#nameless ghouls x gn reader

[ace-of-gay]

I currently dont have a masterlist set up for this collection but i hope you enjoy this none the less, this will eventually be posted on ao3 but i dont have an account currently

Not betad or edited

Warnings: age regression, self neglect (not eating, not sleeping, etc.) slight panicked reader but not nearly enough to be a full warning, reader is a half ghoul half human cause this is my interpretation of a fantasy universe <3, cuddles!!!

age regression is a coping that can both voluntary and/or involuntary it is entirely safe and reccomended by therapists if they believe it would be effective for said person but as mentioned for some people it is entirely unpredictable, if this makes you uncomfortable please carry on thank you <3

This was originally written for my best friend so keep in mind this is our dream and thoughts and may not fit well into the ghost universe

Word count: 2,025 words

Nameless ghouls and papa copia taking care of half ghoul reader

Having spent a restless night wasnt uncommon for your or any of the ghouls, especially when seasons and elements were changing, you spent a good few weeks of the tour in your element but the farther and farther you traveled to bring enlightenment to others around the world the more the weather seemed to shift, this most recent nights travel not only took you to a new scene and new spirit of buzzing thrill but a stiffened weight of being completely out of your element, while yes it effects all ghouls it affected you far different.

Being part ghoul meant you weren't as aware of your instincts so feeling them shift always left you in a silent suffocating shock.

With so much bustle amongst the ghouls, papa having a chipper edge to his seemingly endless worries it kept the team heightened and moving, preparing and running through the setlist, this will be the biggest show yet in a city youre entirely new to.

You hid the encroaching feeling well, never once had any of the ghouls questions any difference to your demeanor; having one responsibility after another kept you busy all day nevery staying in one area for long, earbuds in and mask upon your dome, it was same as others methods of preparing just more secluded and in your zone, if there were any changes in anything at all papa, the ghouls and ghoulettes knew that they could calmly inturupt you in your flow.

Listening to every part of the setlist through the literal audio versions of it, everything on the outside seemed normal to everyone but the electric vibrations in your joints and dull ache in your head told you plenty, to the others you were staying silent to save your voice for later so to speak but to you the weight of speaking was way heavier than your desire to ask for help or for rest.

With the show quickly approaching and you having forgotten to eat you downed not one but two energy drinks, spiking youre adrenaline temporarily in hopes itd get you through the show.

All you had to do was get through the night off of artificial energy and true passion for others joy. Just like the full ghouls you spent your time during the show in your human form but unlike them you had a harder time forcing it to stay when you were exhausted.

Papa copia unbeknownst to you had his eye on you, hes the only one who saw you this morning, the deep bags under your eyes and your ghoulish grey having a pale green seemingly sickly color easily masked by your helmet, if all went well youd rest for extra tonight but he didn't see that being the only end to the night.

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You were a fan favorite, when you weren't singing backup vocals you were running around stage with your hagstorm base shredding in duos with swiss, bursts of fire being shot upwards, the only time you stay away from the edge of the stage, the light from the fire glinting against the slightly matte chrome picguard, just enough to catch you right in the eye blurring your vision with a blinding flash.

to the congregation watching below your jolts you send into moving your bass guitar looked like flare but for you it was sheer panic, the blinding flash was just enough to put you on the edge of tipping into a deeply unwanted headspace at the moment.

prancing over to where mountain is perched at his drums you take yourself out of the limelight and hide yourself in the downcast shadows from his drums, with the last three chords being extended for showmanship you give a desperate glance to papa with hope that he'll see your glance, and such he does.

You station yourself once more at your mic, you stum the starting chords and belt out backup vocals for the final song, your throat aches as your human form is slipping, your eyes having small flickers of change and a small stumble thankfully met with a stomp on the down beat.

papa makes his way your direction ending the set list with 'Darkness at the heart of my love', when it gets to the part without vocals he does hand flourishes while you play your bass passing by with his mic down "tieni duro piccolo", walking his way around the stage to stand center and finish up the song.

In a blurr of time everything felt like it was on sparks of muscle memory and you were at the front with all other ghouls taking a well deserved bow with a standing ovation for each and every single one of you.

Papa copia was the first to lead off stage letting the ghouls throw picks and a few drumsticks from mountain and what not, you didn't stay long to see everything but you did notice people throwing things onstage as gifts; off stage setting down your bass in a stand you stumble into papas open arms.

Your forehead lay gently atop his chest still in your helmet your horns sit near his collar bone shaking yohr head, "i cant papa, i cant" not entirely sure yourself what you meant he hummed in understanding and hushed you, gently rubbing your back and swaying side to side, "stai bene piccolo ghoul, you can rest now. Ive got you, matter of factly weve got you"

Finally relaxing enough to let your ghoul form fall free, your tail limp all of you is exhausted and you feel so small but people always said it was weird and not good, they never listened to you when you said it was involuntary or a coping mechanism it was just permanently bad.

"Oh piccolo, shh your thoughts are so very loud my dear, it is okay to be small, the ministry welcomes all with coping, we will care of you"

He holds you closer and tighter humming a tune, and just like that your walls had fallen, there was no more fighting it, big doe ghoulish eyes staring up at him, complete silence from you.

At this point the others had made their way backstage, dew came walking over to take over while papa helped collect all the instruments. "Dew, could you please take them to the bus? We will get everything "

《~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~》in the bus now and changed in comfortable clothes dew led you to the ghoul pile nest, when you refused to sit down he stepped aside watching as you grab your comfort item from your personal bunk and made your way back to the nest laying in the center, followed by him curling himself around you.

The ghouls only ever took their helmets off when in a homely environment so dew having his helmet off was his symbol of saying you are safe.

Once everyone had finished packing up and putting stuff away they had all filed in slowly

Cumulus being the first to stop by you and dew at the nest, holding out a plush ghoul for you that she had picked up from the items thrown on stage, papa copia was next to stop by sitting with you and dew, you hadnt noticed until now that he was asleep holding onto you until mountain joined pulling him off of you so you could lean into papa as he held one of your comfort snacks and a juice, both already having been opened by him, he held you as you snacked.

Once you had finished he got up going to the front to drive the bus.

You were once more pulled into the cuddle pile by dewdrop his eyes open long enough to make sure all of your comfort items were tucked against your chest, between you both, "sleep little one, a tiny ghoul needs plenty of rest" soon joined by the rest you had finally fallen asleep, the ghouls were your element aswell. When finally at the hotel for the evening you were carefully awoken by papa, all the ghouls except dew had gotten up, but even he was awake, but he stayed to keep you warm, "it is time to go in, we are buddy system tonight, four ghouls in a room, each room has two king sized beds so its plentyful room"

You finally let go of dew and stretch, getting up to get ready you realize your overnight bag has already been packed and one of the taller ghouls hoodies layed out next to it, you could hear the ruckus at the front of the bus of all the other ghouls ready to bunk up in the hotel.

You slip on the hoodie which you now know belongs to swiss, his smell encapsulating your mind.

Papa comes up behind you placing a hand on your back "piccolo the ghouls have decided you can pick who youre bunking with, they want to be sure youre okay when tiny, loro ti amano"

You make your way to the front of the bus where you find the ghouls with their charm up. looking to papa followed by you tapping swiss, rain and mountain on the heads, the three stand up, mountain takes your bag and rain scurrys away and back with your mask in hand "are you able to use charm right now or is the mask a better option?" He questions

Taking a moment to test how well the charm feels, you point at the mask. Nodding he gently places it atop your head, he places his hand under your chin causing you to look up so he can buckle it up and tan pats you atop your head, swiss gently pulls the back of the hoodie at the bottom away from your back "curl your tail tiny" tucking it under the hoodie

Once in the room mountain sets down the bags he was carrying and helped take the mask off of your noggin, ruffling your hair causing you to chirp in response, rain and swiss hop on the bed closest to the door leaving the one near the window "copia is ordering food for everyone, hes getting youre favorite for you" mountain chimes, grabbing to tv channel guide and flipping through it.

"Movie?" You mumble causing all three of them to look over, normally youre completely silent when youre small, "you wanna watch a movie?" He questions flicking on the tv and sitting on the bed, he turns on Wall-E for you.

Sometime a few minutes later he feels you shuffle closer on the bed cuddling into his side with your comfort item in hand.

After dinner was delivered and eaten and the movie was over you had tucked yourself on your side of the bed you shared with mountain, rains lamp still on so he could read while swiss was practically cuddled ontop of him, every time you would shift or turn in bed they could hear it, causing them to watch you carefully when youd move or grumble is dissatisfaction.

there was just no way to get comfortable, this wasnt home or the bus, you werent wrapped in your family, you huff out rolling over to look at mountain, to your suprise he was looking right at you quizically.

You quickly curl into his side before he got the chance to say anything, "o parum ghoul, mi amor, papa is right, your thoughts really are so very loud" swiss sighs, pulling himself out of his bed followed by rain who lay on your open side and swiss next to mountain, it may not be a perfect ghoul pile but its better than before, rolling over when rain pulls out his book to read aloud, your head on his chest.

listen to the thrum and Rumble deep in his chest, your eyes fall closed but not before you wrap your tail around swiss' wrist where it resides clutched around mountain, your mind will feel fresh and lively tomorrow filed with the itmost of energy, especially after an evening full of cuddles and littlespace, rain places a gentle kiss atop your head and just like that you are asleep.

#nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls x little reader #cardinal copia x little reader #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #cardinal copia x male reader #nameless ghouls x gn reader #agere reader #swiss x reader #mountain x reader #rain x reader

[molly-ghuleh]

Honeysuckle - Mountain x gn!reader

Mountain's rut is coming up soon, and the only thing he can think about is you.

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Contains: smut, MDNI!! ghoul heat cycles, masturbation, breeding, oral (both receiving), penetration, knotting, soft Mountain uwu, pining

Notes: Reader is intended to be gender neutral, so I tried to use non-specific anatomy as best I could. Enjoy!~ AO3 link

It’s hot. Too hot, and Mountain can’t sleep. He always gets like this just before his rut–as if his body is saying, in case you didn’t have the whole week blocked off on the calendar already, it’s happening soon–and more often than not, he ends up jerking himself off anyway.

Dew and Swiss call it his ‘pre-rut nut’. 

He feels all the aspects of a rut. His body burns, his dick is sore, and his tail whips around faster than usual, but he doesn’t have that animalistic urge to breed anything that walks yet. 

Yet. 

Hence, pre-rut nut. 

Mountain sighs and throws the thin blanket off his body. The cool air from the window flows over his bare chest, raising goosebumps in its wake. His nipples pebble slightly at the sensation and he shudders. He can live with hard nipples. 

His aching cock, though, is a different story. 

When he’s this close to his rut, he has to jerk off every night. During the day he can assuage his urges, distracted by his duties. But at night when he has nothing else to do, the full force of his unholy urges hit him like a tidal wave, a near-orgasm in and of itself. In the days before his rut he edges himself all day without even realizing it. Usually it’s his pants constricting around his crotch just right, or he sees a perfect ass filling out a pair of pants that makes his dick twitch, but lately… Lately, the only thoughts making his dick twitch have been of you.

Oh, Lucifer, he’d made his way down to the gardens this morning and had been greeted with an eyeful of your ass as you bent down. The sight nearly made him trip over his own tail. He just wanted to grab your hips and– 

His cock jumps in his boxers and he groans. He slips his legs out of the material but keeps them close, so he can clean himself up after he blows his load to the thought of you. 

Mountain knows it’s wrong of him to think of you this way, but sweet Satan, he can’t help it. Not when your scent is the most tantalizing thing he’s ever smelled. Whenever he’s around you, your essence wraps around him and inside him, tugging at his heart as if you know it beats only for you. Just the smell of you, so strong and enticing beneath your perfume, is enough to bring him to his knees, and it has. The first time he’d smelled your scent after a day working in the gardens together, he’d pinned one of his pillows between his knees and rutted down into it like a rabid dog. 

He briefly considers doing that now, but he decides against it. He’d ruined his pillow so thoroughly that he had to throw it out. 

Mountain wants to ruin you instead. 

He brushes his hand down his neck, over his collarbone, and down to circle one of his sensitive nipples. Oh, he just knows you’d treat him so well. Your hands, so small and soft compared to his, would explore every inch of his skin as you exposed it. Your hands would accidentally brush his nipples as you unbuttoned his shirt, but when you heard how his breath hitches at the touch, you’d do it on purpose. Maybe you’d even tilt your head down to take one of them into your pink lips and pull just to see how he’d react. Ah, the sweet little sound you’d make when Mountain’s hips grind up into yours…

Mountain palms his length, only applying a light pressure. No fingers yet, no–in his mind you’re still wearing clothes. He can’t slide himself inside you before he’s made you cum at least once. He knows his size is daunting. He’s been humbled in the past by potential partners who’d gotten one look at his hard cock and fled for the hills. But you would see it as a challenge. He can practically hear you purring into his ear, Come on Mounty, how many inches do you think I can take before I beg you to stop?

Mounty, Mounty, Mounty…

You’re the only one who calls him Mounty. Satan, it makes his knees weak. He wants to know how it sounds in his ear, against his neck, in his mouth. He wants to know how it sounds muffled around his cock. He wants to know how it sounds when he drags it out of you, the last syllable spilling from your lips in a pathetic little whine. He just knows you’d take him so well, all the way to the hilt, and past it when he’d knot you– That thought makes a low growl erupt from his chest. He finally, finally takes himself into his hand, giving himself a few slow, firm strokes. He can’t decide if he wants to imagine it’s your own hand, your lips, or your dripping hole wrapped around him, but his mind lands on your mouth. You’d insist on trying to take him as far as you can down your throat. That’s another challenge you’d pose–how long you can keep him in your mouth until your jaw starts to ache. If you can even fit him. 

