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theunholybastard · 3 months ago

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Bad Day (Papa Emeritus IV x Gender-Neutral!Reader)

Requested by @ollies-station !!! <3

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Reader Is Hinted Trans But It's Pretty Vague, Mentions Of Body Dysmorphia/Dysphoria, 2nd Person POV

Copia hovered over you, paints smudged and halfway wiped off. He stopped in the middle of washing his face when he noticed something wasn't right with you. You lay face down in the bed, unmoving, just so done with life.

"Eh... t-tesoro, what's wrong?" Copia asks warily, head tilted like a confused puppy, eyes darting around the room awkwardly. He was never very good at comforting people. But you were the love of his life, how could he not at least try to be of help? He just can't stand to see you like this.

"Everything." You reply hoarsely, muffled by the pillow you were crying into earlier. You were hardly exaggerating, everything seemed to be going wrong and sending you further down a spiral. Not to mention, you've not been very kind to yourself today either. When you first woke up, things immediately felt off. You felt off. Looking into the mirror, you instantly felt dread, like something wasn't quite right with you. Deep rooted insecurities bubbled up to the surface, your body not feeling like your own. You just want the day to be over already, but every passing moment feels like eternity.

"Bad day, huh?" Copia sighs, sitting down on the bed with you, mindful to give you a little bit of space if you needed it. You finally lift your head up, and the sight makes Copias heart ache. Red, puffy face, tear stains down your cheeks, hair tussled and greasy. You hadn't even gotten a chance to shower that morning, notably the first sign today wasn't going to be all that great. You probably looked like a hot mess right now, but to Copia, you were the most beautifully ethereal being he'd ever laid his eyes on, no matter what state you were in.

"Is there anything I can do?" Copia asks concernedly, softly stroking your back with a gloved hand. "Do you want to talk about it? It might make you feel better."

"Maybe... But there's still so much stuff I have to do today-"

"Non importante. Whatever needs to get done today, I will do it for you. You've had enough stress put on you today, now it's time for you to relax. Now, tell your Papa what is wrong, okie dokie?"

You couldn't help yourself, airing out all your grievances to him. You spared no details, every little thing that went wrong and every little worry you had was brought to his attention, and he listened intently to every word. That was the one thing he's always been very good at. Listening. And he was right, it did make you feel a little better, especially with how earnest you could tell he was.

When it was all said and done, he said nothing at first, simply holding you close to his chest, his warmth and sweet smell of cologne quickly lulling you into a sense of security and comfort. You knew you always had a safe space with him.

"Bad days come and go, amore. You must keep in mind that this won't last forever. The good days will come back sooner than you think. And yes, maybe they will fleet sooner than you want them to as well, but the important thing is that they will come again. Look outside, tesoro..." You did as you were told, gazing out the window to see the sun slowly setting over the horizon.

"The day is almost over, you see? And tomorrow is a new day. A better day. Why don't you sit here for a moment and focus on that while I run you a nice relaxing bath, hm? I'll quickly run whatever errands you have left today, and after that I'll order some takeout for the two of us, how's that sound? I'll get you whatever you want."

"And... And can we maybe watch something after? And cuddle?" You sniffle. A comfort show would be great right now. He smiles. "Of course! Anything for my baby." He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, pulling away to get up and do the tasks he promised. You quickly grab the lapels of his jacket, keeping him from leaving you so soon.

"Copia... You know you don't have to do this, right? I'll be fine, really." You murmur, self conscious and worried that you're asking too much of this sweet, perfect man you've somehow managed to claim as yours. He chuckled.

"I know, amore; I want to. I want to make you happy, I want to make things easier for you. Because I love you. Because you deserve that. Capisci?" He says, a gentle firmness in his soft-spoken voice. Hesitantly, you nod. Still, you don't let go of his jacket just yet.

"Could you stay with me for just a little while longer?" You ask, hopeful and bleary eyed. He grins.

"As long as you need, tesoro."

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #ghost band fanfic #papa emertius #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa copia #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia #copia emeritus #copia #frater imperator #frater imperator x reader #hurt/comfort #nameless ghouls #ghost band fandom #fluff fic

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coffeeghoulie · 2 months ago

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after midnight

late nights in Dew and Aether's nest.

