#nameless ghouls x oc

[gravehags]

the burn between our hearts - the beatrice edit

Pairing: Ghouls/Ghoulettes x f!OC

Rating: Mature

Tags: ghouls doing ghoul shit, depression, tender emotions, surprise papa, ghouls eating someone off camera, ghouls not understanding human shit

Words: 2,540

Summary: Beatrice has never felt so lost, so empty before, and she is unsure if what's wrong with her can ever be fixed.

a/n: my poor beloved bea going through the worst depressive episode of her life while the ghouls are painting the walls of her new room completely oblivious as "wake me up before you go-go" plays

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33 days.

It’s been 33 days since Beatrice has seen or heard from any of the ghouls.

She spent the first two and a half weeks of that in her room, sobbing wildly in bed while Sister Marguerite sat next to her rubbing her back and murmuring words of comfort. Truth be told, the steady presence of the middle-aged sister provided a warmth that Beatrice desperately needed. She never spoke ill of the ghouls and what they had done to her, instead telling her to be patient. That the Unholy Father always provides. That there’s always more to a bad situation than it seems. All difficult words for Beatrice to believe when her heart had been shattered the day after she had left Aurora’s room. Her mind was torn - on one hand she had come to expect this: being cast aside once they were done using her. On the other hand…she really thought she had something special with them. From her first time with Swiss to her last time with Aurora and every interaction with every ghoul in between, Beatrice felt like she was finally home. That she had finally found her place in the Ministry, by their sides.

Or not.

After most of her tears dry and her depression lets up to the point where she can leave her bed, she becomes angry. Fucking infuriated. Even before they were her lovers, they were her friends. And they just ditch her and act like she doesn’t even fucking exist anymore? Fuck that. One evening, she gets so mad she strides down to the ghoul den and begins banging on their bedroom doors, cussing and cursing their names. How dare they treat her like she’s disposable? But that’s been the story of her whole life, she supposes. Everyone gets tired of her eventually. With one last slam of her fist against the wall, hard enough to bruise and shake Cumulus’ door, her tears begin to slip out once more.

“FUCK YOU!” she shouts, unsuccessfully holding back a sob. The silence in the corridor is deafening so she turns on her heel and leaves without a glance backwards. Beatrice doesn’t see the door at the end of the hall cracking open and eyes watching her go.

Bea returns to her chores in the abbey, ignoring the sneers and dirty glances her fellow siblings give her. She’s well aware she’s been a nuisance to everyone, being holed up in her room and shirking her duties, and she’s wracked with guilt. Sister Marguerite assures her sweetly that it’s okay, everyone goes through rough spells and her absence hasn’t caused any undue burden on the rest of the siblings but Beatrice has a hard time believing her. She attends her duties but without any real life in her eyes or spring in her step. When she cries, silently, every once in a while, her sniffles draw rolled eyes and scoffs. The siblings don’t say a word to her, until one day, the dam breaks. She’s in the library and lets out a small, embarrassing sob as she shelves a book on love magic when a loud slam echoes throughout the library.

“You are so fucking ridiculous, do you know that?”

Beatrice doesn’t realize she’s talking to her until she turns slightly and sees her searing gaze. It’s Sister Tamsin. She doesn’t know her - not really - but she’s well-liked by a lot of people in the abbey. She’s never spoken to Bea before this and Bea frantically wipes her tears as she walks closer to her. A small crowd has been attracted to the two of them now, multiple pairs of eyes shifting between them both.

“Acting this way because of the fucking ghouls. Like you’re supposed to be special or some bullshit. Honey, the ghouls fuck everyone. They can’t help themselves. All of us have had a ghoul proposition us at some point, you’re just the only one stupid enough to fall for it. They’re nothing but fucking animals–”

“They are not animals,” Beatrice says loudly in a shaky voice but Tamsin isn’t done berating her.

“--oh look at that! She finally uses her mouth to speak instead of just opening it for ghoul cock and cunt. Go on, sweetheart. Tell us all how those beasts love you so much. Their little whore. Their–”

The slap echoes throughout the large room, but both of Beatrice’s hands remain clenched into fists by her sides. Looming over Tamsin’s doubled-over form is Sister Marguerite, looking like fury personified in her neat habit.

“You little cunt,” Marguerite spits, causing Bea’s eyebrows to raise. She’s never heard her swear before. “You know just as well as everyone else in this room - in this whole abbey - how sacred the ghouls are. Summoned by our own Papa from the realm of the Unholy Father to help him spread the word of our ministry. And you dare defile their name - and the name of those they have chosen - for petty cruelty? You are nothing, Tamsin. A jealous little gnat. And rest assured, Papa will be hearing about this.”