But Mountain would only let you touch him after he gives you pleasure first. He wonders how you would taste at the first lick. A little salty, maybe? After your first orgasm, you’d be sweeter, slicker, and because he knows you would be so good for him he’d give you another one. He’d make you scream for him, beg him with incoherent little pleas of your nickname for him. Oh, he can almost hear you in his mind. Oh sweet Satan, Mounty, please… 

Only then would he let you test your little theory. Such a sweet thing for him, crying and drooling around his thick cock and telling him you can take more. 

Mountain grips at the sheets underneath his naked body as his hand slides languidly up and down. He knows he needs sleep, but the visions of you are too delicious to rush. No, you deserve to be revered. Worshiped like the unholy being you are. He prays to you, kneels at your altar, communes with your divinity through his lascivious fantasies of your body under his. He wants to make love to you. He wants to take you so, so slowly at first, stretching your muscles around his dick when he enters you for the first time. He wants you to feel every thick, prodding inch of him inside you. He wants to watch your body arch under him when his tip drags against the spot on your inner walls that will, eventually, make you scream his name. He wants to swallow your moans and whines of discomfort with his lips and shush you and tell you that it’s alright, the stinging stretch will go away in a few seconds. He wants to lean down to your ear and whisper that he loves you, and he wants you to say it back. 

Lucifer, he hasn’t even kissed you yet. 

Mountain would wait until you say you’re ready for him to move, and then he’d pull out nearly all the way just to angle his hips upward and push back in. He imagines the way you’d gasp in surprise that the uncomfortable stretch has turned into pleasure. You’d wrap your arms around him, tugging at the hair on the base of his skull the way you know he likes. Your fingers would brush against the base of his horns by accident. He’d shudder at the contact, rutting his hips into you harder than he meant to, and then you’d do it again on purpose. 

His free hand absently raises to his head to touch his horns the way he imagines you would. The hand wrapped around his leaking cock begins to stroke faster, harder. “Oh f-fuck, petal, that’s so good…” 

His own words echoing in his room make him blush. Mountain knows you like it when he calls you petal. You haven’t explicitly told him so, but he notices the way your eyelids flutter and your mouth quirks up whenever he says it. Once, he’d groaned with soreness from kneeling in the gardens all day and said, you’re killing me, petal. It had sounded more lewd than he’d meant. He had to pretend that he couldn’t smell your arousal suddenly flaring up in you after he’d said it, but oh, you smelled delicious then. He’d had to excuse himself for a few minutes just to rub one out to your lingering scent before he came in his pants. 

Mountain knows you like him, too. Your scent has started to change over the last few months, after you’d started working in the garden with him. You smell sweeter now. Sweeter means your heart pounds a little faster, a little harder whenever you see him. 

The endorphins your body releases at the sight of him make you smell like honeysuckle. 

He grips the base of his horn tighter and pulls. He can picture you riding him like your life depends on it, holding onto his horns for stability and because you’d know he likes that. Your lovely hips would feel so plush and warm in hands when he digs his fingers in to drag you up and down his length. You wouldn’t have to do the work, no... Mountain would take care of you. He’s the biggest, strongest ghoul, but also the most gentle. He’d lift you like you weighed nothing and guide you back down onto his cock without you having to put an ounce of effort in. He’d treat you so well, petal. So well. 

He fists his cock faster now. He can tell he’s going to cum soon, but fuck, he doesn’t want it to be over so soon. Not when his mind is conjuring such sweet pictures of you. 

The ghoul wonders how you’d sound when you get close. Are you loud? Would you get louder? Would you start to beg him to make you cum, or would you go silent? Would you whine out his name for him? His full name or the nickname you gave him? Could you cum from just his cock, or do you need him to help you? Do you need his hands? Oh, sweet thing, you can have his hands. 

He meant to tell you. He wanted to tell you how he feels about you, and then show you, and show you again. But he wants your first time together to be slow, passionate. He wants the only thing on his mind to be you. When he’s in his rut, he can only focus on his primal need to breed, and he doesn’t want that for you. Not yet. Would you like it, though? Mountain imagines what you would sound like begging him to breed you and his knot begins to swell at the base of his dick. He wants to explode inside of you, over and over, until your belly is swollen with his seed. One of his loads will take, right? It must, after he’s fucked his cum into you more times than you can count. His thick knot will keep it inside you until it takes. 

Pre-rut nut, his ass. 

Mountain moans your name like a prayer. He’s sure the other ghouls can hear him call out for you, but he doesn’t care. “Yes, petal, take my knot. I—fuck—I know you can take it all, sweet thing. You’re so good for me, taking my knot so well—”

He imagines you crying out for him, cumming on his cock so hard like he knows you can. He’s not finished yet. Not yet. Just a little longer, please—

You would bring his head down to yours and kiss him so tenderly while he thrusts into you like a man dying. You’d whisper in his ear that he feels so good, fucks you so well, and that you want him to cum inside you. Inside, Mounty, you’d plead, gasping and moaning from his cock still dragging over your walls. He obliges. 

Mountain cums with a loud groan. His hips buck up into his hand and spurts of his viable seed—wasted when it’s not buried deep inside you—land on his stomach and chest. The shocks of pleasure roll through his limbs, making his toes curl and his back arch off the mattress. He wishes he had your body to hold onto when he cums. You would anchor him to the world, even though you were the one to send him to space with pleasure in the first place. Briefly, Mountain squeezes his knot with his hand to imagine what it would feel like stuck inside you, but it’s bittersweet. The rest of his dick is exposed to the cool air of his room. No, it wouldn’t feel like this. You’d hold him inside like a warm, soft cocoon. 

He opens his eyes and the illusion fades. He’s alone in the ghoul dens without you, with drying jizz on his stomach and a rut that came two days early. 

He wants to hold you. 

He wants you close to him, to soothe his aching muscles in between the long periods of fucking you. He wants to massage you too, because he knows he’s big and you’ll be sore for days after his rut ends. Next year, he thinks ruefully. Next cycle, after he properly confesses to you, and then properly makes love to you, many times. He wants to make sure you know he adores you before fucking you like some feral beast. 

Mountain sighs and cleans himself up with his discarded boxers. He doesn’t bother putting another pair on.

#mountain ghoul #mountain x reader #mountain x gn!reader #ghost fanfic #ghost band fic #ghost x reader fic #nameless ghoul x reader

[kissingghouls]

Little Ghost

Phantom Ghoul x GN! Reader - Fluff, it's soooo much fluff my dudes. 1700 words.

Summary: Phantom gives you a gift to help you while he's away. One could consider this a sort of sequel to If You Remember This Tomorrow if you wanted to 👻 (ao3) // A Late Night Call (pt3)

-x-

Phantom’s room is smaller than yours, but the bed is much more comfortable. At first, you thought there was a practical reason—better mattress or softer sheets. It wasn’t until the third time he shared the space with you that you realized it was just because of him.

It’s the same feeling you get when he kisses your forehead or takes your hand in a crowded room. There’s a sense of relief you get when he curls around you at night, a quiet calm that pains you to think about tonight.

You had pushed for this, of course. It was you who dragged him from the bed without bothering to change out of his t-shirt. And you had pulled him up the stairs to the party. You wanted to see him and your friends having a good time together and, maybe selfishly, wanted to avoid becoming “that” kind of partner.

But the lights are too bright and the room is so crowded. You put on a brave face and shoot the ghoul a half-smile. He’s quick to pick up the shift in your mood, concern pinching his eyebrows together.

He says your name, but the music is too loud to hear. You smile again, genuinely this time, in response to his quirked eyebrow. He drapes his arms over your shoulders and lets his weight sink down on you. You turn your head to say something unimportant, but he steals a kiss that quiets you.

There’s a discussion neither one of you want to have. It lingers in the air like a heavy ghost, touching each word that the two of you have managed to say over the last few days. You accepted reality long before the two of you became “official,” but it didn’t make things any easier.

Phantom’s bed was comfortable with him in it and your stomach hurts when you think of sleeping there alone.

A few weeks didn’t seem like that long at first. It didn’t stop the pair of you from growing closer in a way that you would have protected yourself from if you knew it would hurt this bad. But stupidly, you had allowed yourself to care and let him become something more to you. What it was, you weren’t sure yet, so you didn’t dare say it out loud.

“You ok?” He asks in your ear even though he knows the answer. He can feel it radiate off you any time he gets close to you lately. It makes his chest ache to think that he has hurt you.

You smile, nod, and kiss him on the cheek as Swiss and Aurora whirl by in a flurry of layered skirts and practiced steps. Dew was still mad at you for showing them that k-pop video and he scowls at you from across the room, pointing an accusing finger in your direction. Phantom catches this and playfully bares his teeth at the other ghoul until he rolls his eyes and stomps away.

No one else seemed to look like they were leaving in the morning. There were others who were in the same position as you, but they seemed to be doing just fine. That, or they were really good at pretending not to notice the countdown looming over the abbey.

The buses are parked outside, departure set first thing in the morning. Phantom finished packing his bags a couple of hours ago, a mess of clothes shoved haphazardly into suitcases and flung next to his door with those tall stage boots. He smiled so proudly when you laughed at his methods, easily giving up the reason he’d done it in the first place. It was things like that you’d miss just as much as the weight of him next to you, the little moments you treasured without him fully understanding why. You couldn’t quite explain it to him, but he was so adorably patient when you tried to find the words.

You lean against him, tucking yourself into his side. He wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the top of your head. It’s like coming up for air, the way he makes you feel. The pressure and the immense relief all rolled into one.

And you’re really going to fucking miss him.

“Bug?” you ask, hoping he can hear you because even ounce of strength you have is forcing back tears. “I know this was my idea—”

“Oh, thank Satan! I want to leave so bad,” he confesses.

“You do?”

“Bee,” he says, and the nickname rolls off his tongue sweet as honey. “I love everyone here—really, I do. But I just want to hang out with you tonight.”

“Really?”

He frowns at your apparent disbelief before placing a kiss on your forehead. “You,” he says. “Just you.”

You’re not sure if you’ve ever smiled so wide before and your face might hurt in the morning. He sees this as he takes your hand and pulls you to the edge of the room, looking of his shoulder every few seconds. The two of you are so close to the exit when Mountain lets out a loud whistle nearby.

“Hey Phantom,” he shouts. “You got somewhere better to be?”

“Yep,” he calls back without stopping.

The others laugh loudly behind you, but it doesn’t matter anymore. When you reach the hall, he breaks into a run and you both thunder down the hallway, your own laughter ringing off the walls.

The ghouls’ floor is deserted, the evening too young for even the worst wet blanket of the bunch. It suits you just fine as you skip through to Phantom’s room and throw yourself on the bed. You never should have left this place, but you’ll know better next time. He watches you from the doorway, casually leaning in a way that doesn’t look comfortable at all, but you’d be surprised as you often are when it comes to him.

“Better?” he teases as you sink into the mattress, wishing to stay like this forever.

It’s good, you suppose, that you’ve already started to miss him. There’s been a pull on your heart any time he’s just out of reach ever since that first kiss, but this you feel in your bones. He’s part of you now—injected and absorbed like vitamins until he calcifies and strengthens the weakest parts of you. There’s a word for it, but it’s too much, too soon, and anyway he’s leaving in the morning.

He chews his lip, knowing there is something running through that head of yours that he doesn’t quite know how to help with. He wishes more than anything that he could be split in two so that part of him could stay with you. For him just as much as for you. But it wasn’t possible. He made sure to ask.

Instead, he crosses the room and digs through his closet for the surprise he was trying so hard to keep until tomorrow. But he knows now that when it comes to you the only thing he can’t do is wait. You stare up at him with big, round eyes as he sets the gift in your lap and settles next to you.

“Wha—”

“Just open it, Bee.”

Your brow furrows as you take in the explosion of tissue paper stuffed into a very large gift bag. It’s surprisingly heavy in your hands as you dig through the tangle of colorful and coiled ribbons to pull the handles apart. Tears sting your eyes as you free a large, floppy stuffed dog from its rainbowy hold. It stares back at you, eyes the same color as Phantom’s. Its weighted belly and limbs sag as you hold it by the ears and begin to sob.

“Hey, hey,” Phantom soothes, trying to contain his growing panic.

“It’s perfect,” you say quickly. “I’m sorry. I just—I wasn’t expecting—I didn’t get you—”

He cuts you off with a sweet kiss, his thumbs quickly swiping away your errant tears. “I’ve been a wreck all week, honestly. And I thought if I feel like this, you’d feel like this and then I felt worse. But then at the end of the day we come back here and it’s just us and I like the way that feels. I know we’re going to miss each other but maybe this guy will help the bed to not feel so empty.”

You press your forehead to his. “Thank you.”

“Pretty sure I’d do anything for you,” he admits. He grabs the stuffed dog and drops it into your lap before pulling you close. The helpless pup is sandwiched by your bodies, silently absorbing whatever is happening between the two of you. “I’d probably stay if you asked me to,” he continues, lips forming words on your neck. “But I think we’d both get in so much trouble.”