Explicit, 1.9k. Contains a sleepy handjob, aftercare, and just gross domestic fluff.

this was supposed to be a quick little thing to take my mind off of things and it turned into four pages. just how it goes lmao.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

Dew takes great pride in keeping his hearth warm. Aether's vessel doesn't run anywhere near as warm as his does, nose and fingertips and toes freezing when he gets into bed.

"Long day, starshine?" Dew whispers, curling up against his mate's side. Aether groans softly, stretching as he settles into their bedding. Their scents are baked into the sheets. This is theirs. His arm curls around Dew's shoulders, pulling him flush to his side.

"Not really, but still glad it's over," he says, turning to look at Dew. His eyes glow soft and purple in the low light of their room, the worn fabric of his sleep shirt soft under Dew's cheek. "Glad I'm here."

Dew cracks a smile, hooks a thigh over Aether's hip in an attempt to get closer. "Where you're meant to be," Dew hums, smile curling a little possessively. He presses his face into the crook of his neck, rubbing his cheek over his matescar for a moment.

"Yeah, where I'm meant to be," Aether laughs softly, and Dew feels it more than he hears it. He yawns, almost cat-like with the way it bares his fangs, glinting in the low light, and settles more firmly into the crook of Aether's arm.

Dew trills contentedly when Aether's tail winds around his own, hand heavy and solid against the small of his back. He slings his own arm over Aether's chest, feels his heart beat under his palm, takes a deep, shuddering breath of ozone and the faintest bit of antiseptic.

Their bodies press together like magnets, the matebond between them like a compass needle; Dew'll always be able to find his way home by it. Not that he ever wants to be far from his mate. Not willingly. But he knows, if it ever happens again, he'll know exactly how to return to Aether's side.

"Love you," Aether yawns. It bares his fangs, thick and sharp and dangerous, inches from Dew's face. Anyone else would flinch instinctively. But Dew purrs, rubs his cheek against Aether's collarbone.

"You too," he whispers. They float in a haze between sleep and wakefulness, and Dew's entire world reduces down to the careful arrangement of bedding that makes up their hearth. He is safe, his mate is warm and content, and they can indulge in sloth and rest until they're sated.

Dew's not quite sure when his eyes open next. The room is still dark and warm. His head rises and falls where he's using Aether's chest as the most comfortable pillow. There's something half hard pressed against his shin, where his leg is hooked over Aether's hip. He isn't sure what wakes him, but the low, budding scent of Aether's arousal is a likely suspect.

"Aeth," Dew hums, soft, careful not to break the peaceful little bubble they find themselves in.

"Mm?" Aether says, voice low and rumbly in his chest. His eyes don't open, but his hips press up slightly into Dew's.

"You want some help?" Dew offers, rubbing his cheek against his collarbone, worrying at the fabric of his shirt.

Aether turns to face him. Slow and still heavy with sleep, it takes effort. But those violet eyes crack open, peering down at him and glowing in the darkness. "Never gonna say no to you, darling."

Dew smiles, lazy and fond, and shifts until his face is pressed into the crook of Aether's neck. His hand, still resting over Aether's chest, trails down until it reaches the hem of his shirt. He cards his fingers through the coarse hair covering Aether's belly.

Aether groans as his hand teases downward, head rolling back into the pillows of their hearth with a soft groan. Dew just smiles, rucks up the hem of his shirt. "'m not gonna be mean, Aeth," he whispers into the column of his throat.

He wills his magick to his palm, raising the temperature slightly as he plucks at the waistband of Aether's boxers. His head presses further back into the pillows with a rumbling moan, baring his throat as he lifts his hips just enough for Dew to pull them down to his thighs.

The groan Dew pulls from Aether's lips when he wraps his warm hand around his half hard length is music to his ears. He presses his mouth to the column of his throat as he starts to stroke him, pressing soft kisses to his pulse. In any other situation, the pace Dew sets would easily be considered teasing. But here it's perfect, warm and slow and just enough to let the pleasure build like the tide coming in.

"Mm, fuck," Aether rumbles, low and quiet. Dew nuzzles at his jaw, thumb teasing at his slit to smear the pre beading there down his shaft. It's enough to smooth his strokes, and Aether groans again at the slide.