No one in the room is stunned quite as much as Beatrice as Marguerite abandons the red-faced, humiliated Tamsin in order to come to her side and escort her out of the room with her arm firmly planted across her lower back. When they finally step out of the library, she shuts the door firmly behind her and grabs the redhead’s biceps, pulling her into a hug.

“Enough is enough,” she murmurs, rubbing her back. “I’m relieving you of your duties for the day. Take care, hon. Go back to your room. I’ll be having a word with our Papa.”

With one last squeeze she hustles down the hall, skirts flying and Beatrice is left shell-shocked in the empty corridor. She rubs at her eyes with the heels of her hands before doing as the older sister requested.

Three days pass.

Three days and not a single soul dares look at Bea sideways let alone speak to her. She notices, with a twisted sense of satisfaction, that Tamsin is nowhere to be found. Not in the library, not in the gardens - she hasn’t seen her at mass or in the dining hall. When Beatrice quietly asks Marguerite about her she just gives the younger woman a beatific smile and says, “she’s no longer a problem for you.” Something within her warns her not to inquire further so instead she goes back to her normal life. After she finishes a shift in the kitchens for the evening, Beatrice steps out into the cloisters and heads for a small courtyard she enjoys. She plops down onto a stone bench with a heaving sigh, trying to ignore the constant ache in her heart as she breathes in the evening air.

“Is this seat taken?”

Bea’s head whips to the side and when she sees a figure dressed in a red tracksuit and the earnest face of Papa Emeritus IV, she jumps up.

“Papa!” she gasps, curtsying before him. “I–no! Please, sit.”

He lowers himself next to her, putting his gloved hands on his thighs and taking a deep breath.

“Nice out, eh?” he asks quietly. Bea has never seen Papa like this - out of the majority of his papal paints and elaborate robes - and she certainly has never spoken to him in conversation like this.

“Beautiful,” she says, folding her hands in her lap. His eyes lower to watch her rub her fingers anxiously and worry at her cuticles. Gently, he reaches over and places a hand over hers.

“I know you’ve been hurting, Sorella Beatrice,” he murmurs, thumb grazing over her knuckles.

“You…you do?” All of a sudden she’s filled with dread at the thought of her poor mental state and shirked duties being reported all the way to Papa. She opens her mouth to explain herself, to apologize profusely but he speaks first.

“My ghouls,” he begins, “are very peculiar creatures. They don’t take well to most humans.”

“Oh?”

“Sì, sì…they are very protective of each other and of me. And…they don’t take human lovers.”

“They…don’t?”

“Not at all, sorella. Which makes you a very peculiar creature yourself. Something that my ghouls noticed straightaway. Something that they have spoken to me at great length about.”

Her stomach does a backflip and he looks at her with his mismatched eyes.

“Sweet Beatrice, they wanted me to tell you…it is time. Go to them. Go to the last door at the end of the hallway this evening. I apologize for not telling you more - telling you sooner - but they had much to accomplish and wanted this to be a surprise.”

Her heart feels as if it’s going to burst through her ribcage and tears form in her eyes as she regards him.

“Papa…” she says quietly, her voice cracking, “thank you. Ave Sathanas. Thank you, Papa.”

He smiles at her warmly, and reaches up to briefly cup her cheek before jerking his head towards the corridor behind the two of them.

“Go on, cara. They are waiting.”

Before she can doubt herself, she plants a brief kiss on Papa’s cheek and scurries off. As she makes her way on the familiar path to the ghoul den, her hands shake by her sides. What did Papa know? What did Marguerite know, always reminding the younger woman to have faith and patience and guiding her with a gentle hand? When Beatrice enters the corridor she forces herself to take a series of deep breaths. Swallowing hard, and guided as if by an invisible hand, her feet take her down the wide corridor, all the way to the door at the end. Her pulse thunders in her ears and after a beat, she raises her fist and knocks twice before placing her hand on the knob and turning slowly.

What meets Beatrice’s gaze after the door creaks open instantly brings tears to her eyes.

They’re there - all ten of them - standing in various spots in the large room staring at her. When she chokes out a pathetic sob, Swiss is by her side in a flash.

“Hey, babygirl,” he says quietly, hand rubbing between her shoulder blades. “Do you like it?”

When Beatrice looks up at him quizzically, he gestures to the room. She hadn’t even noticed the setting for all the ghouls she adored so dearly. A bed - a ridiculously enormous bed - is pushed against the far wall. Surrounding the large piece of furniture is a collection of thick cushions and pillows of varying sizes, blankets draped here and there. A dresser stands by the opposite wall and a doorway leads to a darkened room Bea assumed to be the bathroom. Eyebrows drawn in confusion, she looks around at them.

“I…I don’t get it.”

“It’s yours,” Cirrus says, stepping forward and taking Swiss’ place at her side. “It’s what we’ve been doing all this time. We can’t bring a mate into the den and not make them a nest.”

She says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world but Beatrice’s jaw falls slack and she hears Aether let out a soft laugh.