“I’d never ask, you know,” you assure him, fingers gripping right to the back of his shirt.

“I know,” he says with a nod. “Doesn’t make the thought of leaving any easier.”

“Well, what if we just think about you coming back?”

“What do you mean?”

“You won’t be gone forever, right? You do get to come home at the end of the tour.”

“Hmm. I like the way your brain works.”

“And here I thought I was just nice to look at,” you tease.

He laughs loudly. “Never gonna live that down, huh?”

“Maybe someday.” You fall back in the bed, pulling him down with you. “So, what do we name him?”

“Whatever you want.” He brushes a hand through your hair, the odd spark of quintessence magic shocking you like static electricity. It still happens sometimes when he feels something strongly, his body still adjusting to this world.

You hum for a moment, pretending to think. “Little Ghost,” you tell him and boop his nose with the dog’s.

“Little Ghost?”

“Well, he’s like a substitute Phantom right? Something that’s you, but not you. Like a phantom Phantom. He’s a little ghost of you, but corporeal.”

“I like it.” He fluffs one of Little Ghost’s ears. “Think he’ll be enough to replace me?”

You cuddle close to him, wanting to hold on to that feeling of being beside him for as long as you can. “No one could ever replace you, but he’s a pretty strong second.”

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[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Heyoo, sooo I would like to ask for the prompt from day one, one from Phantom with the gn reader if it's not inconvenient, I was thinking the reader being an angel? I think their dynamic would be really cute, Well anyway I thank you, your writing is really very good and reading what you write really makes me very happy, I hope you are having a great day/night! <3

Safer With The Enemy

Flufftober Day 1: Hand holding

Pairings: Phantom X GN!Angel!Reader

Type: Hurt/comfort

Summary: An angel crashes into the garden, and a curious ghoul comes to help.

Warnings: Reader is injured (injuries are not described in detail -- only mentioned as cuts and scratches), blood/cuts, general anxiety, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 951

Notes: There will be a sequel to this toward the end of the month. Read here on ao3. Find my Flufftober prompt list here. Also thank you so much <3 I'm so happy you enjoy my writing!!

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In his defense, Phantom has never seen a horror movie. He doesn’t know the rules of them. He doesn’t know that you shouldn’t follow the mysterious, sickeningly sweet scent, or the random whimpering from an unknown source. He does know that he shouldn’t call out “Who’s there?” when he enters the garden, stalking toward the mysterious being.

In his defense, he also doesn’t know shit about angels. All he knows is that suddenly, he sees a warm light radiating off of the rose bushes Mountain planted not too long ago, and rushes over to it. He stumbles and curses when he sees you, sitting there, covered in…gold?

“W-who are you?” You whimper, clutching your arms to your body, and wrapping your wings around as well to keep yourself protected. His features were…odd. His skin was almost gray, yet somehow also purple with a few white splotches here and there. He had horns like obsidian with stars scattered through, glowing purple eyes, claws, and a tail. You gasped and looked at him with horror. “G-get away!” You screamed, shuffling back into the bushes, slicing yourself on the thorns.

“Hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said gently, bending down in front of you and reaching out his clawed hands.

“I said get away! Don’t touch me!” You screamed, trying to sound assertive, though your voice trembled, giving away your fear.

Phantom backed up at the yell, falling flat on his ass. You watched him with close eyes. “I…are you an angel? I’ve never seen an angel this close,��� he murmured, his eyes sparkling in excitement as he sat up, crawling closer as he took in the sight of you.

“Please…please don’t hurt me,” you whispered, realizing he wasn’t going to leave you alone. He reached a hand out, which caused you to flinch. “Please…” it was barely audible, but he heard it.

“Can I touch you?” He asked gently. You lifted your head and looked at him in surprise. He was asking? Demons never asked. They only took. You nodded, and he gently took both of your hands in his. “You’re hurt,” he stated, looking at the gold that was leaking from the scratches on your arms – eventually he realized it was your blood.

You didn’t respond, keeping a careful eye on him as he gently caressed around your cuts, causing you to flinch.

“I’m sorry,” he said, retracing his wandering fingers. “Can I bring you inside? I might have some things that might help you.” His tone was gentle, and it didn’t seem as if he would hurt you, so you reluctantly nodded.

He lifted you, being careful of your wings, then walked toward the ghoul den. It was cold while walking through the damp, stone halls of the Ministry, so you clung to him as tight as you could considering your injuries, trying to keep warm.

He was careful to keep quiet as he slipped into his room, hoping not to wake the other ghouls, even though the scent of you was enough to have any ghoul running. He wasn’t sure they would react kindly to an angel being in their den. He laid you on his bed, your wings spread against the pillows, then locked every entrance to his room, closing the blinds, keeping you safe.

You looked somehow exhausted and ethereal at the same time. You were clearly scratched and hurt all over, but there was something about you that was just so beautiful and enticing.

“I’ll be right back…um…I– shit. I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, looking around nervously for something to help. “Towels. I can clean your cuts off,” he said. “I’ll be back.”

You wanted him to stay, but didn’t have the energy to protest as he slipped into the bathroom, coming out a few minutes later with multiple wash rags, some damp and some dry. “You’re nice,” you mumbled, sounding as though you would pass out soon. He realized your eyes were heavy lidded and frowned.

“Are you able to stay awake, Angel?” He asked as he gently began dabbing the cuts, looking amazed as the shimmery liquid spilled from your veins, staining the black cotton. You nodded, but your eyes were closed. You hissed as he continued to clean a particularly painful cut. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay…hurts.”

He hummed in response, continuing to clean you off. Once your arms were mostly cleaned, despite some cuts refusing to stop bleeding, he examined the rest of you. “Hey, Angel? Can I get you into a bath and clean you up a bit?”

“Don’t move…” You tried grabbing his arm, trying not to let him move you or let him leave.

“Okay, okay,” he said, sitting next to you. “Bath later…do you just want to lay here for a bit? Get some more strength?”

You nodded, then your hand trailed down his forearm, resting on his hand. He sucked in a breath as you moved his hand so that you could intertwine your fingers with his.

“Thank you,” you whispered, trying to get your grip to tighten, though you didn’t have the strength to do so.

“Of course, Angel. I’ll stay with you as long as you like.” He brushed some hair from your face, and you smiled as you fell asleep, your hand going limp in his.

The only signs of life in you were the slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers twitched as he squeezed your hand, not wanting to let you go – terrified of you fading away – and your wings which were slowly fading to black.

He laid next to you, being careful of your wings, and held you. Protected you. Kept you safe.

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[sodoshame]

hi, could you please write an overwhelmed autistic reader x aether? i had a meltdown today and i really want some aether comfort content

thanks 💕

Hello there! I hope you’re feeling a bit better and managed to get yourself some rest <3

I hope this is what you were after anon! Sorry it’s a little short, this is the second time I wrote this because it deleted itself the first time lmao.

I’m also autistic so I’m kind of writing from my experience, remember everyone experiences thing differently!

Noise.

Autistic!Reader (GN) x Aether Ghoul.

Warnings: Description of a panic attack/autistic meltdown/shutdown. Reader goes non-verbal for a while.

You ran out of the common room and into the hallway, sliding yourself down to the wall and onto the floor. Bringing your knees up to your chest, you rest your head there, bringing your hands up to pull at your hair. All you could hear in your ears was ringing; everything felt way too much. Rocking back and forth and pulling at your hair, you really tried to calm yourself down.

“Y/N, darling. What’s going on?”

You could barely hear Aether’s voice, let alone make out what he said, so you just let out a small whimper, still pulling at your hair. Feeling a hand come to rest on your wrist, you slowly looked up at him. A slight feeling over relief washes over you as the ringing in your ears quietened down a little.

“That’s it, keep your eyes on me. Can you talk right now?” He asked, his face soft and his eyebrows knotted together in concern.

Shaking your head in response to Aether, you slowly reach a shaking hand out to him, gripping his shirt tightly. He nods, sitting down cross-legged in front of you, close enough so you could cling to the fabric of his shirt.

“Okay, honey. Is it okay if I stay here with you?” He asks, searching your face for an answer.

You nod, your other hand still pulling at your hair. He reaches up, taking your hand into his and taking it away from your head. He holds it tightly in his hand, knowing that light pressure will only make it worse.

“Can you look at me, Y/N?”

You slowly lift your head up from your knees to look at him again, blinking away tears that are threatening to spill.

“Would a hug help? I know last time you said that deep pressure-”

Before he can finish his sentence, you crawl into his lap, pressing your face into his neck. Aether wraps his arms tightly around you, resting his head on top of yours.

“That’s it, I’ve got you sweetie.” He murmured softly, holding you tight to his chest.

You could feel yourself trembling slightly in his arms, but the longer you’re there, the better you feel. After around ten minutes, you untucked your head from his his neck, looking up at him.

“Aeth?” You mumble quietly.

“Yeah, darling?” he responds, brushing a stray hair from your face.

“m’sleepy…”

“I bet you are, Y/N. You wanna go take a nap?” He asks, a smile on his face. You nod, looking up at him with a small smile on your face.

���Right then!” He exclaimed, standing up with you still in his arms. You let out a little squeak which made him chuckle as he started walking to your room. Once you got there, he opened the door and walked in, putting you down on the bed and putting a blanket over you.

“Aeth? Can you stay?” You ask, a slight whine to your voice.

“Of course I can, Y/N.” He smiles as he crawls into bed next you, pulling you to his chest again.

“How’s that, darling?” He asks, his voice soft and sweet.

“Perfect.” You mumble, nuzzling into him. Two minutes later, you were asleep.

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[secretsandwriting]

Mate [Poly Ghouls]

Ghouls biology is different from humans in many ways. One of those many ways is they need a mate and if they don't find one in a certain timeframe, instincts take over and they get one. It would however be nice if said mate got a little more warning.

Where the ghouls haven't gotten a mate in time so instincts take over and the first person they see becomes their mate.

[Dew] [Mountain] [Aether] [Rain] [Swiss]

            It was a beautiful night, too beautiful to stay inside and lay in bed; so you gathered some blankets and headed out to a spot in the garden where you could stargaze in peace. Primo was out sitting on a bench and offered you a smile as you walked past. You knew exactly where you wanted to set yourself up. Laying out your blankets in a space between flower beds you settled down to stargaze.

            You weren’t sure how long you had been out when you heard rustling behind you. Assuming it was another sibling you ignored it until the noise got closer. When you turned your head you were met with the masks of 5 ghouls. Primo cleared his throat behind them, they didn’t turn to look at him. He sighed before pushing his way through them and offering you his hand.

            “It’s a bit late, you should probably head to bed. I’m sure Sister Imperator has quite a list of things with the upcoming events.” You took his hand and gathered your things. 

            “Yes Papa, I was thinking the same thing.” He offered you his arm and once you accepted he walked you to your room. The ghouls trailing behind you the entire way.

            You could hear them outside of your door the entire night. The soft murmuring of their talking, the occasional snort and laugh, noises that reminded you of cats, and music you were pretty sure they were making. Everytime you got up for the bathroom or to grab something, they went quiet. You were too anxious to sleep and with the upcoming themed orgy you weren’t sure how you were going to make it through the next day. 

            When it was time for you to get up you had barely slept, so slipping one of the energy drinks out of the cabinet you kept them in you downed one before getting ready. It would make your anxiety worse but maybe it would help you get through the day, probably wouldn’t but it was worth a shot. 

            When you finally opened your door to leave, the ghouls were standing to the side. Doing your best to ignore them, you headed to the dining room for breakfast. When you stepped in, all eyes went to the ghouls behind you. They normally had breakfast in their den. They had had a kitchen built there specifically because the ghouls wanted it. So for them to come in without being forced was strange to say the least. Copia and Sister Imperator made their way over to you, Sister Imperator ordering the ghouls off somewhere and Copia telling you to grab a plate of food and come with him into his study.

            With that you spent the rest of the day learning more about ghoul biology than you knew about your own biology. Sister Imperator stopped in every once in a while to make sure everything was going well, drop off lunch, and to send the ghouls away from the study door. While Copia and Sister Imperator both assured you they wouldn’t hurt you, you weren’t sure. You might be able to believe it with one ghoul but 5 of them didn’t give you the most confidence. 

            That night you found yourself tucked in between the ghouls. You were tucked into mountain’s side your head on his chest, Dew was spooning you from behind arms wrapped around your waist, Aether was spooning Dew and his arm was thrown over the two of you, his hand resting on Mountain’s waist. Rain was also using Mountain as a pillow and was holding one of your hands, Swiss was sprawled on all of your legs, his tail wrapped around your wrist.

            It would definitely take some getting used to, but you had a lot of time now. After all, they did follow you like lost puppies. But maybe it would be ok. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

            It was bad. It was very bad. Within a month of being their mate you were ready to just say screw it and try to leave them. You had so much to learn and do and it was like there was never a break. There was always a ghoul that needed attention, a new thing to learn so you could be of service to the ministry, there was always another ghoul that needed attention as well, more things to learn, making sure the ghouls went to practice and a repeat of it all over again the next day. 

            There was no break, it was just constant and you were tired. If any of the ghoul got into trouble, including the ones you weren’t mated to, everyone in the Ministry came to you. You weren’t sure why they thought you would have sway over the era 1 ghouls but they did. Whether or not that's a compliment you also weren’t sure. 