"That's it, starshine," Dew mumbles, breathing in Aether's scent, thick on the roof of his mouth. "Just want you to feel good, lemme take care of you like you take care of me."

Aether twitches in Dew's hand at his words, fingertip tracing the prominent vein along the side. Dew bites his lip, feeling himself start to perk up in interest, but he ignores it to listen to the way Aether's moans are broken up by soft chuffs. He pulls Dew a little closer to his side, hand fisted at the small of his back and holding onto his tank top. "Dewey," he breathes, eyes struggling to stay open as he looks at him.

"I've gotcha, big guy," Dew hums, feeling the purr start to kick up at the base of his throat. His other hand worms under Aether's head, just holding, blunt claws scratching lightly at the nape of his neck.

Aether chuffs louder, going completely boneless and relaxed. Just how Dew wants him. He relaxes so quickly that if it weren't for Aether's groans, Dew would have thought he'd fallen asleep on him.

Not that he'd blame him. It's been a long day, and it's late. Dew scratches at the nape of his neck just to hear him chuff louder.

"Just feel good f'me," Dew purrs, soft and low. Aether nods a little, violet eyes squeezed shut.

Dew startles a little when something touches his tail, but he almost whines when he realizes it's Aether's own wrapping around his. He strokes him a little faster, gives him a little more pressure.

The hand on the small of Dew's back moves up his spine until Aether has his fingers tangled in Dew's hair. He doesn't pull or tug, hand big enough to cup the entire back of his head. Dew purrs loudly, leg still hitched over Aether's.

"Fuck, darling," Aether groans when Dew twists his wrist just right at the tip of his cock. Dew smiles, leans up to press his forehead to Aether's. So close they breathe the same air.

"Yeah, that's it," Dew whispers. "Just feel good, baby."

Aether nods, their horns clicking together with the motion. "M'close," he admits, and Dew snakes his hand down even further to cup his balls for a moment, feels them start to draw up to his body.

"Like this?" Dew asks, lips brushing over his as he resumes his slow, lazy strokes. "Or do you want more? Anything you want."

Aether shakes his head, fingers tightening slightly in Dew's cornsilk fine hair. "Just want you, love," he whispers, the faintest furrow appearing in his brow, fangs sinking into his swollen bottom lip.

"You have me," Dew promises, eyes not leaving Aether's face. Drinks in every detail. Watches his nose scrunch up just a little before the pleasure makes his face go lax. His cock pulses in Dew's hands, cum splattering over his knuckles and the thick hair coating his belly.

Dew works him through it, savors every shiver and huff of breath until Aether's fingers tighten almost to the point of pain in his hair. His cock gives one last twitch, sticky and wet with release, and slowly begins to soften.

Aether just breathes, chest heaving, holding Dew close as he comes down. Dew makes no move to pull away, just ducks his head down to press his lips to Aether's pulse once again. He feels it hammering, blood and quintessence moving throughout his body, before slowly start to come back to its baseline.

They stay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, until Aether's cum starts to cool and dry, sticky and unpleasant. Dew lets go of Aether's dick, letting it rest against his hip, and starts to pull back from his embrace.

Aether makes a wounded noise, eyes flying open. "Nope, stay," he tries to persuade, a little quintessence seeping from where his fingers still touch Dew.

Dew shakes it off, laughing softly. "I'll be right back, you big softy. Don't wanna leave you all messy."

"Oh, come on," Aether grins mischievously. "Just the other day you said you wanted to-"

"Ah!" Dew cuts him off, laughing as he climbs out of their hearth. "None of that. Be right back."

He ducks into the bathroom to wet a washcloth, calling on his magick again to make it a comfortable temperature. Just as quick as he left, he's back, standing over Aether sprawled out in their hearth.

Aether's eyes open sluggishly, twin points of violet in the dark. When he sees Dew, his fingers twitch like he's trying to make grabby hands, too exhausted to put in the whole effort. "See?" Dew says as he starts to clean up the mess he made. "Said I'd be right back."

Aether chuffs softly, fingers still twitching as Dew cleans him up, pulling his boxers up and the hem of his shirt back down. "Thank you, darling," he mumbles, well on his way back to sleep. Dew just smiles, staring at him. It's nice to see him relaxed and sated like this.