“Mate?” Bea’s voice is comically high pitched as her eyes dart from Mountain to Sunshine to Aurora, perched on the end of the bed.

“If you’ll have us,” Cumulus supplies quickly, “we’re not going to assume but…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She can’t suppress the hurt in her voice and all at once they jump up and crowd around her.

“Love, like Cirrus said, we couldn’t tell you until we made a proper place for you,” Rain says softly, soothingly, “that’s how it’s supposed to be. The pack has to provide for you.”

“We’re sorry we didn’t say anything, though,” Phantom supplies, wringing his hands, “it…it wasn’t right to make you hurt like that. I told the others, but–”

“--But it was better than making you feel like you’ve been strung along. We had to make our intentions perfectly clear by doing this,” Mountain says calmly, gesturing around the room.

“I thought…I thought you didn’t want me anymore. That you didn’t care about me. That you never cared about me. I–” Beatrice’s words break off in a loud sob that has her doubling over on herself and the ghouls looking anxiously around the room at one another.

“Honey, I’m sorry. We’re so sorry,” Cumulus says as she steps forward to embrace her, “human emotions can be…difficult for us to understand. We’ve never done this before, you know that? We’ve been telling you for so long that you’re special, that you’re perfect. If we didn’t want you we never, ever would have made this for you. You’re the one. You’re the only one for us.”

When Beatrice pulls back from Cumulus’ arms, uselessly wiping her tears from her shoulder, she cups her face in her palms.

“We adore you. All of us.” The others nod emphatically, all reaching out to touch her in some way. It doesn’t feel real to her, but she drinks it in all the same. Gently, Beatrice lets go of her anger, of her doubt, and allows herself to be filled with the perfect, aching love that surrounds her in this room.

“Thank you,” she whispers, squeezing Swiss’ hand in her left and Aurora’s in her right. “This is…wow. All for me, huh?”

“All for you,” Sunshine confirms, brushing the sister’s hair away from her face. “Does that mean you accept our offer?”

Beatrice lets them squirm, just a little bit by remaining silent for a few seconds. When the “yes” finally leaves her lips, the room erupts triumphantly and suddenly her face is being smothered in kisses. When Swiss picks her up bridal style and carries her to the bed, Beatrice can’t help but laugh, thinking of her first time. The ensuing days of celebration are filled with as much love as lust, Bea’s naked form barely allowed to ever leave the bed and always surrounded by the sounds of pleasure. She’s thoroughly exhausted by the end of the third day, abbey duties completely forgotten and body limp in the soft sheets. Gently, so as not to wake her pack, she raises herself onto her elbows and looks around the room. On her right on the bed is Dewdrop, snoring softly, while Cumulus curls up behind her. Phantom has found a spot at the bottom of the bed and Swiss and Aurora are intertwined on a cushion across the room. Cirrus, Sunshine, and Rain sleep soundly in a pile next to them while Aether lies curled into Mountain. Beatrice smiles as she watches the forms of her lovers - all ten of them, she wants to laugh - and lowers herself back down into the pillow. Cumulus stirs and murmurs something into Bea’s hair, and the redhead reaches a soothing hand back behind her to scratch gently at her scalp. Dew’s eyes open briefly, glowing in the dim light of the room and he gives her a sleepy smile. Leaning over, Beatrice places a soft kiss on his forehead and runs her thumb along his cheekbone.

And for once in her life, here at the abbey or otherwise, Sister Beatrice Bishop is at peace, she is held, and she is loved.

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Just Witchy Stuff - Part 5

Summary: As a witch, Ollie lives a quiet life. While most people find her stingy or eccentric in her beliefs and superstitions her presence is well known around the town as that 'witch' at the corner with her little witchy shop. But unlike what people think she has been around a very long time - never staying too long in one town for them to realize she never seems to age. Because of her moving around she wracks up a lot of favors. What she didn't expect was for one of her old favors to show up at her doorstep. This is her adventure!

Pairing: Nameless Ghouls Poly x OC

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-Part 4

The first thing that Ollie registered when she woke up was pins and needles in her mind. Like she'd been laying the wrong way and her body was starting to wake up; the blood flow was all fucked and she felt it deep in her spiritual core as her eyes squinted her eyes open. A long groan croaked from her throat as she felt the room spin and her stomach churn. She rolled over weakly and wretched over the side of the side - a bit surprised but grateful when she opened her eyes to see a bucket right beside her.

A hand rubbed up and down her spine slowly soothing her back to consciousness while another hand was petting her hair from her face; her gaze raising up to peer at her friends sitting beside her. The familiar faces of her the Fae and Pixie smiling in relief brought a source of comfort as Evangeline helped her sit upright.

"Fuck that was awful. How long have I been out?" she wiped at her mouth and gratefully took the cup of water that Rain was holding out to her. She chugged the entirety of it before her gaze fell on Aether as he replied from his station by the couch.