            It was a lot and it became obvious to Sister Imperator that you were really struggling to juggle everything you needed to do. So she called you into her office to try and work out a way to make it easier on you. The solution she had for it wasn’t something you would have thought she would suggest. A complete stop on learning your new work so you could focus on getting used to the ghouls and get their instincts down to a more normal level before continuing your studies. The ghouls wouldn’t be dismissed from their work unless necessary which would also give you some much needed alone time.

            It was an adjustment going from constantly doing something to having a ton of free time but the down time was needed. The ghouls certainly enjoyed being able to get out of practice and not have to try to find you in the ministry. You ended up spending time with all the ghouls as well. With so much time spent in the ghoul’s den you just got to know the other ghouls without particularly meaning too. 

            Which was helpful when a sister came complaining to you that one of the 2nd era ghouls was bothering her. 

            You started spending more time in the gardens, your favorite spot was a little bench in front of a small pond. A small pond you watched Rain jump in no hesitation and stay at the bottom for 10 minutes, only coming up when he thought you might be leaving. Once he realized you weren’t he went back to the bottom of the pond. It ended up being Rain and your spot.

            You also became familiar with the library meant for those higher up, which now included you due to your relationship with the ghouls. This is where you spent the most one on one time with Dew. He loved to just sit in the fireplace while it was lit. You weren’t sure how his clothes came out untouched other than by soot but you never asked. 

            Swiss shared the regular library with you. He didn’t mind the stares as much as the others, so any trip to the library the other siblings frequented you were accompanied by Swiss. He would lounge on a couch close to you, sometimes he would pick up a book or take a nap. 

            Walks were Mountain’s. He loved walking through the woods surrounding the ministry with you. When you’d stop at a clearing you’d get to watch him try to become one with the ground, an attempt that consisted of him laying face down on the ground with his tail flipping around showing how much he enjoyed it.

            Any time in the kitchen was with Aether, he would either help you with whatever you were making, make something for you, or just chill in a seat nearby. Most of the other ghouls were banned from the kitchen due to things they had done making it so Aether was the only one of your ghouls who was allowed in the kitchen. He did take advantage of it. 

            The one on one time with the ghouls helped you feel more comfortable around them, especially when you watched Rain chase around fish in the pond and get outsmarted, tree branches hitting Mountain and watching him process what happened, Dew trying to eat the fire and then trying to smack it when he couldn’t, Swiss randomly whip around and stare at one of the siblings to freak them out and then giggle to himself when he turned back around, and when Aether would randomly decide to try random ingredients without thinking which lead to him eating flour and all the faces he made running to the sink to wash it out.

            The ghouls were a bit strange and unusual but they were your ghouls and you were sure it wouldn’t be long until you were just as head over heels for them as they were for you.

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[zyonsay]

Masterlist✩

→ Hello dear reader, welcome to my Masterlist | Requests closed

Started: 23.10.23

Last update: 16.04.24

Total works: 46

I write for male and gender neutral readers and i will not change this. Someone already asked why that is, here is an explanation.

You can request any Character, we'll make it work!

→Enter the void if you dare✩

Formula One

Max Verstappen MV1

↳150 followers special

↳Drawing 1

↳So many Kisses

↳I hear them whisper

Part 2: I hear them yell

↳Makeout Hcs

↳You look good

↳Sparring Session

↳Childhood friends to Bfs Hcs

↳NSFW Alphabet

↳Wrong moment

↳Fluff Hcs

↳Le mariage

↳Jealousy Hcs

↳Pretty Boy (Hcs)

↳Niche Relationship Hcs

↳Wildfire

Y/Ns Interlude Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine: in progress!

Oscar Piastri OP81

↳150 followers special

↳Sleepless Nights

↳La nuit se calme

↳You keep me grounded

↳Be my Boyfriend

↳Even more Kisses

↳His cherry lips

Lando Norris LN4

↳150 followers special

↳I got a new man on me, it's about to get sweaty

↳Love you, no matter what

↳The perfect picture

↳THAT stream Hcs

↳Cute moments on stream

↳Viva Valentino Baby!

Yuki Tsunoda YT22

↳Pearl Necklace

Fernando Alonso FA14

↳La côte française

Sebastian Vettel SV5

↳Jealous?

Toto Wolff TW

↳Bustling Night

Arthur Leclerc AL12

↳To the moon

Multi

TwinkLaren x Reader LN4&OP81

↳Two for one

↳Too far away

↳Winter Season

↳I dare you

Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley

↳Monarch Butterflies

↳NSFW Drabble

John Price

↳NSFW Drabble

König

↳Drabble

Task Force 141

↳141 as Single Dads

Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown

↳Blinding Lights

↳Tired as Hell

Genshin Impact

Scaramouche

↳Bartenders getting busy

↳Workaholic

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[sodobabe]

Nightmares are Never Fun: Dew/Aether/GN Reader (hurt/comfort)

A/N: I have been taking a break from writing the religion trauma piece as it has really just messed with my mental health. I have been distracting myself by writing shorter works that I think more people would enjoy.

Summary: You, Aether, and Dew are all mated together. Your original mate is Aether, but the two of you realized Dew was a mate as well. While the three of you were always pretty happy, Dew suffers from horrible nightmares due to past abandonments and trauma. You and Aether are the only ones who know how to help him.

Warnings: not really warnings but this piece is emotional Dew and comforting Aether and Reader. Also, Phantom gets hurt trying to sooth Dew.

You woke up to the feeling of being shaken. You open your eyes and are met by Phantom towering over your bed trying to get your attention. You were so confused as usually Aether was the one to wake you from his tossing and turning. Tonight you slept alone because the two of you had an argument and you just wanted to be alone. The ghouls knew not to worry you unless it was urgent. Unless someone was sick or dying.

“What could you possibly need, Phantom,” you grumbled, annoyance and sleep riddling your voice.

”It’s Dew, he- he’s-“ the new ghoul tried to get out without crying.

”Hey, Ant, it’s okay. Is he sick? Is he dead?” You tried to ease him while making sure the resident fire ghoul wasn’t dead.

”Neither. He’s hurting himself. Screaming. He’s scaring me. I can’t get him to stop. I tried to touch him but he, he hurt me,” Phantom cried out, clearly scared about the other ghoul.

“Okay, alright. Let’s go check on him. Can you go wake Aether and tell him to get some of dew’s special meds and bring him to Dew’s room while I go ahead in there?” You asked, sympathetically.

He nodded his head and made his way to Aether’s room while you threw on some pants before making your way down to Dew’s room. As you approached his door, you heard the muffled screams. This one was going to be bad. You cracked open the door and saw the fire ghoul laying on the concrete floor with his face in a pillow as he kicked his legs as if someone was on top of him. He was crying into his screams. You could hear the saliva in the back of his throat as he produced gurgled screeches. You entered his room and quickly shut the door behind you, being sure not to startle him right off the bat. You walked up to him and knelt next to him.

”Dew,” you said quietly and gently as you grabbed his burning arm, nothing.

”Dewdrop, hey,” you said again, a little louder, maybe more stern, while giving his arm a shake, this caught his attention.

The small fire ghoul locked eyes with you and stopped screaming but started violently sobbing, causing himself to cough and gag.

You pulled him to you, making sure he could feel your skin, along with your heartbeat. This allowed him to understand that it was one of his safe people. You and Aether were the only people he trusted when it came to his nightmares and his anxiety. From the way you were sitting on the cold floor, you could not get the footing to pick him up and get him back into his nest. You stayed where you were as you gently rocked Dew back and forth, trying to sooth him more. His hands started to grab at his hair, giving it a harsh pull as he tangled his fingers into it.

”Hey, Dew, babe. Let’s not pull your pretty hair out. Here, give me your hands, put this one on my heart, and the other on my face,” you instructed as you grabbed his hands and placed them.

His hand was hot against your face. You felt his fingers relax against your soft skin. This tactic was something Aether taught you when the two of you decided to include Dew into your relationship. As you sat there comforting your second mate, you wondered if him experiencing the heated argument you and Aether had earlier had anything to do with this outburst. As the fire ghoul started to calm in your arms, his door opened slowly as Aether and Phantom slipped into the room. This caused Dew to start to panic again. He pointed at Aether and started to sob. This attack was definitely prompted by the argument.

“Dew. Dewdrop. You’re okay. It’s just Aether. You like him,” you said as you tried to get his attention.

“Aether, can you and Phantom please sit on the couch over there while I get him calm again and we can all maybe figure out what happened?” You shot your other mate a look.

He didn’t reply. He just led Phantom over to the couch and sat down with the new quint ghoul. After some more convincing and rocking, you finally got Dew calmed down to the point that he could speak.

”Dew, what happened? Wanna talk about it?” Aether chimed in.

”I’m going to lose you all,” he sniffled as more tears formed in his eyes.

”Hey, fire lily, we are not going anywhere. Why would you think that?” Aether replied, getting off the couch and picking Dew up out of your lap before carrying him to the bed.

This gave you the chance to pry yourself up off the floor with the help of Phantom. Phantom sat back down on the couch as you joined your mates in the nest.

”You two got into a fight. You don’t love each other anymore and you don’t love me. You’re going to leave me because I’m the reason you argue,” Dew muttered out.

”Dewdrop. Aether and I are sometimes. It’s usually about stupid shit, and never has anything to do with you. We love each other just as much as we love you. We are all mates here, and I personally cannot imagine a life without the two of you,” you started to explain.

You looked up and noticed that Aether had tears in his eyes as he smiled at you.

”I love the two of you, so much, and don’t you ever forget that,” you continued.

You placed a kiss on Dew’s forehead before giving Aether a peck on the lips.

“Uhhhh, hey, should I go?” Phantom chirped up.

”Oh, sorry ‘bout that Ant, forgot you were here, I need to tend to your wounds, here let me give Dew his meds then I will take you to the infirmary for stitches,” Aether chuckled.

Aether administered Dew’s anxiety medicine before giving his fire ghoul mate a gentle kiss and crawling out of the nest.

”You got him? Once I’m done with Phantom I will come back and join the two of you,” Aether said before giving you a kiss.

”Yeah, I got him. We are probably just going to cuddle and watch whatever he wants so he can hopefully get back to sleep,” you said as you pulled the fire ghoul to your chest.

With that, Aether took Phantom up to the infirmary and patched him up before sending him back to bed. Dew had drifted off to sleep with his head on your chest as you gently scratched his scalp. Aether returned to the room and crawled to the other side of the Dew, usually you were in the middle but you knew that Dew needed middle time this go around.

“How is he?” Aether asked as he pulled the blanket over himself.

”He’s finally asleep. I think the meds knocked him out,” you replied before giving Aether a kiss.

You gently moved the sleeping fire ghoul off of you and rolled over to face your two mates. Dew was knocked out, and Aether was slowly following suit. Seeing as both of your mates were finally relaxed, and the three of you were all one big happy group again, you decided to try to get some sleep yourself.

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[popiastar]

Hello there!

I like your fics. ⭐️⭐️ and I really like mountain! He’s very tall, and I think he’s very sweet. 🥰 he deserves more love.

Could I request him and maybe the other ghouls like sodo/dewdrop idk, with an SO that loves baking? Like cakes and pastries.

thank you so much! ✨

true, he deserves it more and more! mountain is our baby giant and your request is lovely 🥺 besides dew i chose phantom, hope you don't mind it ✨

❗info: gn!reader, reader have a lot of patience, mountain very good at decoration, dewdrop more like at tasting food and read the recipe, phantom thinks reader is a magician

⛰️ mountain

- he likes when you put your apron on, his heart melted

- mountain is your second chef

- sometimes you have to correct him because he uses so much strength

- he's a drummer, probably tapping the counter with every crockery while you mix ingredients

- your focused face literally get him more in love with you

- "... oven at 180° degrees celsius for 30 min- hold on, we have the flames of hell is not the same?"

- you have to explain that the cakes or pastries might burn

- so surprised when you use food color, the cream doesn't seem cream anymore!

- king of decoration, sugar flowers put in chromatic scale

- when you are done, mountain proudly claps at you and compliments your skill in front of everyone (even inanimate objects)

🔥 dewdrop/sodo

- him and kitchen in the same phrase is a big no no

- the first time you tried to let him cook he burned the cranberries, broke the blender, swapt salt for sugar, etc.

- dew became your assistant, an important job as well

- the determination, passion and fire he read in your eyes make him think how beautiful you are

- basically dew just stands there and ordering you what you have to do and arguing

- "this fucking recipe says you have to SEPARATE the yolk to the white in two DIFFERENT bowl and you didn't! read it yourself, you were wrong!"

- he just read the part you did at the beginning while he tasted biscuits

- dew imitate your tone after you tell him

- you make a mini cake just for him and he get not-very-secretly red

- compliments are not for him, he just say it's not bad... remarking because you follow his orders

👻 phantom

- phantom doesn't even know how to cook an egg

- cooking/baking=magic

- he gifts you an apron that say "magician of my heart"

- following every single move you make, adoration written on his face

- recipes book aka spellbook

- "what potion is it? where did you find this dusty thing?"

