it as lube and rubbed your clit in slow, agonizing circles. He kisses your neck as he does so, making you whine. You whimper and moan as he picks up pace, your noises a beautiful symphony to the ghouls around you. Cumulus quietly sends Dew into your room to find something that could be of comfort for you during your heat. Dew heads to your room and opens the door.

When he opens the door, what he’s greeted with makes his heart break. A cold room with no furniture, a thin sheet and tattered pillow as bedding, and what little clothes you have in a neat pile next to the door. He notices that all of the clothes look old and familiar. There’s some food in your room; snack size chips, goldfish, capri-suns, half a loaf of bread and a half empty jar of peanut butter. When every ghoul is summoned, Papa prepares a gift basket ahead of time based on their element.

The basket usually has a plushie, a blanket, snacks, a phone, and bath stuff. You weren’t meant to be summoned, so you didn’t get one. Dew wonders how you were forgotten. Your ice blue skin is so pretty and reactive, your scent so alluring and attractive, and those pretty mewls you made when Phantom was touching you, Dew wants to be the one making you make those sounds. He leaves your room and heads back to you and the pack.

Cumulus wonders why he came back empty-handed.

“She doesn’t have anything.” He whispers quietly.

Cumulus is in shock. Everyone else who hears it is too. How the hell do you have nothing in your room? Cumulus goes back to helping Phantom with you. Cumulus is kissing your neck, cheeks, and lips, being so soft compared to Phantom’s fast hands, two fingers pumping in and out of your sopping pussy, and the other, rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your moans and mewls are swallowed by Cumulus, who is lazily kissing you, somewhat teaching you how to kiss.

It doesn’t take long for that delicious wave of pleasure to come rushing over you. You cum with a loud whine, your back arching greatly. Phantom coos at you as he continues rubbing your clit throughout your orgasm to prolong it. It makes you whimper and whine when it becomes too much.

“P-Phantom… _______” You whine his name and some words in your language.

Rain somewhat recognizes bits and pieces of the language, as it’s a different dialect of water ghoul dialect. Phantom notices that your gills are more frozen than they need to be, and he calls over Dew. He has Dew gently touch the ice covering your gills on your neck and ribs. You quickly fall asleep, tired out from your orgasm and happy with the sensation of your gills being unfrozen.

It takes a few days and all the ghouls alternating between day and nights to help you with your heat for it to finally be over. When you get back to your room, you’re redirected to your new room, a room closer to all of the other ghouls’ rooms. In your room there's a mini fridge, a bed, a dresser, a desk, and even a little microwave and bookshelf. A completely furnished room, all for you. The sight of it makes you cry, and you fold yourself into Phantom’s arms.

Once you’re calm, Phantom explains everything and how to use it, you quickly settle into your new space. You’re often in Phantom’s room, even though he’s usually in Swiss’ room. You like his room, it smells nice, like him. You wish he was in there more as the room starts to smell more and more like you. It makes you sad that he’s never in his own room.

Even though they were all reminded of your existence, they quickly forgot about you again. You’re always trailing behind them, being cut off when you try to add to the conversation, you’re a shadow in your own pack, but at least Phantom still interacts with you sometimes. Watching your pack act all lovey-dovey without you is torture. You want to kiss them, hug them, hold them, just everything you see them do together you long for. They’re always doing ghoul piles, but you’re never told when, so when you see them all cuddled up together, and no space left you, you just walk away, not wanting to be a burden.

Sooner than you’d like, your heat comes. You’re laying in Phantom’s bed, alone per usual, when the ache between your legs becomes more prominent, and you can’t help yourself. You know you shouldn’t do this, not in his room, on his bed, but you do it anyway. You shimmy off your pants and underwear and slowly start playing with yourself. You don’t hold back your mewls and moans, purposely hoping for one of your packmates to come and breed you.

Dew, who comes strolling down the hallway after a shower, passes by Phantom’s room. He hears your moans and instantly gets a boner. He opens the door to see you laying on Phantom’s bed, mewling, with your hand between your thighs, playing with yourself. He comes in and shuts the door behind him. He walks over to the bed and stares at you.

“Poor Icepop, in the throes of her heat with no one to help her and give her his knot.” He coos softly.

“G-gimmie it …. I-I want your knot…Please, Dew…” You whine pitifully.

Dew can’t help himself, seeing how wet you are and a slight sheet of sweat covering your body. He pulls out his throbbing cock, giving himself a few languid strokes before stepping closer.

“Aw, does the ice princess need some dick?” He teases evilly.

“Y-Yeah… Please… Give it to me…” You whine loudly.