"Only a few hours."

"Dew doing okay?" she licked her lips feeling how chapped and dry they felt.

Ollie could feel the lack of energy she had; not just of her physical strength but of the ebbing magic that Dew had devoured hours before - she'd prepared for that outcome. Being put into a semi-coma by Aether as requested had kept not only her physical self unconscious but his quintessence had also kept at bay the magic from replenishing itself. That was why she needed her artifacts as much as she needed her friends here.

"He's...well..." Aether awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

"He's compliant...for right now at least." Swiss' unexpected voice spoke up as he slipped from Dew's room. "Currently knocked out actually. Went from huddled in the floor to ransacking the place and then suddenly he just collapsed; I set him on the bed for right now."

Ollie examined Swiss realizing how utterly exhausted the ghoul looked. He hadn't slept it seemed in a while and Ollie wondered just how much the pack had been through before they'd come to find her for help. He was also looking a little worse for wear with a few scratches and rumbled clothes.

"You look like shit." Ollie snorted receiving a small smile from the multi-ghoul.

"You look like the dead." he quipped back.

"At least you still have your spirits up. That's good." Ollie rolled her head on her shoulders cracking her neck as she worked to get herself back in order.

"Tesero..." Copia piped up coming to sit beside the witch on the couch. "I hate to ask this...but..are you strong enough to help us?"

Ollie stared him down a long moment. "No." at his surprised expression that morphed into dismay she continued with a hand on his shoulder.

"That is why I needed my friends and those items they were instructed to bring. This isn't my first rodeo and I have dealt with a lot of demonic presences. I knew if I took this route things could get messy. I'm not strong enough the way I am right now to exercise the Vinashesk from Dew. But what strength I do have will be put into preparing for the ritual with the help of Evangeline and Moss."

She looked at her friends; seemingly having a silent conversation with them before she spoke up again. "If Dew is incapacitated right now it's the best time to do this, but I will need your strengths to hold him at bay for us to do this. But while he is out cold we need to get in there and prepare the banishing circle. Copia, can you do that for us?" she looked back at the papa who after a moment nodded warily.

"The banishing circle is a little more complicated than a summoning one so I will show you what it looks like for you to copy it; to write it you must use the blood of the Vinashesk instead of paint." she added.

"But we don't-" Rain began but stopped when Mountain seemed to pick up on what the witch was hinting at.

"But we have Dew's blood..."

Ollie nodded slowly glad to see someone was following along. "Exactly, it is not pure blood that would usually be used but because he was infected his blood is tainted and thus we have an essence of the Vinashesk to work with."

"But that also means we will need to restrain him to do that. He may be out cold now but...when you have to gather his blood he'll definitely be awake for that." Moss added placing her hands on her hips.

"We will hold him down if someone can drain his blood for Papa." Swiss piped up.

Ollie nodded. "Good. We will need a chair to be placed in the middle of the circle Copia will draw. Evangeline can you get us some holy water?" the witch turned to her friend.

The pixie dug beneath the color of her dress to pull out a small glass vial with a playful wink. "Don't ever leave home without it!"

"That's my girl." Ollie smirked before turning back to the ghouls."So, Dew's blood, a chair, some rope to soak the holy water in to restrain Dew to the chair, and lastly we'll need some candles, one white one black, and one purple. Each is placed at the symbols points - this will help create a barrier that the evil spirit cannot cross while we ritual is taking place." Ollie rose from the couch and looked around the room.

"You guys ready to do this?" after a moment everybody in the room nodded.

"Then let's get son of a bitch outta here."

~

It wasn't easy. The waiting, the preparation...or the doubt that lingered in the minds of the ghoul. Fear that this could go horribly wrong and they'd lose a pack mate. But the girls were strong and determined - head in the game as everybody gathered in Dew's room. The room itself wasn't big but it felt almost claustrophobic with so many people in it; it stank of fear and worry so palpable even the girls could practically taste it in the air but they did not let the others see anything but strength as it came time to start the ritual.

The disaster that was Dew's room was cleared out enough for a single chair from the kitchen to be placed in the center of the room and while Rain busied himself soaking the white rope he'd gathered from the supply closet his fellow packmates helped grab the unconscious Dew to a sitting position into the chair. After this had been done Rain firmly bound his packmate to the chair; pressing a kiss to the fire ghoul's head as he whispered something to him before stepping away. Moss and Evangeline had the candles in hand and were ready to act quickly.

Copia had to act fast - using a bowl from the kitchen he drew closer to Dew; while Mountain, Swiss, and Aether took a solid grip on the fire ghoul to hold him still Copia gripped the ghoul's bound arm and with a quick apology that sounded like a prayer - made a quick slash on the exposed forearm deep enough to draw blood that he caught in the bowl. As soon as the blade broke sink Dewdrop was awake - but it was not Dew who woke up.