He throws the washcloth in the general direction of their hamper and crawls back into their hearth. Dew presses a kiss to Aether's cheek before curling up against his side once again.

Aether pulls him close with one strong arm, the other reaching down to where Dew sits half hard against his own hip. Dew swats him away lightly. "'m alright, starshine," he murmurs, watching Aether struggle to stay awake. "Return the favor some other time."

Aether chuckles, fights to keep his eyes open as he stares down at Dew. "You sure, baby?"

Dew gives him another kiss on the cheek. He reaches up to trail a fingertip down the bridge of Aether's nose. Huffs a soft little laugh as Aether's eyes cross when he follows it. "I'm sure, Aeth," he says, settling happily into the crook of his arm and purring up a storm.

It's not long before sleep takes Aether in its hold once again, chest rising and falling deep and even. Dew, selfishly, stays awake a little while longer, just to watch. Aether's peaceful like this. Relaxed and warm and safe in the hearth that Dew made for him.

Dew shifts until his head is tucked under Aether's chin, mindful of his horns. Like this, he can hear Aether's heartbeat, steady just like him. Dew smiles, purring as he gets comfortable, and lets himself follow Aether to sleep.

#i swear every time i say 'it's going to be a short little thing' it turns into a 2k fic.#one day i will learn restraint lmao #ough they're just the husbands to me. comfort pairing for real #dot's writing #dewther #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #aether/dewdrop #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction

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leezlelatch · 1 year ago

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What I Was Made For

Terzo x F! Reader - Comfort, skin to skin, love confessions. Sometimes you just need your Papa.

Terzo’s chasuble falls off his body in a rush of satin, pooling at his feet. His gloves come off in equal measure, tossed to the floor carelessly. He removes each layer of clothing with hurried hands, stopping only when he’s standing before you in nothing but his underwear. He slides into the seat next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist in a firm grip as he drags you across the leather couch. You don’t say anything as his hands lift your shirt and usher you out of your leggings, joining them in a heap on the floor next to his papal vestments.

“Terzo,” you finally break, your voice small, and he shushes you. A long finger slides beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes are warm, even the white one like liquid as he regards you with a concerned and adoring smile.

“I am here, piccolina,” he whispers, bringing your hands flat against the expanse of his chest to feel his heart beat steadily against your palms. “Do you feel me? I am here. I am here with you.” He continues to murmur this as he pulls you into a more comfortable position, cradling your head lovingly into the juncture of his neck as he reclines on the couch. “Feel my skin against yours. And breathe, mio dolce amore.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. He smells like caramel. He smells like your favorite candle. He smells like a warm pie baked in the chill of fall. He smells like home. You turn your nose into his skin and nuzzle against it, and Terzo almost coos, a sweet noise leaving his lips followed by a small chuckle. A chuckle of near disbelief as he pulls you closer.

“Ah, what you do to me, eh? Make your Papa such a mess! I thought that was my job,” he squeezes you to him for a moment. “I will have to try harder, si?” He’s smiling, a contentment to his voice that you don’t think you have ever heard before.

“You fluster me,” you murmur into his skin.

“Hmm? What was that?” He teases. “Speak up. Your Papa has a hard time hearing over his bravado, you see.” That makes you laugh, your body shaking on top of his. Terzo laughs with you, deep and joyful, and relieved. “There you are. Come along now, dolce.”

“I said, ‘you fluster me’,” you say a little louder, turning to hide your burning cheeks in the crook of his neck. You feel the brush of his lips upon your forehead and you grow quiet, sucking in a short and shaky breath.

“Thank Satan,” he whispers, lips fluttering against your skin. “I was worried you were falling too close to the edge, and I could not catch you. My only choice, you see, is to fall with you.”

“I don’t want you to fall, Terzo,” your voice is quiet, sad. Your fingers draw through his chest hair, expression thoughtful as you rest skin to skin against him. His fingers copy your movements through your hair, his right hand sliding down to glide a gentle thumb across your cheek.

“But that is the beauty of our love, is it not? We are clumsy together. We fall. And then we kiss each other’s bruises. They hurt a little less each day. Turn from black to yellow. And then they’re gone. Perhaps we shall look back on them, but they won’t hurt anymore. We will just remember the kiss,” his accented voice, melodic and warm, washes over you like a blanket.