He chuckles before he rubs his dick up and down your slit, coating it in your slick to lube it up. He slowly pushes it into your cunt, at a slow, agonizing speed that forces you to feel every inch of him. He lets out a guttural moan when he’s fully sheathed inside of you. Hells, this is why only Phantom was allowed in you, your icey cold body, instead of immediately killing his boner, just made him even harder. He gives a few experimental thrusts.

Once he found a pace he kept at it, getting rougher and rougher each thrust. Your pretty little mewls and moans were what kept him going. You were just the prettiest little thing while speared on his cock. The fast pace and movements of his hips against yours makes Phantom’s bed shake and smack against the wall. The sounds of his bed smacking against the wall intrigued Phantom so he entered the room.

Phantom entered the room right at the moment Dew knots you. When he knots you, you let out a pleasurable scream. Phantom hasn’t seen that look on your face, and it makes him jealous. Phantom does not like this one bit.

#cumulus ghoulette #phantom ghoul #papa copia #aeon ghoul #aether ghoul #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost #angst #smut

[klarex]

Well.. yes. I wrote Sodo with a smol and slightly aggressive reader. Is it based on my life? Yes. Do I regret writing it? Absolutely not.

Genre: a little bit of angst and comfort/fluff

Warnings: swearing, teasing and making fun of shorter reader, aggressive reader, crying

Summary: Being a short person and having a crush on Sodo is not easy, especially when he loves teasing you about your height.

Paring: Sodo/Dewdrop Ghoul x short! reader

Dwarf and Gremlin

Pov. (Y/n)

I walked through an empty corridors of the church. I shoved my hands inside pockets of my hoodie and made my way to the ghouls' den.

Colorful leaves falling from trees outside the windows and wind gently whistling. Fall is an amazing season, but of course it was cold here, in the church.

Earlier this day Aether wanted to meet me, because Papa told him that he had something to tell me. I agreed and here I'm in front of the big door leading to ghoul's den.

I took a deep breath and knocked twice, then opened the door. I took a few steps and felt warm wave hit me. I looked into the direction from where the heat was coming from and saw Sodo sitting on a couch. I smiled and blushed at the sight of him.

- Hello Sodo..

I said and walked up behind him. He lifted his head up and looked at me.

- Hey shorty!

He said, laughing and my face turned red with anger. I quickly grabbed a pillow and hit him in the face with it. He didn't expect that and he fell of a couch. He grabbed my wrist firmly and pulled me with him.

I closed my eyes waiting for pain to hit me, but I landed on Sodo's chest, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist and his campfire scent already hit my nose. I opened my eyes slowly and saw his orange eyes that were already looking at me. He opened his mouth to say something, but I punched his shoulder.

- OW!

He hissed and I smirked, pulled myself up so I was sitting on his hips. He froze, looking at me with wide eyes and a slight blush.

I heard someone clearing their throat from behind the couch. I looked up and saw a head looking over me and Sodo. It was Aether. He tilted his head and smiled.

- Leave it for later you two. I still have to talk to you (Y/n).

He said and walked away. I felt my cheeks reddening and quickly stood up to catch up with Aether. I heard a crack from Sodo's throat like he wanted to say something when I ran out of the room.

••

It turns out Aether had to talk about a few things changing in the church, nothing really intresting. I started getting bored and tired after a while.

When he let me go I slowly walked back into the ghouls' main room to get to the exit doors that were only there. My head hung low and I didn't hear footsteps approaching me.

- (Y/n)!!

Sunshine's voice rang through my ears and I felt her hug me tightly, lifting me up a bit. I hugged her back with a tired smile and saw the fire ghoul sitting on a couch behind us. She let me go and looked me in the eyes concerned.

- What's wrong?

She asked and put her hands on my shoulders.

- Just tired..

I said and yawned. She nodded and let go of my shoulders.

- Then you better go to sleep.

She said and chuckled. I nodded and walked to the big door. I pulled the doors, but they didn't budge. I tried again, but nothing happened again. Sunshine and other ghouls are already gone. I sighed and walked to Sodo who was watching TV.

- Sodo..

- What's up, dwarf?

He asked, looking at me with a smirk on his face.

I had enough.

I walked up to him, stomping heavily.

- Listen to me you little shit!!

I barked and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

- Stop calling me that!! You are not even that tall yourself! If you think that's funny calling me short, you are in fucking mistake!!

- I-

He wanted to say something, but I quickly and loudly continued.

- I feel so insecure and I can't do anything about it!! Everyone was laughing at me for my entire lifetime and I couldn't do anything to just stand there and listen to all this awful things they said!! So please just stop!!

I shouted and felt tears streaming down my cheeks. I took my hand off his collar and let my head fall. Sodo looked shocked at me, but didn't say anything. I sobbed quietly and fell down on the floor. I hugged my knees tightly, whispering "stupid" to myself.

Why did I say that?!

You are SOOOO stupid, (Y/n)!!