His usually golden eyes were pitch black and black veins were creeping from the edges of his vision as he snarled - his voice sounding too guttural... too demonic even for him as he screamed in a language that the others were not familiar with. He was yanking on his restraints and jerking his body but the others were quick to pin him back down as Copia - with shaking hands drew the symbol Ollie had known him with the blood he'd drawn.

With every point made the girls placed a responding candle to each corner and lit it with a match; when that was done the others had to leave the circle before the last candle was lit. As it was, a white glow emanated from the circle.

While Moss took one pointed corner, Evangeline took a second, which left Ollie to take the front. In her hands, she held open her mysterious black grimoire that had seen better days and in her other, she held the shattered mirror up in front of her like a priest would with a cross.

The pixie and fae held their hands up and closed their eyes; as Ollie began to chant in a language that was certainly not Latin a glittering gold aura withdrew from the fae and pixie's bodies; piercing through the blinding light shield and swarmed around Dew's struggling body while an inhuman wind began to circulate in the room along with it the sound of the monster's ungodly screams.

The ghouls and Copia watched in amazement as they shielded their eyes from the bright light as a black smokey figure began to peel itself from Dew's back and hover behind him; its eyes were white and piercing as it shot forward towards Ollie but the white barrier kept it from escaping. It screeched, twisting and slamming against the barrier as it tried its best to get through to attack the girls but finding it could not it swirled on Ollie again.

Her eyes peeked open and she stared it down - her own eyes which were once a pretty violet color were blood red as she stared it down.

"Go back to hell bitch." she lifted the mirror in front of her face blocking the view of her eyes and forcing the evil spirit to stare at its own reflection.

It shrieked at this and the others watched in terrified awe as the dark figure got sucked into the mirror like a cloud of dust. As soon as every inch of it vanished into the cracked reflection Ollie turned swiftly and brought her hand down hard against the edge of a desk - shattering the mirror completely and with it the barrier vanished with the gust of wind that took with it the agonizing cry of the demon as its essence got shattered along with the mirror.

The only thing in the room left was the smell of candle smoke whose flames had been extinguished with the wind and left the room in darkness again. Swiss bolted over when he saw Ollie's body begin to sway and Mountain yanked the curtains back open to allow light in to see the damage done.

Ollie was exhausted but still conscious as she leaned against Swiss'. Her eyes stared across the room toward Dew's slumped figure with bated breath praying that the ritual went well.

"Did it work?" Aether muttered taking a step cautiously forward.

Rain wasn't cautious at all though as he rushed over and knelt in front of his packmate; gently lifting his head to stare at his face. Dew's eyelids fluttered a bit before his familiar orange glow peeked from beneath his lashes - latching onto Rain's worried face.

"Aye raindrop." he mumbled a second before the water ghoul launched himself at him and hugged him for dear life.

"oh, satanas thank you!" Rain mumbled feeling his eyes well up with tears.

"Well I mean...it wasn't exactly Satan who helped you but I suppose calling the big guy to deal with his demonic nuisance wouldn't be half bad." Moss muttered rubbing a hand over her hair tiredly.

Ollie laughed huskily and rested her head back against Swiss. "You doing okay?" Swiss murmured looking down at the exhausted witch.

"Meh, felt worse." Ollie shrugged before looking at Copia.

"Hey old man, next time...check that you have your ritual shit together alright?" she snorted

"Double check." Moss added

"Triple check!" Evangaline piped up popping her 'p' for emphasis.

Copia looked sheepish and nodded. "Si si. I promise. Thank you...Ollie for all of this." he waved his hand around.

Ollie grunted in reply and made a move to sit up with Swiss' help. "I'm getting too old for this shit." she added as she righted herself.

As Rain began to untie Dew the fire ghoul stood up with a wince but his energy drainage and overall exhaustion didn't stop him from stalking over towards the witch. Everybody held their breath as he stopped in front of her. Ollie just peered at him calmly simply thinking how awful he looked.

"Thank you." she blinked at him in surprise; well she wasn't expecting that.

Dew reached up and drew her head towards him; bonking his head against hers in a show of fondness and gratefulness. "Thank you for not giving up."

Ollie's lips curled up into a half smile as she thunked a fist against his shoulder. "Anytime spitfire. Just..." She drew back a bit to look at him with a narrowed eye. "Don't go trying to be a hero."

He let out a burst of rusty laughter and shook his head. "Wasn't trying to be in the first place."

Everybody else echoed the laughter as the air cleared in the room. She waved a hand around the room. "Now, let's get this cleaned up so we can all go get some much-needed rest." she added.

"Nuh uh!" Rain piped up as he ducked himself beneath Dewdrop's arm. "That can wait for later - come on." he didn't indicate what he was telling them but the other ghouls seemed to know already.