- you have to explain him over and over again that the dusty thing is flour and you find it at the supermarket

- now he thinks the supermarket have a space for witchy stuff

- hands on his hips because is impatient while pastries are on the oven

- everytime phantom eats your pastries or cakes he tells to the ghouls that he's on your spell

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #x reader #the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x reader #mountain x reader #mountain ghoul #gn reader #reader insert #sodo x reader #sodo ghoul #phantom ghoul #phantom x reader

[p1nkcanoe]

shower intruder

[ mountain x gn!reader ]

summary: you would love to end your day with a relaxing shower... alone... but it doesn’t always end up that way.

warnings: nudity; slight body worship

word count: 844

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Hot steam rose to the ceiling and stuck to the intricate tiles that made up your private bathroom. It had been a long and tedious day of work around the abbey and you felt your shoulders physically loosen and drop at the feeling of hot water washing over your skin. A variety of handmade soaps and scrubs in uniquely shaped containers adorned the edges of the tub and you took your time choosing the best one to calm your nerves and hopefully relieve some stress. You wouldn’t normally wash your skin first, but the thin sheen of sweat that covered your body was incredibly irritating. You hummed and decided on the citrus one that seemed to be calling out to you; Sunshine's personal choice of wash, made naturally from oranges and lemons from the courtyard. Slowly and deliberately, you generously lathered the soap into your skin and relished in the way that the aromas filled your head.

Your hands then made quick work of your favorite bottle of a sweet smelling shampoo and you poured a puddle of it into your palms before beginning to scrub your tired scalp. Some of the bubbles slid over your forehead and threatened to fall into your eyes so you turned to face the stream of water and washed off your soapy hands to clean your face.

Suddenly, and without warning, the flimsy curtain of your shower is pulled back and you barely manage to catch a glimpse of the very large and very naked ghoul stepping in behind you. “What the hell?” You shriek as your body instinctively jumps, your feet losing their placement on slick porcelain. Two large hands grab you by the waist and steady your balance from behind, a quick apology leaving their lips. And although you’re very thankful that they didn’t let you fall, you can’t help but feel irritated at the ghoul who decided to infiltrate a rather intimate part of your night routine. You turn, briefly meeting the golden eyes of the earth ghoul who has already decided on a tobacco-smelling soap and more focused on pouring it into his palm.

"Mountain, what the hell are you doing?"

"Showering?" The ghoul shrugs and his lips twitch into an oblivious smirk. He reaches up and steals handfuls of water from above your head to spread over his own chest and arms. He begins to wash. The bathroom smells richly of cut pine and tobacco.

"You have an entire room for that,” you remind him.

"It was occupied."

You stand in the steamy cascade of the water and watch in hilarious bewilderment as the ghoul ignores your eyes and goes on about his routine. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by your presence. Mountain goes for another bottle and turns it to read the wording of the label but you’re quick to snatch it from his hands and place it back next to a pink scrub. He finally looks down and meets your eyes.

"... no it's not,” you point out, your lips twitching into a smile when Mountain begins to chuckle at his own lie. “I was down there not even twenty minutes ago replacing the towels."

Mountain throws his head back and groans towards the ceiling, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh come on… Is it so wrong for me to want some time with you?”

“No, but all you had to do was ask— or wait.”

“Whatever— don’t act like you want me to leave.“ He grabs ahold of your waist, stepping around your slippery body carefully so that he’s under the water and your back is pressed to his chest. His clawed hands are so very gentle as he works through your hair and relathers the shampoo that still remains there. You sigh, leaning into his touch and the unnatural warmth of his skin, completely giving into the ghoul that intruded on your shower.

Once he feels that he’s cleaned you an ample amount and that you’re content with the work he has done he once again switches so that he can take his time washing you off. His hands run over and massage areas of your skin where soap has long since washed away, but you happily let him take care of your body. And when he’s all done you surprise him when you guide him under the water and wet him down. He looks soggy and his funny expression makes you laugh. Your hands have to reach to get to the top of his head but he is more than happy to let his posture suffer if it means your fingers are running shampoo over his scalp and cleaning his horns. Mountain begins to purr. His chest rumbles low and deep and pure. Maybe he should lie more often if it means he gets to be worshipped like this. You consider the same idea. Needless to say, Mountain begins infiltrating your showers more often.

#mountain ghoul #mountain x reader #mountain x gn!reader #ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #the band ghost #the band ghost x reader #ghost band x reader #nameless ghouls

[pekejscatbed]

Come together, For Lucifer’s son | Secondo x GN! Reader + a Nameless Ghoul

Info/Warnings:

Gender Neutral reader, Smut (cock warming, voyeurism, creampie, riding), google translate Italian (tesoro - treasure, darling, mi amore - my love)

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Papa Emeritus II loves when you cockwarm him, sitting in his lap despite one of his ghouls being only a few feet away.

Your heat squeezes around his length while he works, doing paperwork for the church and the band, and your head is buried in the crook of his neck and nuzzling into his comforting scent, your bare chest pressed against his expensive papal robes. One of his hands rubs your nude back, the other writing in neat cursive onto the paper covering the table in front of him.

The nameless ghoul, from the other side of the table where he's doing his own share of paperwork, watches as you shuffle on Secondo's lap and let out a small whine, noticing the way your back curves down to your ass, where you sit, connected to Papa in the most physically intimate of ways. Ghoul notices the way Papas' eyebrows furrow for a fraction of second, the movement shifting the reading glasses adorning his face oh so slightly and Secondo pushes them back into place before going back to work.

The hand rubbing your back slides down to your ass, then moves to grip your thigh, hard enough that you can feel Secondo's short, yet well taken care of nails begin to puncture the surface of your skin. You whine again, loving the feeling of the second Papa's large hands and long, wide fingers pressing against your bare skin and squeezing.

Papa stops writing when you shift again, letting his pen 'thunk' against the table as he begins to play with the hair at the base of your neck and whisper into your ear.

"Are you alright, tesoro?"

You nod into his neck, pressing your lips against his skin in a sweet kiss and you can tell there's a smile gracing his lips as he kisses the side of your head in return.

Then, without a warning, Papa II moves his hips, thrusting up into you and grinning when you throw your head back with a breathless gasp.

"You feel so good around me, mi amore."

From the other side of the table, Ghoul unzips his pants and frees his growing erection, making eye contact with Secondo as he does so. Ghoul strokes himself in time with Papa's thrusts, watching as the older man reduces you into a moaning, shaking mess.

"Papa! Oh, Papa, Satanas- please! Please, please, please!"

Your legs shake as you cum, words muddling together into an incoherent jumble and you see white before collapsing atop Secondo, who grabs your hips and forces you to keep going until he's buried deep inside you, releasing his load with a deep groan.

A few feet away, Ghoul cums into his hand with a low groan of his own.

#papa emeritus ii x reader #secondo x reader #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus ii #papa secondo #a nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghoul x reader #secondo #smut #shameless smut

[ace-of-gay]

A Mountain is home

I currently dont have a masterlist set up for this collection but i hope you enjoy this none the less, this will eventually be posted on ao3 but i dont have an account currently

Warnings: age regression (not very in depth) , self destructive stimming like scratching pulling on tail thrashing and hitting ones self during a neurodivergent meltdown, quite panicked reader, reader has trauma, reader is a full ghoul this time cause this is still my interpretation of a fantasy universe <3, cuddles and ghoul-piles!!!

The word muzzle is used multiple times over but is referring to a mouth cover to symbolize silence

I headcannon mountain as autistic, no shoes for lifeee yup thats all

age regression is a coping mechanism that can be both voluntary and/or involuntary it is entirely safe and reccomended by therapists if they believe it would be effective for said person but as mentioned for some people it is entirely unpredictable, if this makes you uncomfortable please scroll away thank you <3

Not betad or edited

Word count: 5,611words (it basically wrote itself)

Youd been summoned just a week ago and it already seems as though youre once again fading into the background, no one had taught you if someone of your neurotype was acceptable in todays world, the bok-hord in hell or library as you read above the one here in the church of sin was not at all up to date on whats acceptable yet.

This is your second time being summoned, your first ritual was terrifying but what made it worse is they thought you were impossible to become a domestic ghoul, the uncertainty of being sent back from this one weighed on you, if you went back again no one would be there for you.

Holding yourself back and biting your tongue from doing or saying anything including the strange chirps and trills that kept you regulated, taking it upon yourself to be even more docile and quieter than the tall ghoul behind the drums, no matter the situation not a peep has been heard from you, all you did was play your instrument, there was no jumping around putting on a presentation, the others however did so, its just practice but you hadnt earned your place, you could always be sent back for even the most minor of slip up, its happend before and you for sure wont let it happen again.

《~♡~》

Friday nights are prime for the others, the guys in a ghoul-pile and girls raiding the fridge for snacks while watching a film, in the common area designated for only ghouls no one wearing their mask but yourself, only passing through doing your best to keep in the shadows, if youre out of place surely youll be duely punished, the first time you were summoned your family and friends were disappointed to see you sent back but your mother worst of all had said she had expected it , you had no place yet, so your room was for you the closest to safety.

Locking the door to your room as soon as you returned; taking off themask and the muzzle of sorts, some ghouls had facepaint instead but you weren't vocal so there was no reason, finally now to a safe place you let everything fall from its people pleasing manner into what felt most like yourself, jumping up and down to get your blood flowing and thoughts swarming.

"Who needs others when you can feel at home just being yourself", clicking and pacing and flapping your hands you were trying to catch up to what your body demanded, but

It just kept spilling, from the deepest places in your mind, crevasses full of discomfort, confusion, irritation and just the most overwhelming feeling that could muster  itself from your being.

Nothing was working, it was too late to regulate and your mind took to a melt down, shaking your head wasnt good enough, grabbing hold of your horns, you violently shake yourself around, tail whipping and slashing all around you, and than the crying.

Oh how the crying was the worst part, shoving the muzzle back on it didn't do much for silence but its still an attempt, everyones expectations ringing shrill in your ears, you didn't come from a happy home, your family torn apart by sinners from christs hall a completely different take on sin, as it caused harm.

Hands over your muzzle to silence just a bit more if possible and than the silent choked sobs, more physically painful but it wouldn't draw attention, thats the last thing you wanted, slamming your fists down against your thighs followed by tugging on your tail and scratching the spade of it until it hurt, the only thing that could regulate you was small jolts and shocks of pain and than it stopped, you were right back where you started, silent but this time you felt like a kit.

A tiny kit who got told that they need to learn to be normal, but for the time being there was the innocence, nothing would happen if you weren't, you were just different, and you were alone but you were still safe.

Putting the helmet back on, you take all of the blankets and pillows that are in your room and shove them under your bed, taking the cover sheet and creating a curtain between the floor and the frame, all of your tiny kit-like self holed up in one place, a place as small as the family and friends in your life had made you, maybe this time you were sent here to be safe.

Fixing up the nest you made under your bed you let yourself hide away from the world, be as small and pure as your mind could muster and let all the terrible feelings melt away, chirping and trilling quietly as you lay there eventually being held close and coddled by darkness, falling asleep you would not return to the common rooms until most necessary.

Grabbing food and hiding once more, at some point when you were in the library and had found scratch paper, a sketchbook , a couple pencils and a mess of tacks set out in a bin that had the word 'FREE' in print on it for anyone to partake in the activity of drawing, collecting the supplies and a few books on ghouls with neurodivergencies, and just a simple fairy tale, you embark back to your room.

Over the weekend you had covered the walls in the corner of the room under your bed with fantastical pictures of your dreams, and drawings of each ghoul and papas youve seen so far.

《~♡~》

When monday came it was back to breakfast and lessons in the morning, lunch after practice around noon and communal chores, the others were very loud today, as for yourself youd been silent like predicted but you could feel eyes on you and could hear bickering but nothing quite clear of their words.

making dinner for everyone was the last thing, it was easy, it was one thing your family didn't ridicule you over, your cooking made anyone who was having a bad day feel better, there was so much passion that anyone could see and taste.

your tail flowing in an easy, comforting sway and a smile hidden under your muzzle, the first smile to bare your face outside of your room and it felt like this was what would give you your place to stay.

Dishing everyones plates with your home-made meal and taking it to the ghouls and ghoulettes where they each were was apparently unexpected and out of their ordinary, but you had no idea, how would you when you hide away, maybe they would take that into consideration. This was also one of the first times you got to hear others address you, smiles and bright eyes shared when they where blown away by your cooking, you dished up yourself and sat at the island counter crouching on a wooden stool, sitting on them hurts the backs of your legs and crouching was more like hugging yourself anyway.

Soon enough people would march in putting their dishes in the sink giving a thankyou and a smile or a compliment to your cooking, slowly eating your food, savoring each bite, the comments from others causing your tail to pick up its sway with a little flick in it, maybe itll be okay.

You go to put your dish in the sink after rinsing it off when the tall guy from behind the drums approaches, while just as quiet as you he was also playful like the others.

"Hey y/n dinner was amazing, i cant wait til next week to see what you come up with" he exclaimed, "im mountain by the way, i know i didn't exactly introduce myself at all since you first got here, we wanted you to settle in, you seemed very stressed" he added before someone shouted for him from the other room, leaving with a smile and wave.

There was no expectation for you to respond, no expectation to look someone in the eyes, you let out a small chirp joined by a small movement in your hands.

《~♡~》

Back in your room you let your tail wag wildly,  pulling the books you'd been reading up on, you had gotten from them the fact that over the years some churches of sin have allowed a better understanding and acceptance for people and ghouls alike with neurodivergencies to be better recognized and seen as equals, there were things they didn't tell you about back in hell when you were told of your neurotype, like your sounds and movement for self regulation was called stimming and that it can be harmful but it can also be helpful just depending on the purpose and action, you had copied information from the book down on resources and important things you thought would help, these books were the most helpful and the fairy-tale was perfect however you needed a new one since youve read this one so many times you knew every line, you take the books back to the library.