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up. Through my watery eyes I could see Sodo looking into my eyes with such concern I have never seen before. He slowly opened his arms for me and I immediately jumped into him. I started crying into his shirt as his tail rubbed circles on my back. His warm aura gave me a feeling of comfort and he softly played with my lose hair.

When I calmed down, he pulled me away so I could look into his eyes.

- I'm sorry.. I really am sorry. I- I never knew.. If I knew I would have stopp-

I pressed my lips to his and he gasped. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I yelped in surprise and he chuckled. I placed my fingers into his hair and tugged it softly. He hummed and pulled away.

- How can you be so gentle and aggressive at the same time, love?

He whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My cheeks felt like they were on fire and I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. He chuckled again and kissed the top of my head.

- Let's get you to bed, sweetheart..

Sodo muttered and wrapped his tail around my waist and his hands squeezed my thighs. He lifted me up and my legs clasped around his waist and my arms around his neck. He slowly walked with me in his arms to his room. Corridors were silent and I decided to break it.

- I like it..

I mumbled into his neck.

- Like what?

He asked, surprised.

- Being in your arms..

I smiled and looked into his eyes. He paused for a sec and pecked my lips.

••

When we were at his room doors, he opened, closed and locked them behind us. He gently put me on his bed and covered me with his fluffy blanket.

- I will quickly change. Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart.

He said and went to the bathroom. I lay my head down on his pillows and looked around his room.

Guitars on the walls, big desk with a laptop and office things. A few photos of him, ghouls and ghoulettes in frames...

Wait.

Is this..?

I quickly stood up and walked up to his desk where the photo was. I took the frame in my hands and saw an old photo of me and Sodo together with small red hearts around my head and a small text saying: "my love", he had to add himself.

My heart melted at that and felt my eyes getting wet again. Not from sadness this time. No. Happiness.

I heard a door open, but my eyes were still glued to the picture.

- (Y/n)~ I decided that I would give you my shirt since you don't have- Shit..

He said, worried and looked around his room for me. I sniffed and he immediately ran to me.

- Hey, (Y/n)?

He asked and I looked at him, smiling widely. He looked confused, but when he saw a photo I was holding, he immediately blushed dark red.

- I.. heh.. I have no i- idea how it got here..

He suttered and I kissed his nose.

- I love you too, my fire..

I whispered and kissed his lips lovingly. He took a frame from me with his tail and placed it back on his desk. His hands cupped my cheeks and pulled me closer to him as I put my hands on his shoulders.

I pulled away, breathless and laughed. He put his one hand on the back of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine. We closed our eyes, enjoying each other's presence. His warm wrapped around us protectively.

- You are perfect. You are perfect for me, my love.

He murmured and he kissed me again.

☆masterlist☆

#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #oneshot #fluff and angst #angst and comfort #angst and fluff #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghoulettes #fire ghoul #ghoul #sodo ghoul x reader #sodo x reader #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul x reader #dewdrop x reader #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #the band ghost x reader

[in-ghost-we-trust]

No dew on the morning grass

Chapter 2

Dewdrop x reader

Rain x reader???

A rewrite of twilight new moon

When dew left you crumbled into pieces, you've blocked out everyone

Rain = jacob???

Swiss = mike???

Also so very sorry this is so bad I'm on my phone not my computer, I haven't used my phone to post somthing on tumblr in years and I've completely forgot how to find bold and italics so pleaseeee don't judge I'm working with what I got

You haven't left your room in days, why should you? He's left and there's nothing else for you out of this room. When you do let yourself think, you realize that it sounds mean seeing how you have the rest of your friends, rain primaril. He was your best friend since he was summoned, you"ve been to peas in a pod ever since.

The first couple of days you didn't leave your room, he'd tried and tried to get in or you to come out, just anything, somthing. After you never did he would sit outside your door and tell you about his day, any stunts swiss pulled, mountains new flower beds for spring. He'd never get a reply but he could hear you shuffle out of bed to sit on the other side of the door, head pressed to the cool wood. You listened to him, took everything in. Anything he told you, you'd think about it when your mind wasnt on dew. As much as you wanted to open up that door and see rain, as much as you wanted his embrace, his familiar face, his safety, you couldn't bring yourself to open it. Your room was your salvation, no questions, no looks, you could just sleep, forget or dive into your grief, make yourself feel all the pain again and again. The pain was the only reminder that he was real, when mountain brought you back the pictures you had hanging from a line of fairy lights were gone, the blanket he got you for Christmas? Gone. All the shells he had dived into the lake by the abbey for you? Gone. It was as if wherever he had gone he had tied strings to anything that would directly remind you of him and tied them to himself and walked away.