Without instruction, the ghouls grabbed at the girls and dragged them back into the living room where they were soon engulfed into a massive ghoul dog pile. Arms, legs, and tails entwined around different body parts as they meshed together on the floor with some pillows and blankets. Papa chuckled watching the pile with a fond smile as he waited by the door. Happy and relieved they had their Dewdrop back and that everything would be okay now. But he still had paperwork to be done to clean up all this mess so as he turned to leave there was a clicking sound behind him and he turned to find Ollie had her hand raised in the air.

"Come on now Papa, get in here mister. You look like you're about to drop any minute," she told him.

He was going to protest- really he was. But when several pairs of eyes turned to him and grabby hands reached toward the man he simply could not deny them. So he joined them in the pile on the floor squished and cuddled between warm bodies that vibrated with sounds of purring and chittering. He met Ollie's eyes and she gave him a small smile before allowing her eyes to close again and snuggled against Dew's chest for a much-needed sleep not induced by magic or bloodloss...but by the gentle happy purring around her.

~The End

Thank you, guys, for reading! I hope it was as entertaining and fun to read as much as it was to write! If you like little mini-series like this feel free to check out my other works as well!

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Can’t You See That You’re Lost Without Me? - Chapter III

Nameless Ghouls(Ghost band) x Black!OC

Series Summary: Asteria is forced out of her home and old life, but maybe it’s for the better.

Chapter Summary: Asteria gains mountains trust, with flower crowns.

Warnings: Fluffy meeting, probably bad writing, and idk what else

I would love and very much appreciate any constructive criticism, please interact (like or comment, reposts if you really want to) if you enjoy. Comment or dm me if you want me to start a taglist.

Papa walks me back to my room so that I can read through liber ghoulius eorumque historia and prepare to meet the ghouls. I skim the table of contents, squinting to comprehend the small messy font, stopping when I find one titled Gaining a Ghoul’s Trust. Skip straight to that chapter, I learn that there are six different types of ghouls — air, quintessence, earth, water, multi, and fire.

I skimmed through the information, making it through the first three ghouls and how to gain their trust when a knock rang through my new room. After resting the book on my desk, I open my door to see Papa standing before me.

“Ah, Asteria, are you ready to have a short introduction to the ghouls?” He asks me smoothly.

“Sure.”

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“I���ll go in first, and just be careful the ghouls are often wary of new presences. Even the ones who brought you here may end up feeling threatened by you, now that you are in better shape and conscious,” he warns me, concern and worry prominent on his features. I only nod, watching as he slowly pushes open the heavy door and walks inside. I slip in behind him, his taller stature shielding me from the gazes of the ghouls.

Papa briefly informs the ghouls of my presence, before stepping aside, allowing me to be seen. I glance around the eight tall figures scattered around the large room. After a few short moments of staring at all of them and being stared at in return, the shortest masked being charged at me, their red iris narrowed into slits. Their eyes now seem cat-like as I back up quickly, he is, however, grabbed quickly by two of the much taller ghouls. I recognize one of them as the purple-eyed ghoul who had found me in the woods, the other had light-blue eyes. This one seemed shy as he avoids eye contact with me the entire time I watch them hold the red-eyes ghoul back.

The aggressive being calms down rapidly, as though all of their energy is zapped out of them. I stare on, wide-eyed, as they drag the, now, unconscious person out of the room. With a few of them gone and less attention placed on me, I took some time to look around the room. It has a large stage in the furthest part of the room, various instruments scattered around, and a few large couches are placed in front of the stage. A half kitchen with a fridge, microwave, and sink, the walls lined with soundproofing foam.

“Um… Hi, I’m Asteria.” I introduced myself with a small wave. Only two ghouls return my wave, seeming to be the least wary of my presence. Papa then takes my hand and begins leading me back to the door I came through.

“You will have just over a week to get used to them and gain their trust, before beginning the full extent of your job. I find it best you start with the air ghouls, they are the most open and easily trusting.” Papa informs me, holding the door open for me. Before leaving, I calmly wave the white-eyed and dark blue-eyed ghouls over to me, as they had been the only ones to wave back.

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As I walk through cool halls, passing large windows with a lattice pattern, looking out into a vast garden. As I observe the warm autumn colors, the leaves begin to change and grass withers away slowly, only to notice an out-of-place patch of vibrant green plants as well as a few vivid colored flowers. My steps come to a halt as I move closer to the window, the new growth occurring in the transition season that is fall sticks out like a sore thumb.

Upon closer inspection, I notice a ghoul at the epicenter of the lively plants, seeming to be in its element. At this, I realize it’s the abbey’s earth ghoul. I find the nearest door and slowly make my way outside, making sure to keep my hands in front of me to appear as less of a threat. The ghoul doesn’t pick up on my presence until I step into the patch of green, their eyes shooting open quickly as their head turns to me. I raise my hands in front of me, my palms toward them, halting my approach. I recall the information on gaining an earth ghoul's trust as the ghoul sitting before me calmed slightly.