Putting them back on their respective shelfs you pick out two new fairy-tales and stop by the free stuff bin, taking pencil lead an eraser and a new sketchbook, youve already filled your first one in just a few days, you dont have anymore room on the walls around your nest for more loose paper sketches so you need the sketchbook instead.

On your walk back to your room admiring the stained glass windows, lost in thoughts somewhere between regression and big feelings, letting them mingle and intertwine,

So lost in thought you dont see when papa copia started coming closer until he spoke up, "good evening y/n" a small scream torn from you as you are brought back to right now practically jumping out of your skin, your eyes big as you process who it is, the first time anyone has heard your voice in any way and it obviously had to be a panicked scream, this wouldn't sit well with your family, your mind shifting farther into regression, just wanting to be in your room again.

"My apologies little one" littleone? Is it that obvious you think to yourself, "it was not my intention to frighten you, i see youve taken a liking to the library, what books have you got there?" Hanging your head in shame and slight worry you show him the two fairy-tales and he breaks out in a grin "i remember reading those, i might have to look at them once more! A very good choice, Molto bene indeed" finishing up your silent-sided conversation you rush quickly back to your room, theres been too much interaction and what did papa copia mean by 'little one?'

《~♡~》

After a few days of this halfsided banter from the ghouls and papa youre started to feel a little more comfortable.

A knock on your door pulled you from your slumber, the first couple times had made their way into your dream, you get up and open the door to the ghouls and ghoulettes standing in the hall, a few smiles making their way on a few faces, and thats when you realize youre not wearing your mask or muzzle, heat rushing to your ears and cheeks causing your cool grey skin to tint purple, hanging your head in embarrassment while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, "were sorry to wake you but were meeting early today because papa has a meeting with the clergy and after lessons and practice mix we have the rest of the day off", nodding you return into your room to get changed and to put on your muzzle and mask, the group waiting outside of your room for you to walk with them.

Lessons and practice going by quickly you find yourself in the library,helmet off, curled up and tucked into one of the couches reading another fairy-tale, looking intently at the pictures, your eyes irritated from not getting all of the sleep you normally get, theyre slowly drifting shut, you can only stay awake so much longer before your mind takes you to a rem sleep.

Waking up to mountain shaking you awake he smiles gently, "hey sleepy head, i was looking for you, its lunch time but it seems as though youre tired, we'll get you to your room and ill bring lunch to you there" he was a gentle giant ghoul and although you haven't said anything to anyone youre starting to warm up to him, he puts a book mark in the book and helps you up handing you your mask, you decide to just carry it with you.

Opening your door he hands you the book and you set it down atop your bed along with your mask, "do you want me to knock when i come back?" Thinking for a moment and shaking your head 'no' you'll probably just be asleep again, taking off the muzzle you set it with your mask getting ontop of your empty bed you curl up waiting while slightly dozing.

When he returns he walks in with your plate in hand, "wheres you stuff bud? Did they move you into an unready room?" You once more shake your head, pulling up the bedsheet curtain putting your nest on display, "aaah a safe spot, i completely understand, im here if you need anything, just holler my way" he kids while stepping out.

"Can you- stay?" You mutter through a slightly broken voice, catching him off guard, youre not sure why you asked but he seems easy to open up to, hes kinda like you.

"Id be honored"

You sat there mostly quiet eating but occasionally you'd respond and every time he would be looking elsewhere but the smile on his face said he was paying attention.

The more you got to know him the more you realized youre very similar to him.

《~♡~》

The next couple weeks youd spend lunch with him sharing stories while you sat in your nest and him at your desk, he talked about how fond the ghouls and ghoulettes and even the papas were of you, they all looked forward to you hopefully someday talk full sentences with them but for now with you slowly coming out of your shell, wearing your mask and muzzle less often and spending more time somewhat near the group, for now they were content watching you grow and become more of yourself.

You gave each person a sketch youd do of them from observation and mountain even brought you another sketchbook when he noticed you were running low on pages, you told him why youve been scared to come out of your room and your past experience with your previous summoning, you however didn't tell him why it failed but he understood itll take some time.

《~♡~》

One evening after another one of your delicious meals you were invited to watch a movie with everyone, accepting the offer you show up in your hoodie you just recently bought and pajama pants, socks with sticky tabs on the bottom so you didn't slip on the marble floors, you balled yourself up in a beanbag chair, others had grabbed pillows or stuffed animals from the pile in the corner, you go over to look through the pile, pulling out a well loved multi-textured dog plush, smiling and taking it over to your spot with you, focused on the textures, "very good choice little wisp" mountain hummed, your tail thumping against the bean bag chair, your cheeks and ears dusted purple once more, "i haven't held one since i was very small" you return.

After the movie you gave the plush one last hug before placing it atop the pile, "you know if you want you can take it to your room with you, we have them here for everyone" he encouraged but you shook your head, "he would miss his friends and i dont want to take someone elses opportunity of loving him away", little did you know the ghouls left in the room all felt their hearts melt, this wasnt new to them, theyve met ghouls and people whose minds are permanently part kit, they wouldn't say anything until you said something first, youre part of the family, you deserve to do it on your own terms.

Just the next evening when you returned from the library you come to find a black gift

Bag infront of your door with a tag that has your name on it.

Entering your room you set everything down before you open the bag, youre met with a soft multi-texture plush almost identical to the one from the other night but this one had weighted feet,and a book of several fairy-tales with a few purple tabs on certain pages along with it. A card that says, "a plush specifically for you and your love, i hope you give him a wonderful name, and a book my mother read to me when i was just a kit, one that you dont have to take back to the library"

Holding the plush out infront to look at him your headspace slipping quickly, thankfully you were in the safety of your bedroom and he would fit perfectly into your nest with you.

With plenty of time between now and dinner time, your chores being done and someone else being on dinner duty you took right now to relax.

in comfortable clothes you lay down in your nest with your book and the stuffy you named chip cause he reminded you of chocolate chip cookies, you named him late at night when you were feeling very small and it just stuck.

Closing your eyes when the words in the book were adding to the strain, from all the light today, hunger pulling a whine from you, if you slept for now youd wake up at the perfect time to eat dinner, you might even sit with rain and talk about the books youve read recently outside of the fairy-tales.

Being pulled out of your dreams by someone gently shaking you awake and calling your name, confusion built it way to your face, he doesn't need to knock but normally he chooses to, what brought him in?

"I know youre sleepy but its dinner time and i know you like your routine,  i tried knocking but you were out cold" he states after reading your scrunched and slightly confused face, handing you your bowl, tonight cirrus and swiss made dinner together.

Mountain sits on the floor across from you as you both ate in a comfortable silence, thats one thing about him, he tries to make sure hes not being a trigger for anyone with misophonia.

Eating slowly and running your hand along the textures of your stuffy, "s'named chip" you just barely say aloud, causing him to smile, "thats the most perfect name for him, does he give the best of cuddles?" Nodding youre completely unaware of the fact hes talking to you as if you were a kit, he was just being kind and attentive for all you knew, and while yes thats completely true he also saw through your silence, hes talked to semi-permanent kit-minded ghouls and he knew it was for safety of mind.

Both of you done with dinner, you pull out your sketchbook as he gets up to take the dishes to the kitchen, standing in the doorway looking down at you with a smile upon his face, "do you want me to come back after i put the dishes in the kitchen?" Watching as you ponder for a moment before nodding, looking up at him, never once more than now have you longed for physical contact with someone but you little mind craves it.

He returned quickly to see you moving your nest about, your movements less exact and a little choppy, he could see the irritation when the blankets wouldn't flatten out so he got down to help, fixing it for you he sat back on his knees when you planted yourself down closer to the wall than normal, you pat the spot next to you while holding chip close to your chest.

"You want me to cuddle little wisp?" He questioned already taking his jacket off before you hummed in response.

Cuddling was very common amongst ghouls so there was no questions asked as to why

It was naturally so second nature for most.

Curling into him he holds you close, your head resting on his chest, you could just fall asleep right now but you fought that instinct so you could savor a moment of feeling completely safe, where youre not being overstimulated.

"When i was first summoned i read those exact same books on ghouls with neurodivergencies, i remember reading that someone with a mind like the one both of us have can easily struggle in public environments or around new people"

He retold, causing you to question how he knew you read them.

"Oh wisp, i can hear just how stirring you mind can be, i saw you walking back to the library to return them, i want you to know that you are safe here with me and all of the others, im honored to cuddle, i didn't join a ghoul-pile until several months of being here."

Nodding to yourself, taking a moment to process his words when your own  join the party.

"Jus cant do touch with others almost ever, makes brain hurt and than hurts me aswell"

Your eyes started to sleepily flutterand he picks up the fairy-tales book he brought you, opening it up to one of the purple tabs, some of his favorites.

He read you to sleep, when his pants were starting to put deep seam imprints  into his legs causing him discomfort, he goes to leave the room but is stopped by you plea for him to stay, "ill be right back little mouse."

And like promised he did return in much more comfortable clothes, a blanket and a comfort item of his own, cuddling back up with you halfway ontop of him, covering the both of you with his blanket, setting your temporarily forgotten of stuffie in the corner above your head along with his.

《~♡~》

From than forward you and mountain spent Friday nights in your room reading and cuddling, going to lessons and practice together, he was helping you open up, when it would be your night to make dinner, which you had requested to have more than once a week instead of sink duty because soggy wet hands felt offensive to your skin, he would sit at the island watching unless one of his chores intercepted that period of time or if another ghoul requested his company.

It took five months to ease you out of you shell, at four you had brought up the regression and neurodivergency topics to the others and than out of fear you hid in your room for the weekend until dew stopped by inviting you to watch a movie with the others which you happily obliged to do so, remembering that its okay to be around others and be yourself, that night you sat on the couch behind the ghoul-pile falling asleep with chip in your arms, your tail intertwined with mountains.

Not wearing your mask unless you needed a break or everyone else was, copia had taken you aside at one point to find fabrics that looked like the others but were sensory safe so when it was time for uniforms you would feel comfortable.

At night you would go out to the garden in secret and jump around, spin, stomp, trill, chirp, coo and so much more. It helped tremendously.

《~♡~》

Tonight unlike the others was much louder in your head and harder to feel okay, already regressed you tried stomping around and flailing your hands but without meaning to you were once more pulling on your tail and scratching it painful and raw, the garden was closed for the night with new fertilizer being put down, taking chip you trail your way down to one of the last rooms, the shiny name plate reading 'mountain' you gave a slightly too heavy knock on the door, rocking back and forth on your feet, he answers and is suprised to see you standing there with deep grey tear tracks down your face, chip under your arm and your tail in hand scratching as you fumble with your words.

Letting you in he pats the bed for you to sit down while he turns on the light and pulls a shirt on over your head, sniffles and hiccups break your silence, he take your hands and holds them for a moment, watching the spade of your tail drop small dots of blood onto the marble floor, "come with me little wisp, its okay" he leads you to the bathroom, picking you up and setting you on the counter, lifting his tail for you to hold on, he knew full well you wouldn't scratch his, tracing the scars on his tail had you questioning if he did the same.

As he took hydrogen peroxide cleaning the small cuts and scrapes pulling a hiss from you in reaction, "i know hun, im sorry ive got to be mean and clean it but weve got to take care of it so it doesn't get icky ya-know?" He soothes, "you see the ones on my tail, theyre from the same thing, sometimes i almost start scratching at them again but i normally just hold my tail and put lotion on the scars to feel like im cleaning it up once more"

Once hes done patching you up he once again takes your hands leading you to his bed and looking through his closet. His room was well decorated and filled, a queen sized pillow top mattress and black wooden four poster bed frame against the wall, he had a collection of old trinkets including a camera that takes film, your father used to have one, several gas masks, a homophone record player. On the wall above his desk was a cork board coverd in the drawing youd given him, small trinkets littler his desk, before you could look further he brings over a box of similar small trinkets setting them infront of you.

"You can dump the box out if you want, find whatever works best, i have plenty more" dumping them out you turn the box upside down organizing them, finding three, liking them the most you put the duplicates of them and all the others away back in the box holding onto the three youd picked out, he puts the box under his bed, seating himself next to you, leaning into his side as he turns on one of the movies you'd taken interest in, "hey wisp can i hold chip?", nodding against his chest, paying deep attention to his heartbeat how slow and rhythmic, tapping your tail against the bed in the same beats, occasionally humming and trilling, his left hand running up and down your back, occasionally running though your hair gently.

"Youre gonna be okay little mouse, ive got you".

《~♡~》

Your first ghoul pile was something very special, stuffies piled everywhere, they all had banded together to make the room perfect for your comfort, your favorite music playing in the background, dew and sunshine had found you in the library quietly crying flicking around one of the fidgets mountain gave you

Humming and rocking back and forth, chip sitting ontop of your tail, you couldn't find mountain and you didn't want to taint the energy of your nest. Sunshine sat with you as dew went to find mountain, she lifted chip for a moment, carefully intertwining her tail with yours setting chip on your tails.

Dew returned around 10 minutes late with a smile upon his face, taking your open hand with sunshine carrying chip, they took you through the abbey to the lounge where the blanket, stuffy and pillow pile was spread across the floor, mountain and all the other were waiting, some of them already cuddled up, and others walking around, drawing the curtains and dimming lights, filling up a cooler to keep near the pile, mountain lead you to the group, curling himself around you with chip between the two of you, sunshine still connected to you laying back to back with you.