You start to sit up, Terzo following you, his fingers grasping at your skin. He is nearly desperate for you to understand. To help you through whatever melancholy is stuck to your precious heart. There are many things Terzo would admit to failing at in his lifetime. This would not be one of them.

“Let me kiss them, amore. Please,” he begs softly, hands at your waist, massaging the soft skin there. “With you is where I am safest. Let me be safe for you.”

The face of the former antipope in front of you is bare of makeup, his brow furrowed, the divot between his brows deepening every day. Crow's feet stretch from the outer corner of his eyes, marking a path of laughter across his face. Silver cuts through dyed black hair. He is the most beautiful man that you have ever seen.

“I love you,” you tell him. Honest and hopeful and raw.

Terzo hands are on you, pulling you firmly back into his lap, wrapping arms and legs around you until any outside viewer wouldn’t know where you ended and he began. He’s heaving great breaths, bordering on a sob as he holds you so tightly against his flesh.

“I love you. I love you. Satana, grazie per questa benedizione. Grazie, grazie,” he whispers fervently, pressing kiss after kiss against your temple, your cheeks, any inch of you he can reach. It has you giggling, and then he laughs too, and you’re both smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

“I don’t even remember what I was sad about,” you finally say, looking into his eyes, your lips mere inches of his. Terzo smiles, softer now, sweeter.

“Exactly,” he whispers.

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iii x female reader #reader insert #female reader #papa emeritus iii #terzo emeritus #terzo #terzo x reader #terzo x female reader #the band ghost fanfiction #comfort fic #papa iii #poorly translated italian

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smgsyndicate · 4 days ago

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Some Things Lost

Rain Ghoul Centric Amnesia Fic

Featuring Poly Ghouls Omega, Aether, Dewdrop, Mountain, and Rain

Before Phantom era

Small warnings for medical talk + amnesia + GAYYY + mentions an IV like . Once lmao

It's eyes opened in a flash, pupils dilating to accommodate the blinding white of the walls surrounding it. It - .. no, he couldn't stop a hiss of pain from slipping through his teeth, arms weak and shaking as they struggle to support his weight as he sits up. Cerulean eyes squeeze shut, trying to block out the light and the mounting headache seemingly caused by them.

"No- no- hey, slow down there. You're going to hurt yourself more." A soothing voice to his right said. The eyes opened again, body relaxing once they took in the space that's now dimly lit. He looked over to who was speaking, a tall and built quintessence ghoul, worriedly looking at him as if he would fade away in a moments notice. The being tilted his head, not sure what's quite going on. Unintelligently, he mumbles a small pained, "ow.."

The quint tries to fight down a chuckle but ultimately fails, a small but genuine smile gracing his features. It thinks the ghoul's smile is pretty. It suits him. He blinks, focusing back in as the bigger ghoul... Is he a ghoul too? Is he even a he? .. They blink . Again . Eyes focusing once again on the quint. "Rain, come on... That's it, there you go. Stay present. Stay here with me, okay?"

It lets out a small sound of confusion, head tilting. "Rain? It's raining? .. I like the rain I think ... But I'm definitely not moving. My head hurts." They mumble, hand moving to try and touch their head. The ghoul looks more worried than before, gently catching his hand and moving it away from his head. "No- no Rain, you can't touch that. Your bandages need to stay on for at least another day... Do you know who I am?"

'Rain' takes the moment to really study the other's features. A strong and large build, but not particularly muscular. Something tells him the other is very comfortable to lay on and is a great source of warmth, but when he tries to chase the train of thought, he winces in pain as his headache stabs back in defiance. A name draws blank in his mind, nothing familiar.

It slowly shakes it's head no, looking down in shame. It's eyes widen at the sight of plain white sheets and something sticking out of its arm. The smell of chemical is more distinct and it can identify the annoying insistent beeping of some machine. They look at there arm, seeing it connected through an IV to some sort of fluid.