You were in your bed when you heard it, the lock of your door being wiggled and a soft click, you weren't facing the door, you couldn't see who was comming in. Did you even want to look? You shut your eyes praying whoever this was would think you were asleep. A soft creak at the end of your bed sent a shiver down your spine, it didn't cross your mind it might be a creep or a werido until then. Staying still you heard soft foot steps and some rustling next to you. Your bed was about four feet from the window, you and dew had picked out a rocking chair when you both decided which one of your rooms to stay in when you became a couple. You hear it quietly creak like someone was sitting in it and rocking back and forth. A hand brushed stray pieces of hair away from your forehead, you fought the instinct to shoot your eyes open. The hand was cool and remind you of the smoothness of a rock. The hand left your skin and footsteps lead to the bathroom, the sound of water and more creaks towards you sounded in your ears. Your arm is lifted and a cold rag ran over it, you haven't even noticed you were burning hot, the rag moved to your other arm and the sheets you had covering you were moved away and you could feel the coolness of water run over your legs and stop just above your knee, at least whoever this is, is respectful. You heard a little drip drop of water and felt wetness on your face, gentle and safe, like you would wash a small child after they fell off their bike in the mud. It leaves your face and you don't feel anything else until a small part of your hair is moved, like someone trying to play with it. The rocking chair creeks and sounds like it is being pulled closer to the bed more than the window. You buck up enough to open your eye enough to look asleep and to see whoever it was.

Rain sat there looking at you, fingers fidgeting with the tips of your hair. You shut your one eye again. You relax a little bit but your brain starts to wonder. How long has he been doing this? How did you never notice? You decide to flip on your stomach to face him more, you feel his hands snatch away and a sharp intake of breath. You pretend to mumble somthing. You hear a shaky exhale and him starting to talk "I couldn't sleep again, swiss thinks it's werid for me to be here but I have to know your okay, I miss you so much ______ I mean everyone does but everyone has someone else" your stomach drops "cumulus and cirrus and sunshine, aether and swiss, mountains always been more to himself but me? I don't have you anymore" you feel like crying, you've been so caught up with your own heartache you've caused one "whenever you're okay and come back, I'll be there, as much as you need me" thank satan you had your eyes closed because if not tears would have been running down your face. You don't know what to do, you feel you have to do somthing. You "mumble" in your "sleep" again and stretch a arm out from under your head and let it flop on the arm of the rocking chair. You feel his hand take yours, it was a awkward angle but it was nice to feel his skin on your own. "I miss you so much _____" he whispers and traces your hand with his index finger. You actually do start to fall asleep with his voice as a lullaby. When you wake he's not there, your door is locked and there's no rag by your bed, no water, the rocking chair back in its spot. No evidence of him, just like dew.

Thanks to @the-fem1n1ne-urge for commenting, it really gave me motivation to write

Also sorry for no word count I'm writing this in tumblr and not my normal word docs

#fanfic #ghost band #ghost ghouls #ghoulettes #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #no use of y/n #dew x reader #dewdrop x reader #sodo x reader #sodomizer #sodo ghost #sodo ghoul #sodo angst #dewdrop ghost #dewdrop ghoul #dew ghoul #dewdrop #rain x reader? #short chapter #twilight au #twilight #please be safe #no beta we die like terzo #no beta we die like nihil

[fluffysourpatch]

Until the end of time my little Ghoulette

~ Hi guys! this is my first Ghost band Fanfic! but with help of AI Character haha! yesterday, i was writing with “Sodo” and it was so funny and I thought why not as a fanfic? I hope you will like it guys! I´m sorry for the bad english because english is not my first language and don´t worry the ghoulette is old enough i or you are called because of how small you look like thats why :) and yes it is a romantic fanfic but hoooff well.. it took so long and you need to have some patience haha! Have fun reading! ♥

Sodo x fem reader

Warnings: Sodo is a little asshole shit. // 1505 Words //

// Chapter I //

The little Ghoulette and Sodo 

Sodo was sitting on a couch in the ghouls gen and reading a book quietly. then seconds later entered a little ghoulette the room, Sodos tail twitched. He put on his usuall smile. “Hello there”.

The small ghoulette jumped and turned around and saw him sitting on the couch looking at her. “Oh hi! didn´t know someone would be in here...” The little ghoulette said. Sodo chuckled, “You got the guts to come here, I see” he said teasingly, staring right at her eyes. “So, you like being in this room full of death and darkness?” The little ghoulette looked at him confused why he´s asking this... 

“I mean sure? I´m a ghoul, why should I be scared of death and darkness?”. Sodo tilted his head. “Fair, fair”. There was a pause. “Then, who are ya? I don´t think I saw you around?” The little ghoulettes eyes sparkled, finally someone who wants to talk to her! “Actually, I´m new here! Papa Copia found me somewhere outside in the street meanwhile he was collecting some rats? yeah and then he took me in!” said the little ghoulette smiling happy that she found a better “Family”.