It is best to start outside, where they feel calmest and grounded. As with gaining any ghoul's trust, approach slowly, and just stay in their presence for some time. They will trust that you aren’t a threat any more if you also respect personal space and any parts of nature around you. A small gift or trinket that resembles nature in any way and you will have fully gained their trust.

I slowly inched my way closer to him, my hands still extended in front of me. I sit beside him with a good three feet between us, my legs crossed beneath me. I feel his eyes on me, but I keep my eyes on the vibrant flowers and plants surrounding me, some out-of-season vegetation flourishes around, no doubt a result of the earth ghoul’s powers.

Noticing some daisies and chamomile flowers near me, I realize the perfect gift to give to him. I calmly reach towards the beautifully growing flowers and weave them together in an alternating manner. As I do I think of the meanings of the two flowers and how they coordinate perfectly what I am using them for.

I soon run out of chamomile flowers near me, so I place down the partially made flower crown to get some that had grown farther away. However, before I could stand more of the bright white flowers rapidly grow before me. I glance beside me to see the ghoul’s eyes staring at me curiously from behind his mask, his hand motioning for me to continue what I was doing.

I pluck the last flower I need and close the crown, although it’s missing something. I glance around searching for something to tie it all together, when some ivy vines catch my eye. I quickly wrap the vine around the tied flowers loosely before turning to the ghoul beside me and presenting the crown to him. He only stares at it with his head tilted to the side slightly. ‘Adorable.’ I shake my head just slightly to remind myself to focus on the task at hand.

I begin to raise the crown placed on his head, but he flinches back before I can, my actions seeming to have startled him. I pause, and gesture to show him what I’m trying to do with the crown. He loosens the tension in his shoulders and moves back to how he was, allowing me to place the flowers on top of his silver mask.

I smile at him, the flowers complementing his vibrant green eyes greatly. The corners of his eyes crinkle leading me to believe he was smiling back at me.

“What’s your name?” I ask curiously.

“Mountain.”

[kabukiaku]

Oh he's dangerous alright. Dangerously ✨SLAYING✨

I got inspired by seeing luciferusghost's post on instagram and ran with it.

madeline belongs to @doodleshrimps ✨

[squallic]

After a ritual sometimes you just want to hug your frontman - there may be a fic in the works about my two favourite old men.

Saying I’m in love with these is an understatement! Thank you so much to @kabukiaku for the amazing commission!

[doodleshrimps]

Two ladies and I'm the only man, ja!

I really liked the song from Cabaret :3333

Alpha's design by @kabukiaku

[lucky-charmsss]

papa and my nameless ghoul dancing together !! ✨💙

[rivastraut]

Buenos dias Primo

[anamelessfool]

the sun goes down, another dreamless night

"In the years they've known each other and worked together, it was quickly discovered how much of a sleep cuddler Primo is." Fic Link

[gonstrpc]

You can read more Rain x Swiss shenanigans in our RP DISCORD SERVER !

[sinistercervyr]

phantom and my oc ghoul vega. didn't have the gumption to shade it or finish everything but whatever

[moronwithoutmo]

Shameless Phantom x Mel art 😇

Meliel is my angel OC 🪽

[kllypsooo]

And what if I told you Terzo and Omega had a baby..

This is Lucius, a Terzomega fan child my friend and I came up with! Credits to Crimson blood cosplay, the one who designed him. We love him like he's our own 🤧

The cat's name is Bella!! She's like an older sister to him

[whore-for-murdock]

Can’t You See That You’re Lost Without Me? - Chapter IV

Nameless Ghouls(Ghost band) x Black!OC

Series Summary: Asteria is forced out of her home and old life, but maybe it’s for the better.

Chapter Summary: Asteria is scared for the first time since she arrived at the abby, having walls starting to get broken down always is.

Warnings: Lowkey boring meeting, Asteria probably being dramatic, probably bad writing, and idk what else

I would love and very much appreciate any constructive criticism, please interact (like or comment, reposts if you really want to) if you enjoy. Comment or dm me if you want me to start a taglist.

Mountain and I spend hours under the sycamore tree, talking about everything and nothing all at once. I learn that he plays the drums, his favorite plant is a blue wisteria, and other small things are shared. I tell him that I have a less-than-optimal relationship with my mother, to say the least, not going into full detail or explaining the healing wounds on my face when asked. I also share with him my love of drawing, baking, and rollerblading.

“No way!” I say before laughing loudly.

“I’m serious!” Mountain says through a laugh himself. I laugh to the point that I can barely breathe and begin leaning against Mountain, trying to catch my breath. Throughout our lengthy conversation, we made a lot of progress as he slowly stopped flinching when my hand neared to get where we are now.