The first time being so close to the others all together and for once your brain lets it happen, youre not sure whose hand is running through your hair but it causes you to chirp, nuzzling you head into the hand.

Swiss tapping his forehead against yours, "youre welcome to stay as long as you need, this is your pile."

Theyre all so much more calm and centered on one another when theyre cuddled, with the warmth from all of the bodies it made it very easy to slip into a smaller headspace.

Cirrus reaching over mountain to wipe away the tear tracks with a wet cloth, they already had a feeling youd be disoriented with the news of the tour starting at the end of this month and the arrival of the outfits.

Cooing and trilling, others trilling back made you excitedly laugh.

《~♡~》

Youve been attached to at least one ghoul at all times, they knew you liked holding tails until you had to use your charm to pass as human, copia gave you a hug before he headed out first.

This was the first time youve seen mountain wear shoes, it looked as abnormal as it felt to not have a tail.

Standing in your place when papa introduces the band, not paying attention to him but instead the piece in your ear counting down til the lights cut off and mountain and dew are counted in, mountain looks to you taking an exasperated deep breath telling you to take one aswell, feeling the lights go out and the beat of mounts drums through the floor, counting the cymbal crashes and its time for you to join in, as soon as your hands start moving, you feel it, absolute euphoria, youre radioactive with energy,  the fans going wild, youre practically thrashing as you play, prancing around and jumping when youve got time to spare you run up front adding flair and showmanship to the ceremony, interacting with the others.

By the end youre absolutely drained, enough energy to hop about and screech getting rid of the last bit of energy, if all of the tour is like this youre gonna have an absolute blast, mountain hands you a couple drumsticks for you to throw after taking a bow, and than perching yourself in 'frog crouch' on mountains riser next to his drums watching everyone go about their ending routines, people throwing stuff on stage, bracelets and flags to hand made gothic style stuffed animals, the ghouls picking some stuff up to look at em, handing them to the designated ghouls if there was a name and handing the rest to anyone else like yourself, the ghoulettes and even papa, swiss picked up a couple hand made stuffed animals bringing them to sit next to you.

When it was time to leave the stage mountain came over opening his arms, you lean forward wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he sets you down on you feet, grabbing the teddy's leaning into his side, hes completely drenched in sweat but so are you, it was practically a work out so it was worth it.

In the van having let down the human charm you wash up and slip into pajamas, the stuffies and bracelets set in your bunk you stare out the window waiting flicking your fidget around, Cumulus walks by stopping to give you a hug, "you did great wisp, your energy was so contagious. ", nodding and tapping your forehead against hers in a silent communication, you were absolutely exhausted.

As soon as mountain is out of the shower you push yourself into his chest, finally time to rest, and with your favorite ghoul no doubt,  he hands you chip, folding into one another he holds you gently, as he pulls out the fairy tale he reads your favorites in the book, looking down when youre not humming out your regular vocal stims he realizes youve fallen asleep with your head on his chest, his hands running up and down your spine, tail occasionally thumping against the bed followed by nuzzling against him, "sleep well little wisp, you were so radiant tonight.

《~♡~》

Your room at the church of sin was finally decorated, still sleeping in your nest, the ghouls helped you assemble a proper loft bed with the mattress from your previous bed as part of the nest below, stuffies from the tour everywhere and bracelets hung on a set of racks to display them, posters scatterd on your walls, some plushies piled on the top matteress but keeping that open for the most part if someone wants to hang out. A bookshelf full of normal books and fairy-tales,  a starry curtain over your window with a matching opposite one around your nest. Chip in his spot as always hes constantly waiting for your cuddles.

Drawings of both your own and others, many interpretation of what fans saw you as, they call you gargoyle, but to the ghouls youre just a little wisp or little mouse, you were your most accurate self, you were finally at home.

(Accidentally posted the unfixed version, sorry bout that)

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¡! 𝘚𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘹 𝘎𝘯!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳." 🎸

A/N: Heyya!! This is my first time writing in Tumblr, so feel free to give tips/advices! This is basically learning to play the guitar with Sodo as your teacher, hope you like it! It's short, but it's a start (I hope)

Also! English is not my first language, so I made the Spanish version here!

Tw: None! Just comfort and the reader's gender is not specified! ^^ (I'm not very good at putting tw, so if something is missing please tell me!)

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"No, no. You don't play like that. Do you want your back to hurt later?"

"Agh, I'm trying, you know that?"

You roll your eyes at Sodo's question. When you had accepted that the Fire Ghoul taught you to play the electric guitar, you had not expected it to be so exhausting. The White Horned Ghoul's patience seemed to reach negative levels at any moment, making you feel a bit annoyed with both, him and you.

"It's fine, But do you expect to be hunched over on stage for the entire show? I remind you that you cannot sit down." Sodo said as he put his palms on his knees and turned to look at you with a frown. He certainly wasn't the right ghoul to teach.

"I mean, I don't even know if I'm going to those shows anyways..." You replied evidencing the daily time in which you were trying to learn, a little annoyed at not being able to play the strings correctly. Your gaze fixed on the guitar in your hands... As a newly summoned Ghoul, you had been with the others for a week or two, and learning to play the instruments was more difficult than you initially thought it would be...

The ghoul sitting next to you sighs, his hand running over his face as he tries to find the right words to contradict you without sounding aggressive. "Listen, if you start being pessimistic from the beginning, then you won't achieve anything."

He wasn't the best at comforting others, so seeing you still doubting, he decided to speak again while sitting a little closer to you, taking care that the guitars did not hit each other. "I mean... You have to trust yourself, learning something new is always hard, tiring and..."

Sodo, realizing that he had unconsciously placed a hand on your shoulder, quickly withdraws it and sits back down at an arm's length. His hands move agilely on the guitar, singing a short melody as a distraction. "You know, that's what they say, so just keep trying."

You knew he was getting nervous, a little funny reaction for to say at least, so you decided not to pursue the subject and just nodded with a small smile to avoid bothering him even more. "Thank you, Sodo.." The ghoul nods and clears his throat before speaking again. "Yeah, whatever...- Now play Re."

It may be that Sodo is impatient and that he made you feel incapable of achieving it, but you also knew that he was just trying and that he was right, you shouldn't give up.

You position your fingers on the long part of the guitar, and with your other hand, you pluck the strings, generating an almost out of tune Do sound.

"Hey! That's Do! I told you to play Re!" Your angry teacher was back...

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[kissingghouls]

If You Remember This Tomorrow

Phantom Ghoul x GN! Reader - Fluff, Tipsy Kissing, 1700 words

Heard a song, had an idea, wrote some fluff. I don't even know. Thank you to @ramblingoak because you're always so dang supportive. 💜

fic list // ao3 // Little Ghost (pt2) // A Late Night Call (pt3)

The room is loud, almost unbearably so. There are bodies everywhere, some paired off and some not, but all of them are illuminated by lights that flash in a wonderful rainbow of pretty colors. The dancefloor is full, and you feel as though you’re floating after that last drink that tasted more like red than anything else.

A smile spreads over your face as Swiss sways a little too excitedly and stumbles over his dance partner. None of this is new, not even the multi-ghoul falling over his own feet. He barks out a hearty laugh from his new spot on the floor, his whole body shaking. Somehow, he manages to get back to his feet without spilling a drop of his drink. It’s an impressive feat that earns him a kiss on the cheek as a prize before the pair spins off together to get better acquainted.

The success of the Ghost project meant that a good portion of the Ministry was on tour more often than not anymore. While the Ministry parties had always been wild, the more recent homecoming celebrations left most of the congregation with little to no memory of the night before.

A thick fog rolls over the floor, that sickly sweet smell of chemical syrup pumped out from the machines filling the air. Phantom materializes in it, a vapor turned solid shape that now blocks your path. You bounce off him, unsteady and unable to correct your course in your current state. He grabs your elbow, keeping you upright and off the ground with a soft smile. His teeth have a red tint to them, much like your own, but it’s too bright and too loud to make out what he’s saying.

He leans in to repeat himself, his grip a little tighter on your arm. He smells like strawberries and some kind of alcohol. But under the top notes of what you guessed was the last drink he had was the soft smell of a cologne so nice you wanted to bury your face in it.

You hadn’t spent a lot of time with the newly summoned ghoul—time was a luxury neither one of you had. But the pull had been there from the beginning, ever since he clawed his way out of the Pit and locked eyes with you. It’s a dance, one with several complicated steps and neither one of you had felt compelled to lead.

He says something else, words that taste like fruit punch and candy. You grin lazily and pat his shoulder, allowing yourself the first intended contact from you to him. His breath hitches, grip tightening once more. He’s so close now you can feel the heat of his skin through his clothes. A uniform you dare to imagine, for a split-second, rumpled in a pile on your floor.

It’s clumsy at first and your teeth clash together more than your lips, but the two of you are in such a stupor that you don’t stop. His hand moves to your back, pressing you close as he adjusts and kisses you properly. Behind you someone whistles—most likely Dew or Cumulus—but it doesn’t distract the ghoul from the task. He brings a hand to the side of your face, fingers splayed over your cheek and neck as he pulls the breath from your lungs.

You grab handfuls of his collar and break away, keeping your forehead pressured to his as you struggle for air. Kissing him is like drowning and you want nothing more than to be underwater again.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbles against your lips. He draws a line over your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb and moves in again.

The next kiss is dizzying, knees buckling under the pressure and the flick of his tongue. He keeps you upright with a firm hand on your back and the one on your face slides into your hair. He tugs lightly, a smile hidden between you as you let out the tiniest moan.

Someone clears their throat nearby and the pair of you split apart like you’ve been caught behind the bleachers at a school dance. Papa offers Phantom an almost fatherly smile and pats him on the shoulder. He suggests the two of you get some air to avoid the cluster of ghouls watching nearby.  Phantom is flustered, a pink tinge highlighting his cheeks as he stares back at his captive audience. Mountain and Rain each give him a thumbs up paired with toothy grins.

Your own cheeks heat up as you realize at some point you had been the topic of discussion between the ghouls. Some lonely night had passed between them on the road, maybe on the bus or in some dingy greenroom, and you were the reason he asked for advice from the others. The revelation makes you feel too warm in your clothes, a blush now spreading over your entire body.

You press your face against his shoulder, hiding a shy smile. He slides his hand down your arm, fingers brushing as the lace with yours. He asks if you would like to go with him and yes is the only word you know for a moment.

You don’t miss the smile on his face when the two of you start moving toward the exit, hand in hand.

“Wait!”

Sunshine, ever the perpetual dealer of chaos, approaches carrying two large cups filled with that same red drink that now tastes like Phantom’s kiss. She drops a wink in your direction that is the opposite of subtle and tells you both to have fun before sending you away.

Outside the night is unseasonably cool, a rare break from the heat of summer and the abbey’s sweltering ballroom. You both close your eyes, enjoying the gentle breeze that blows over the grounds. It’s quiet as the wind stills. No one else has made their way out from the party yet. In a few hours the lawn will be filled with your friends and his, but for now it’s just you and Phantom and maybe a curious spirit or two.

You sip carefully from your cups as you walk, the red dye staining your lips and teeth. It doesn’t matter to either of you anymore.

Phantom trips over a gnarled tree root, his drink spilling sticky red liquid over his fingers as he drops to the ground. You can’t help but laugh, the alcohol in your system doing you no favors. He pouts beneath you and wipes his wet hand across your thigh, smearing juice and dirt into your clothes. As you move to help him up, you catch the same root with your own feet and land in the grass next to him in a fit of giggles.

“You ok?” he asks through his own laughter, smiling wide when you nod. He settles on the lawn propped up on an elbow as he watches you.

The minutes pass, the pair of you splitting the remainder of your drink as you sit together in the grass. It’s a clear, beautiful night—a lot like the night he was summoned and pulled from the ground by Papa himself. You smile at the thought, the memory now a tiny movie in your head.

“I think I’m stuck,” he tells you and sinks into the ground a little more.

You shuffle closer, the space between you reduced to maybe half an inch. He drapes an arm over your waist, closing the gap even more with a soft sigh.

“You’re nice to look at,” he admits happily, a small hiccup breaking the sentence.

“Am I?”

“Mmhmm. There’s a word for it up here—I can’t remember it now, but in the Pit we’d say,” he pauses for a moment and brings his mouth to your ear before making a noise that sounds like a dryer full of gravel. “There’s not a word for word translation, but it’s close.”

You do your best to imitate the noise, giggling at his surprised face.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” he teases, clutching a hand to his chest in fake shock.

You laugh harder at his stupid joke than you mean to, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“No,” you finally manage as you dare to reach for his waist. “Kissed you with it, though.”

“Oh, yeah,” he says thoughtfully. “We should do that again.”

“We could. Or you can tell me more about how I’m nice to look at.”

He buries his face in the space between your neck and shoulder with a tiny whine. “Words are hard, ok?”

“So you’re not going to kiss—mmph!”

He catches your lips in another slow, passionate kiss that leaves you lightheaded. Your legs tangle as he pins you against the soft ground and you can’t think of anywhere you’d rather be. He tastes like heaven or maybe hell, syrupy sweet from whatever the ghouls had put in those cups.

He sounds smug as he mumbles something about being right to want to kiss you again, not quite pulling away enough to be fully understood. It doesn’t matter because you’re both smiling, completely drunk on fruit punch and each other.