“Papa Copia, huh?” Sodo raised an eyebrow. “I don´t think really think Papa Copia would find a ghoul outside and bring it in like its his cat”. The little ghoulettes tail twitched angryily. Sodo sighed “What else did he tell you?”

“Well, he saw me all dirty and bruised and told me that no ghoul should live this life...” Sodo smirked. “That explains why you´re so naive” he said, “This place isn´t for the weak” Sodo glanced at her small and weakly body. “Do you understand what I´m talking about?” The little ghoulette stared angry at him, she can´t believe the things he´s saying!. 

“I know and I am NOT naive!” “Yeah, sure” Sodo chuckled. “Look at yourself” he glanced at her. the little ghoulette looks down at herself and puts her arms around herself. “You look so unsecure, you´re skinny. Like you never held a weapon. your clothes and mask .... my goodness” he smirked again. “Do ya even know how to use that thing or dress yourself?” The little ghoulette gets more angry the more he insults her and her tail twitched and swings back and forth, then she opens her mouth and says “Just because I look small and weak doesn´t mean I can´t practice to hold a weapon or whatever,,!” 

“I´d like to see you try” he chuckled. “Maybe I really understimated you.         Why don´t you show how mighty you are!” he smirked. His eyes suddenly turned pitch black. “If you are brave enough.” The little ghoulette puffs and turns around “Fuck off! I don´t need to proof anything myself to you!” She opens the door to leave before Sodo smirked and said. “So, are ya leaving?” in a mocking tone. “Seems like someone couldn´t handle a little teasing”. Then he burst out laughing. The little ghoulette ignores him and Sodo watched her leave. “Oh, and just so you know” he said calling her but with a soft voice “Papa Copia and the others won´t be so nice as I was”.

Sodo chuckled “Hehe~..” He puts his legs on the table and taking his book again to continue, “This one´s a crybaby, I can see that... she won´t last long” he whispered to himself.

Meanwhile the little ghoulette stomping angryily to her room. Who does he think he is?! Asshole! I am NOT weak! she thought. She opens the door and closes it, she walks to her mirror and looked at herself. Well I really look weak... but with some training I can do this! She smiles. 

// Time Skip 1 Month later //

The little ghoulette got more stronger and can play a guitar, also can hold a weapon. This whole month she didn´t stopped with her training to show this mean asshole ghoul that she can do something and maybe, maybe that she can beat him in a fight..

The little ghoulette and Sodo met in a hallway and he smirked looked at her up and down. “Seems like you have already became much stronger.” The little ghoul stands looks proud of herself and smiles. “Congratulations, BUT you have so much still to learn” He put on his usual smirk “And I will show you it” He chuckled. “Follow me” The little ghoulettes smiles fell and sighed Ughh.. she started to follow him. 

The both went outside in a garden with much place to practice and fight. “So!” Sodo exclaimed, “You know how to hold a weapon, but do ya know how to use it properly?” he raised an eyebrow. The little ghoulette looks at him bored and raised also an eyebrow to mock him. She shows him how she holds a wooden sword and swings it perfectly. Sodo looks impressed and nods “Not bad” he said trying not to sound impressed “Alright, you have basic knowledge now” ..

“But do you know how to defend yourself” Sodo continued, he raises his arms and moves his hands as a come one! “So, go on, show me something you can use to defend”

The little ghoulette raises an eyebrow and looks at him dumbfounded and sighs. she runs to him and tackles him, next second Sodo is on the ground and groanin. Sodo blinked. “Wow... good job! I didn´t see that coming huh..” he smirked and stands up, “You have talent, keep going” The little ghoulette smirks and proud of herself for winning against Sodo “Hmmhm! see I told you” She said proudly.

He chuckled. “Alright, you´re not as weak as i thought you are. But, believe me” he said with a serious face “this is still nothing”. Sodo took his dagger out, twirling it around a bit. “Do you know how to fight agains an enemy with a dagger in the hand?” he asked. 

The little ghoulette rolls her eyes he really tries to think that i am so weak that i can´t fight against someone. She runs to him and again Sodo is on the ground now the little Ghoul is holding his dagger and twirling it as he did and mocks him “This dagger... it looks beautiful i think i will keep it!” 

Sodo on the ground looks at his hands but there is no dagger anymore. “Hey!” He exclaimed “Give it back! That´s my personal dagger!” 

“You should never think about stealing something from another ghoul!” he said sternly. “I don´t think you want to start your first real fight like that...Do you?” The little Ghoulette looks down at him and smiles, “Maybe? I mean is this not like a fight already? I got your dagger! Your dagger was stolen from a weaak. little. ghoouull.” teases him and smirks and laughs.