“So, you’re telling me that,” I pause, a small giggle escaping my lips, “that you didn’t talk to any of them for three days because he said he doesn’t like the color green?” It wasn’t as funny as our laughter made it seem, but the way he told the story made it seem like the most interesting and, in this case, the funniest thing in the world.

“Well, yeah, it really offended me.” He said looking down at me, my head now calmly resting on his shoulder. I comfortable silence now rests over the garden, I glance up to find him still looking at me, a soft look in his eyes.

His head turns quickly towards the door I came through. I turn my head in that direction to find another ghoul standing stiffly, her hands resting behind her back. The hair on her mask is far more embellished and full compared to the display on Mountain’s.

“It’s time for practice,” she says simply before scurrying inside. Mountain shifts beside me and I quickly lift my head so he could stand. He holds out a hand to help me up and we walk inside together before parting ways.

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I make my way to the dining area, to try and get a midnight snack. I hadn’t even bothered trying to go to sleep for the night. Any attempts would have been fruitless anyway. Before I could make it all the way to some much-desired food, I notice someone sitting by one of the very large windows along the hallway walls.

The slivers of moonlight peeking through the clouds gleam off the silver mask that rests on the person’s face. The ghoul’s head turns to me, and I quickly come to a halt. Vibrant light-blue irises shine from behind their mask. My eyes trail down at their outfit to find more casual, comfortable clothes, compared to the slightly restricting uniform I had seen the ghouls and ghoulettes wearing in the band room. I rack my brain to try and remember how I can identify this ghoul without finding the symbols on their uniforms.

Water Ghouls - Light-blue

The calmest of the ghouls. 

Quickest to form a bond with, even without gifts or trinkets.

Maintain a calm and slow approach, and allow them to accommodate to your general presence before attempting to speak to or even touch them.

I slowly walked to and sat across from the water ghoul in the wide ministry window. I stared out the window with them, watching as it begins to rain, small droplets gliding down the window panes. I stole many glances towards them to find their mask was identical to Mountain’s. We made eye contact a few times, however, he always broke it first, not seeming threatened by my presence or gaze.

Almost an hour had passed before I first spoke.

“Hi,” I whisper, not wanting to disrupt the quiet atmosphere that surrounded us too much. He quickly moves his gaze to me, his eyes analyzing me for a few moments before he responds.

“Hey,” he pauses for a moment or two seeming to gather his thoughts. “I’m Rain.”

“Nice to meet you, Rain,” I say smiling kindly at him. “It’s really pretty tonight, huh?”

“Yeah,” he responds, his focus on the clouds once more. “Why are you up so late? Don’t humans need a full night's sleep?” Curiosity fills his gaze as he turns to me again, however, I continue looking outside and avoid, what seems to be, concern in his eyes.

“Some. I can’t sleep anyways, so I thought I’d wander for a bit.” He hums a response, looking outside once more. Silence settles again as the sky slowly brightens, the time spent here becoming apparent.

“Thanks,” I pause, gathering my thoughts a bit. “For bringing me back here. I have no idea where I would have gone if you hadn’t.”

“It wasn’t a problem. Plus you had passed out, it would’ve been wrong to just leave you there. Speaking of which, how’d you end up out there? With all those injuries?”

I suck in a quick breath, my mind wandering back to my mother and her afflictions towards me. Tears build at my waterline without me realizing as I continue looking up at the sky.

“Sorry, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he quickly back-tracks so as to not upset me. I blink away the tears once I look at him and smile sadly as the sun slowly peaks out from behind the tree line. I stand, ready to continue my way towards the kitchen. Before I leave, I glance at the ghoul again.

“Oh, uh thank you for yesterday,” I said quietly.

He tilts his head cutely, confusion clouding his gaze.

“For protecting me, when I accidentally set off one of the other ghouls. I appreciate it.” I say, waiting before walking off to gauge his reaction.

His gaze scans my face thoroughly, his eyes conveying an emotion I can't decipher about what he was feeling. He glances away as though to gather his thoughts.

“I didn’t want anything else to happen to you after how we found you. Out in the woods,” he turns his eyes back to me, the look in his eyes now registering as protective and care, something I have seen very rarely. 

My cheeks heat up at his word, his voice dripping with care, a truly foreign substance to me. I duck my head and hurry down the hall, continuing on to find the kitchen, not exactly knowing how to process, let alone respond to his words.

Once a fair distance away, I slow to a moderate pace, realizing that I might get close to people here, the ghouls especially, and that scares me.

[kabukiaku]

2nd batch of kofi commissions! thank you all for your support. these were sooo fun to work on omg 🖤😵‍💫

[nocturnal-bishop]

Wanted to draw Desert with Aurora, just doing Ghoulette things 🖤