Minutes become hours, but Phantom keeps you warm through the night. You talk about everything as you slowly sober up. He tells you about his time on the road, stories about mischief and misbehaved ghouls and the thousands of happy faces that he’s seen. You explain what he missed while he was away, like the time the hell hound puppies escaped their crates and dug up part of Primo’s garden and the day Cowbell fell into the fountain.

The two of you rest against a tree—the same one with the root that had taken you both down. In the comfortable quiet you fall asleep on his shoulder, his arm draped around you to keep you close. When his eyes begin to feel too heavy, he presses a kiss into your hair and rests his head on yours.

It won’t be long before your friends find you and tease you while you all nurse hangovers and swear never to drink that much again. There will be stories about what you missed and who came searching for you, who fell in the pool and who taught Papa the latest dance. You’ll listen to all of it while Phantom holds your hand and you will know you were right where you were supposed to be.

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[bupia]

HI BAEL ITS ATOMICCC!!!!

Number 13 (night) with mountain or dew if you’d like heheehe

Going to bed at night: Mountain, Ghoul

"Will you stay with me?"

There’s SMUT under the cut. +18 (fingering) GN!READER

You were standing with him behind you, your underwear were on your knees, one of his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close to him while both of you were standing. His other hand, between your legs, had two fingers thrusting into your entrance, as fast as he could. It was so hard to stay on your feet, but his large arms kept you in place. His tail wrapped tight around your thigh, keeping your legs open for him, enough for him to touch you.

"Mountain, I'm so close. Please, don't stop!" you begged him.

He just made you cum on his mouth a few minutes ago. He knew how overstimulated and sensible you were, and he wouldn't stop until he made you cum another time. Your rose your arm reaching for his head, tangling your fingers into the locks of his hair, feeling the waves of pleasure rush through your body.

"I won't stop, pretty, cum with my fingers."

He removed his fingers inside of you, licking them with his forked tongue, pushing them back inside of you, but this time with three fingers, causing you to gasp at the feeling. You moaned louder than before, and he knew you were getting close again. He pushed his fingers deep inside of you, moving them around, making you squirm and whimper.

"Oh pretty, I can feel you tightening up on my fingers." He said, knowing that you were close. He continued to pushing his fingers in and out, faster and faster, making you moan and gasp. "I'm going to make you cum again, you're so tight."

He hit the right spot, and then he felt it. Your muscles tightened around him, and you came. You came all over his hand, as your juices flew down. He smiled, slowly removing his fingers inside of you.

"You're amazing, pretty." He whispered close to your ear.

"Y- You're the amazing one here, Mountain..." you were breathless, trying to keep standing on your feet as your legs trembled.

He chuckled, turning you to him catching your lips in a delicate kiss, "please... Tell me, tell me you will stay here tonight." he whispered with his lips close to yours.

"W- what?"

It was the first time he asked you to stay at his room. Normally he would share his room with some other Ghoul, but today, it was only you and him there.

"You can stay tonight, it will be only you and me, I promise. Will you stay with me?"

As his lips lingered near yours, you blushed. Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you replied softly, "I... I would like that. I'll stay here tonight."

He pulled your underwear up, quickly picking you up, taking you to his bed in the corner of the room, where he gently placed you. He sat down beside you on the bed, his eyes filled with affection as he caressed your cheek.

With a tender smile, he leaned in, capturing your lips in another lingering kiss. The warmth of his touch, the gentleness of his embrace, were intoxicating you. As the kiss deepened, he got his body above yours, until he pull his lips apart.

He wrapped you around his arms, allowing you to rest your face closer on his chest. "Sleep now, pretty. I'm not going anywhere."

Feeling the reassuring beat of his heart beneath your ear, you closed your eyes, letting his comforting words wash over you. The rhythm of his breathing and the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulled you into a peaceful slumber. Knowing he was there, by your side, brought a sense of tranquility that allowed you to surrender to the realm of dreams.

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[secretsandwriting]

Mate [Dewdrop]

Ghouls biology is different from humans in many ways. One of those many ways is they need a mate and if they don't find one in a certain timeframe, instincts take over and they get one. It would however be nice if said mate got a little more warning.

Where the ghouls haven't gotten a mate in time so instincts take over and the first person they see becomes their mate.

[Mountain] [Aether] [Rain] [Swiss] [Poly]

Can be read as a stand alone

The only people who knew much about the ghouls were those who interacted with them everyday. The Papas, Sister Imperator, and a few other higher ups. Most of the other staff had never even seen the ghouls in person. The ghouls weren’t quiet so you had heard them in the halls at night but other then that the only time you had seen them was in video.

It was pretty common for the sisters to gossip about the ghouls so when you heard some of them talking you just listened in as a way for a little entertainment while you did your chores.

“I heard some of the ghoul are getting to the point where they need a mate. One of the sisters said they overheard one of the Papa’s say if they didn’t find one themselves soon biology would take over and they didn’t want to have to explain that.”

“What does that mean?” Curious yourself, you paid a little more attention.

“No ones sure, but someone did say they read that Ghouls are creatures that need a mate and if they don’t get one they’ll either die or they’ll see someone and a connection will suddenly be made and that’s they’re mate unless rejected which is apparently not good.”

“I don’t know, that sounds fake but they are ghouls so who knows.”

The conversation stuck with you for the day, giving you something to occupy your thoughts while you worked. While you weren’t sure if it was true it was nice considering you were doing someone else’s work on top of your own. The flu had been going around the ministry so those that weren’t sick had to try and pick up the slack, so you weren’t finished until shortly after midnight. 

The walk to the dorms was quiet, every once in a while you caught sight of another sister finishing up but for the most part no one was up and it was silent. If you hadn’t called it home for 3 years you would’ve thought it was creepy but you were immune to the building. What you weren’t immune to was arms wrapping around your torso with no warning.

Shoving your elbow back into the person's side you managed to slip out of their grip. Spinning around you were met with the faceless mask of a ghoul. He stepped forward reaching out for you so you logically took a few steps back. While the ghouls weren’t allowed to harm any of the siblings, they had before. It wasn’t often but it was still recommended that any of the siblings who didn’t regularly interact with the ghouls avoid them. Especially at night. 

The ghoul let out a wounded sounding noise and reached out for you again, so you stepped back more. The cycle kept repeating. It honestly really sucked that you weren’t sure how to get to any of the Papa’s offices from here, not likely they’d be awake at this hour anyways.

“What do you want?” He stopped and tilted his head at you, before reaching out and grabbing your hand faster than you could pull away. Once again trying to get closer but seemed to accept you stepping back a little better this time.

“Mate.” Hopefully not what the other sisters were talking about but you weren’t sure, surprisingly enough he did let go of your hand when you tried to pull it away. He tried to move closer but you kept stepping back. Unsure of exactly how safe you were with him.

“Um.. are any of the Papa’s or Sister Imperator awake?” You received a nod and another step forward. “Could you take me to one of them please.” He growled at the suggestion and stepped closer, this time reaching out with his hand. This wasn’t going well. “You can hold my hand on the walk.” That got his attention. He stopped and considered for a moment before offering his hand.

You really weren’t sure you wanted to hold his hand but if it was the only way to get there then holding hands it was. He tugged you closer and started walking gently guiding you through the halls until you reached Sister Imperator office where you could hear a few voices seemingly arguing over something. The ghoul knocked loudly and the room went silent.

“Enter.” The ghoul pushed the door open and gently nudged you to go ahead of him, The sister was at her desk and the Papa’s were surrounding her and what appeared to be an ancient book. At the moment however, all attention was on you “What could bring you to my office at.. 12:45?” 

Tugging the ghoul in by your hand that he was still holding, you hoped someone would understand your confusion. The silence was loud, everyone was staring at you and the ghoul attached to your arm.

“I was doing double duty today because so many are out sick and I just finished up a half hour again and when I was walking back to my dorm, he just suddenly hugged me from behind and won’t leave me alone. When I asked what he wanted all he said was Mate and I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know who he is other than one of the ghouls that's currently in the ghost project.” 

“So you’ve never met him before?” Sister Imperator folded her hands on the desk in front of her.

“It’s the first time I’ve even met one of the ghouls.” She nodded and looked down at the book in front of her. The papas quietly whispered to each other. “Have a seat.” She waved to a chair in the middle of the group. “As for you Dew, Why don’t you go make some tea for them? I’m sure they could use some after such a long day of work.” Dew didn’t seem sure of the idea. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep them safe and they’ll stay in here until you come back.” He hesitated for a few seconds before looking down at you, seeming to wait for your opinion in the matter.

“Tea would be nice.” He nodded “Peppermint please.” A soft rumble came from him before he left. All attention was on you again.

“Well, There’s a lot we need to talk about but due to how late it is, we’ll go over the basics and talk more tomorrow. I’m sure you’ve heard some rumors about the ghouls needing mates.” You nodded. “Well it's true. Their biology requires it and if they don’t find one in a certain time frame their instincts will take over and choose the first person they see. Now you have two options. You can accept or refuse it. I highly suggest you accept it.” She wasn’t suggesting it. “So what will you do?” Ah, the illusion of choice.

“I’ll accept.”

“Good. Ghouls need to be with their mate most of the time so you’ll be moved to his room tomorrow, as for tonight you’ll just go with him go ahead and help yourself to something from his closet to wear it won’t be a problem with him if you do. Ghouls are a bit possessive and wearing their clothes satisfies that. Ghouls are also very touchy, I suggest you get used to it… They also don’t want to cross their mates boundaries, so be clear with what you're not ok with. It will make a difference.” Her tone softened at the last part. 

“Don’t worry about your work. This next week we’ll be meeting to go over some things before you start your new wor-” She was interrupted by a knock. “Enter.” Dew came in and handed your tea. “It’s late, go get some rest, don’t worry about getting up early, the only thing you have tomorrow is our meeting that will happen whenever you get here. Dew helped you up, took the mug of tea to carry it for you, and once again grabbed your hand. Waiting just long enough for you to say goodnight before pulling you out into the hall.

30 minutes later you're tucked into what looked to be a nest, wearing one of Dew’s shirts, and being held by a purring ghoul. If ghouls could purr, you really didn’t know anything about ghouls. Hopefully what Sister Imperator would go over with you next week would help because this was not something you wanted to go into blind.

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While Sister Imperator did help a little bit, Copia was the biggest help. Sister told you the facts and how it worked in general, while Copia told you about Dew himself and how he reacted with certain things. You were moved into Dew’s room and slowly getting used to living with someone else.

While instincts were still high, they were starting to go down. It gave you a little more freedom to be able to go somewhere without him for a few minutes for some alone time. You had even managed to get a full half hour once.

You had started settling in pretty well despite still feeling completely lost as to what you were doing and going through but Dew was sweet, batshit insane but sweet. Since Dew was still at a point where he couldn’t be away from you for too long and you still needed to help out, you were learning how to run the Social Media for Ghost. 

The other ghouls were all nice, they helped explain things a little bit but mostly just gave you the interaction you needed as Dew still didn’t want you around the other sisters for some reason. So therefore you ended up playing ghoul babysitter quite often. 

Slowly but steadily you were figuring out how to calm Dew’s instincts. Any sort of physical contact seemed to ground him and on days where it was worse you used that to keep both of you sane. It was during one of those days, where Dew was sitting on a cushion on the floor in front of the couch you were on and you were braiding his hair that Aether came in holding one of the sisters. She looked terrified, probably how you looked when you went into the office that night. 

“Have you been able to talk to any of the Papa’s or Sister Imperator?” Aether glared at you while she shook her head. “I can give you a little bit of information but I’m still learning myself. Just tell Aether you want to sit over here and he can sit with you and you have a good chance of it happening.” 

That afternoon, you gained a new friend. One who understood what was going on. Despite the difference in time, she figured out things you didn’t know and shared them with you. She became one of your best friends.

Once Dew was finally no longer going on instinct things got… Interesting. He still needed you close, but he was trying to do it right as he said. Little lunch dates, walking you to your new office before he went to practice, bringing you your favorite drinks randomly throughout the day, little notes stuck in places for you to find. He was trying hard to romance you as close to normal as he could and it was working.

It wasn’t good for you. The hugs he’d suddenly pull you into released swarms of butterflies onto your stomach, when he’d wrap his arm around your waist and stand next to you sped your heart up more than it should, the way he tucked his head into your chest after a bad day made your heart absolutely burst with love and affection.

Dew never pushed you to tell him you loved him or made you feel pressured to kiss him. You knew he wanted it, you had overheard him talking with Aether. He was the perfect gentleman for you, except of course his normal shenanigans with the other ghouls. 

One night, Dew had pulled you into his arms, his chin resting over your head, arms wrapped around your stomach, and one of his legs thrown over yours. You were wrapped in a soft but thin blanket, the fire ghoul creating enough warmth you didn’t need much covering you. He was purring, the sound had become something you needed to fall asleep.

“Dew.” He hummed, the sound barely audible above his purring. “I love you.” He froze, purr dying in his throat before coming back louder, he pulled you closer and held you a little tighter. 

“I love you too.” A warm fuzzy feeling filled your chest. 

“Dew… May I have a kiss?” He moved faster than he ever had when comfortable in the nest, adjusting so you were looking him in the eyes. He just stared at you for a few seconds, causing the swarm of butterflies in your stomach to grow before pulling you closer by the back of your head until your lips met. It was short, too short. Dew moved to pull away when you tangled your hands into his hair and pulled him back. That was all the confirmation he needed to devour your lips.

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