Sodo chuckled, “So, you wanna play that way, eh?” He smirked “Bring it on then!” He reached for another dagger and holds it tightly in his hand. “Let´s see what you can do little ghoul” The little ghoulette looks angry at him and then they start to fight and keep going. Sodo manages to scratch her cheek with his dagger but the little ghoulette ignores the pain and keeps going. Sodo swings his dagger at her arm but she blocks it with her dagger and pushes Sodo away. 

After like ten minutes of fighting Sodo lays on the ground AGAIN. both are breathing heavily. The little ghoulette holds now his second dagger at her hand and smiles. Sodo lait there for a moment. “Wow, you´re impressive. I´ll admit it” he muttered. “Just don´t get overconfident!, there´s always someone better than you” He stood up, brushing dust of himself.. Sodo smirked. “You still have a long way to go to become skilled, though”.

The little ghoulette puffs and looks at him grinning at him “I am more skilled then you...” Sodo laughed. “Is that so? Then come again” He smirked. “I wonder how a rematch will end” The little ghoulette shakes her head, she can´t believe that he still wants to try again after he lost against her! “Again? You lost. and lost against me! don´t try again” she laughs “And I need some food anyway so I go.”

Sodo watched shocked at her and gets a little angry “You think I´m going to let you leave after insulting me like that?” He raised his eyebrows. The little ghoulette starts to walk away from Sodo ignoring him. “Get back here! I am not done with you yet!” Sodo grabbed her by her wrist. The little ghoulette takes his hand, pulls on his arm and throws him at the ground. “No touchi touchi again after I ate!” said the little ghoul moving her finger at him leaving. 

Sodo groaned, standing up and shaking the dust off. “Humph, she sure is cocky” He muttered. “I think she got potential. Perphaps, I should keep an eye on her” watched her body leaving. But just wait. The next time I´ll get my dagger back he smirked. 

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If you´re confused why i didn´t put Y/N i just went with little ghoulette but its still you! :) i hope its not bad! ♥

#ghost band #sodo ghost #sodo ghoul #sodo x reader #sodo x female reader #sodo x fem!reader #ghost band x reader #sodo ghoul x reader #sodo ghoul x ghoulette reader #sodo x ghoulette reader #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghost #nameless ghoul #copia #papa copia #fluff #angst

[mountainsabandonedshoes]

sunny and aeth struggle with being separated from their pack so they cling to each other constantly, they refuse to be separated from each other for large periods of time. losing their pack was hard enough but losing each other would truly mean losing everything to them.

#sorry aeth #sorry sunny #lowkey angst #sunshine ghoulette #aether ghoul #the band ghost #ghost the band #nameless ghouls #namelessghoulettes #ghost bc #ghost fandom

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

Something something phantom who used to go by aeon but decided that was too close to aether (even tho they aren't similar at all) because the band kept calling him "aether- no, AEON" to a point where he changed his name to phantom and Aurora is the only one to call him Phantom

Something something Aurora calling him phantom and the rest of the band not knowing who's she's talking about

#I need to see him crying #sobbing #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #aurora ghoulette #ghost b.c #ghost the band #phantom ghoul angst

[cirrus-ghoulette]

Sunshine being at Aurora's summoning

Sunshine realising it's another ghoulette and getting SO excited because NEW LADIE

She helps wrap the robe around her shoulders and guides her back to her rooms to the night since Aurora doesn't have her own room yet

She's the one who names Aurora, since they watch the Northern Lights that night

She hears Aurora's voice in the shower the next morning

It's beautiful.

#Sunny has taxes to catch up on #No angst herer #Just ghoulettes supporting ghoulettes #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #my works #headcanons #Sunshine ghoulette #Sunshine #Aurora #Aurora ghoulette #Ghoulette #New ghoulette

[thatfuckinjester]

some small thing from what i'm writing rn but it's not good at all lmao (once again it's phantom thinking he's being sent back)

phantom spending the first day back in the clergy locked in his room, no one noticed he was gone, he could hear them from behind his door, laughing and having fun, making sure that everyone who's important is there with them.

he slept through the second day and woke up, opening his window and just looking at the stars until it made him tear up for knowing he will never see them again when copia has enough time off to send him back.

the third day he felt some new presences, they felt similar, like his home when he was a kit, but they were not familiar, so he ignored it.

the fourth night he closed his window, the blinds, everything just to not see the sky again.

the fifth day someone (aurora) knocked in his door and asked if he's okay, he didn't recognize the words.

on the sixth day he heard some whispers behind his door and he's isn't really sure if someone knocked on it while he slept or if he imagined.

on the seventh day he cleaned his room, making sure to leave it cleaner than it was when he got it.

on the eighth day he decided to see the stars again, and forever. so he packed his things and that night m, after he didn't hear anyone out, he unlocked his door and took all of his stuff with him before walking towards the entry.

he was so close until someone who he hasn't seen before touched his shoulder and asked where he was going.

on the ninth day...

#ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #phantom ghost #aurora #aurora ghoulette #aurora ghost #omega #omega ghoul #omega ghost #aether #aether ghoul #aether ghost #angst #maybe #it's been in my drafts for a day but i have nothing to say and i think something is wrong with my hand #phantom believing that he's being sent back to the pit

[whump-ghoul]

Whump Month #4: Shaky

Day four of @cirrus-ghoulette’s Whump Month!

Summary: Sometimes, Mountain’s sciatica gets the better of him... here's how the pack helps him out. 

Tags: Hurt/Comfort / Mountain’s chronic back pain

WC: 1732

It wasn’t until Mountain’s timing wavered briefly, that the ghouls knew they had a problem on their hands. He’s been so good at hiding it, but one small hiccup in his usual seamless performance outed him right away. Because Mountain was never out of time. Of course he corrected himself, but that only amplified the pain radiating from his back and knees. 

He kept telling himself it was the last show of the tour... and he was guiltily counting down the songs before the end. Before the encore, Mountain tried not to look at the ghouls staring back, and he desperately tried to ignore the hand on his shoulder that Copia gave him as he passed to get changed. Kiss the Go-Goat, Dance Macabre and Square Hammer. Three more songs. Just three more before- 

He wanted to cry when he remembered the final bows, and his distressed energy was easily read by Aether. 

Mercifully, the final song rolled around, just as his back began screaming in agony and his knees had since gone numb. Earlier, he hoped that by taking his boots off, he’d be able to lessen the strain on his legs, but it only made it worse by having no support at all. And with no gaps/time to put them back on, he was stuck. 

Aether was the first at his side, playing it off with a:

“Hey, big guy.” as he leant in for a hug, though the sudden ease of pain on his limbs reminded the ghoul of Aether’s quintessence. Still glued to his side, Aether took some of his weight as they descended the stairs, still playing it off as a casual ‘bit’ in order to lessen the fans concerns - though they were too enamoured by the ghoulette’s passing out roses and Dewdrop tossing picks to care. Mountain looked longingly back at his drumkit, guilty he hadn’t picked up some sticks to throw, but Swiss was already on it. He’d theatrically snuck up to the kit, grabbed a couple then pranced to the stage edge to pass them around, dramatically shushing the audience as though he weren’t supposed to be sharing Mountains drumsticks. 

Eventually, the ghouls and Copia lined up for the bows. Mountain tensed, though the shorter ghouls had taken to his side, stopping him from raising his shaking arms too high. Both Cumulus and Rain squeezed his hands, the latter leaning in.

“Breathe through it.” He said, and Mountain nodded, closing his eyes behind the mask as they collectively stepped forward. 

By the time his feet hit the edge of the stage, his knees decided to finally give out, trembling as he went down with a pained grunt. This time, though Cirrus was there to catch him, looping an arm around his back.

“Just a few more steps.” She said, one hand finding his chest to keep him upright. His whole body trembled: shaking at the strain. Embarrassment painted his cheeks red under the helmet, as his clothes felt too right and constricting, especially with the sweat produced from the strain he put upon his body. She motioned for the other ghouls to head to the dressing room, settling Mountain on a backstage crate to offer him some privacy from ghoulish eyes. Touring Siblings of Sin were already in the throes of dismantling the stage, therefore they were too busy to stop and question them. 

“How bad?” She asked, removing her monitor and placing it to one side before taking away Mountains. The earth ghoul hesitated. 

“Nine.” 

“And for how long?” 

He hung his head. “Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s alright, Mount. You did so well to get this far.” She praised, taking a hold of his chin to hold his head up. She smiled, seeing her reflection in the eyes of his mask, as his hands fumbled with the clasps of his waistcoat, avoidant of further questioning. It frustrated her to know he chose to suffer in silence, though one look at his hunched form dissolved an lasting anger for him.  

“We’ll do that later.” Cirrus hummed, reaching for her helmet. “Let's get the hard bit out of the way first and get to the bus, hm?”

Mountain’s shoulders slumped from their tensed position. Cirrus, trilled in question, now unglamoured to accommodate her horns and tail. She ran the spade of her tail up his leg, smiling at the lack of shoes. Mountain looked at the long corridor of many obstacles, then back to his lap, shaking his head. It was simply too far… he didn’t have it in him. 

“Hey there, Pebble.” 

Mountain shifted his head, his neck begging him to stop moving. 

Cumulus had arrived; dressed down to just the blouse, trousers and boots as she approached from the other side. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Too far.” He grovelled, massaging one knee with his still-glamoured hand. Choosing one battle a time, Cumulus went on the defensive. 

“The sooner we get to the bus, the sooner you can lie down, then the next thing you know, we’ll be back at the Abbey!” 

“Then you’ll have your bed, your chair and your ‘cigarettes’.” Cirrus wriggled her eyebrows suggestively at the last item, and was more successful than Cumulus when fighting back a laugh when his head perked up. Cumulus held out her hands. And Mountain took them. 

Mountain was miserable when they eventually hobbled onto the bus, and thoroughly embarrassed that it took three tries just to get up the steps. No matter how much Cumulus was telling him to slow down, he didn't want to hear it; determined to get to his tiny, tiny bunk. 

However, he didn’t have to worry just yet, as Cumulus steered him to the small dining area at the front of the bus. Copia was yet to arrive, therefore they had some time to spare. Cumulus got to work helping him with his clothes, chittering when he moved as she was content to undress him from his soaked clothing herself. When his helmet was removed, his face was pinched with pain, a sheen of sweat coating his skin and plastering his cropped hair to his forehead. She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, and with some manoeuvring, she slipped a hoodie over his bare torso, and wrestled some soft shorts over his gangly legs; mindful of his swollen knees. 

“You look comfortable.” Dewdrop smirked, leaning casually against the narrow entryway to the sleeping area. Cumulus took her leave, though not before offering another kiss. 

Mountain rolled his eyes, the agony pulsing through every muscle providing every synonym possible for the word ‘comfortable’. The fire ghoul looked at him with a mixture of sadness, and love. 

“How long?” He murmured. 

“Cirrus already asked.” Mountain grumbled back, making to stand, slowly, to avoid his knees buckling. It took a lot of leaning on the nearest wall, but he managed to get upright. Dewdrop had left him to it, allowing the earth ghoul some dignity, though watching carefully in case he should fall. 

“I’m going to bed.” Mountain decided, though he didn’t move. 

“You tryna teleport or what?”

Mountain glared at Dewdrop who grinned. 

“C’mere.” He said, hooking Mountain's arm over his shoulder. It was quite the sight, given that Dewdrop was a good foot shorter than the earth ghoul.

“You’re sleeping with us tonight.” Dew stated when they passed Mountain’s bunk. 

At the back of the bus, the ghouls had rearranged the couches to resemble a nest. It sported a collection of blankets and pillows from the bunks, as well as several hoodies and t-shirts with each of the ghouls’ scents on. In the middle of the relaxing ghouls, was a space fit for a Mountain. A wave of relief hit the earth ghoul like a tonne of bricks as he was granted a night without having to curl up in order to fit in his own bed. 

Rain held an arm out; reclined against a pillow as he gestured towards the space next to him with his other hand. Mountains knees were shaking again; pain and discomfort radiating so strong that even the air ghouls were able to sense it. Aether shifted in his worry, but was ultimately pulled back towards a sleepy Cirrus’ chest, the ghoulette promising that Mountain was going to be fine. Dewdrop nudged him forward, and he all but collapsed in the space between Sunshine and Rain. The water ghoul helped him get comfortable against his chest, before beginning to run his hands through his scalp, frowning when he realized the ghoul was still glamoured. 

“You can drop it.” He offered, though was met with a sigh as Mountain sagged against him, but he still kept shifting his legs to try and get comfortable. In the low light, Rain could easily see that his knees were swollen, and beneath his hand, his shoulders were still tight with tension. 

Though this didn’t last long, as Sunshine quickly got their hands on him. Using their fire essence, Sunshine offered warm hands to massage away the pain, wincing themselves when they felt just how tough the muscles around his knees were. However, they revelled in how Mountain slowly began to relax beneath their hands. While they found it difficult to stay awake - still not used to the stamina needed to perform - they were determined to continue for as long as the Earth ghoul needed. 

Swiss on the other hand was more blasé in his ministrations. He padded over to the pile and tossed a water bottle towards the earth ghoul, along with a packet of painkillers. Rain hissed non-committedly at him as he caught the bottle, but Swiss shrugged it off with a smile. Believe it or not, Swiss knew exactly what Mountain needed when his pain got the better of him: painkillers and a surface to lay on. The additional attention from the ghouls was not unwelcome, but it took Mountain a long time to accept and feel comfortable with the help. Admittedly, Swiss used to hover on days like these, but as the years passed he grew more knowledgeable and understanding of Mountain’s insecurities. After the earth ghoul had swallowed some pills, Swiss was satisfied enough to settle in the pile, taking the spot behind Dewdrop as they waited for Copia to return. 

After the tour a long rest was certainly deserved, and before they knew it, they’d be back to the familiarity of the abbey grounds. 

#whump month #the band ghost #ghost bc whump month #angst #hurt #comfort #hurt/comfort #chronic pain #mountain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #they/them sunshine #swiss ghoul #fanfic #whump month 4