The IV starts to feel itchy, so they try and pull it out only for the quintessence ghoul to stop them with a panicked noise. "Okay ... I think you have some sort of amnesia... But it's hard to tell what kind at this very moment, so I .." He frowns, sighing with an emotional shake in his voice. "We're going to take care of you Rain. We will help you relearn and hopefully get your memories back. You ... You were in a bad accident, but you're going to be okay. It's.. it's going to be okay."

They feel bad, a hesitant and remorseful expression on their face as if they want to ask a question. The other ghoul fights back their own emotions, trying to appear put together. "What do you want to ask?" It feels something on their head lower in embarrassment and they meekly ask, "Am.. I Rain?"

If it thought things couldn't feel worse, it was just proven wrong. The heart shattering expression on the other's face made it backpedal on its words. "Oh- I uhm. I was just joking! I ..." They fumbled over their words, trying to figure out how to make it better. The quint just took their hands in his, shaking his head silently to request them to stop speaking. "No, it's okay. You don't need to lie. If anything, I need you to tell the truth. .. Let's do quick introductions then, how about that?"

It nodded, hoping this ghoul could explain more about what's happening and why they're in the infirmary wing instead of their room. They hiss, trying to grip at their head as a stabbing pain starts up again. How did they know this was an infirmary and not a hospital? They have a room here? The quintessence ghoul quickly moves their hand away from their head, making gentle shushing sounds and soothing coos.

"Shh.. hey... It's okay.. it's okay... Don't try and force yourself to remember... It'll make it worse.." The other says apologetically. It makes their head hurt more. Why is he sorry? "Alright, I'll go first. My name is Aether, and I'm a quintessence ghoul. We are in a band together, which I play rhythm guitar for. I like the colour purple and astronomy. Your turn, if you're comfortable?" The ghoul nods slightly, 'Aether's' encouraging and hopeful tone spurring them on.

"My name is .. Rain ... And I . I'm in a band. I like the colour azure.. and ... My favourite song is Con Clavi?" Rain says with hesitation. Aether's proud and happy smile makes his tail wag, glad to know that he made the other happy. "Yes! Good job, Rain! You're also a water ghoul and you also play bass! Does that sound familiar?" The bigger ghoul's tail wags a bit as well, the basic memory inclining that it's not all memories, just sporadically missing pieces.

Rain shrugs with a small nod. "I guess? I don't know.." He mumbles self consciously, hands finding their way to the thin white sheets and rubbing them between his fingers anxiously. Aether's eyes soften when he catches the movement, tone gentler than before when he speaks. "It's alright. We will help you. It's going to be alright."

The whole situation feels like reliving a memory for Aether, having been the main one to guide Rain through the confusing life on Earth after his initial summoning. He sees himself and his role in the pack as a protector and a caretaker, happy to be that for his fellow ghouls that he loves and cares for so much. Right now, he sees that timid but oh so fierce water ghoul that once stood trembling but claws readied in middle of the summoning circle.

He struggles to see the confident but subdued personality he's come to grow used to as Rain got more comfortable being in this strange moral realm. Still, Aether manages a smile. "I'll leave you to rest then, but I'll be nearby. Call me, or press that button if you need anything, alright?" Rain looks thoughtful before nodding, honestly just thankful to have a moment to himself to try and process everything he's just been told.

As Aether goes to move away he hesitates before pushing a stray hair from Rain's bangs out of his face, kissing him lightly on the temple before stepping away with a longing and sorrowful expression. He exits the room, closing the door and pausing there before his breathing hitches and the first wave of tears roll down his cheeks.

The quintessence ghoul wipes them away with his arm angrily, upset at himself for mourning someone who can still be saved. Rain's not... Gone.. He's just... ... Aether's breathing stutters and he lets his weight rest against the door, slowly sliding to the floor with silent sobs. His water ghoul is still there, he just has to help him remember... But it's so.. painful watching someone revert to a husk of their former self.

Omega, one of the older quintessence ghouls in the ministry, was doing his rounds in the infirmary. He had heard about the situation with Rain and his injuries but hadn't learned the full extent. He went to check up on the newest water ghoul, eyes widening in alarm upon finding the crying quint. He rushes over, dropping to his knees next to Aether, quickly wrapping the smaller ghoul in a hug.

The position was awkward and definitely not super comfortable, but it was comforting and that's enough. Aether's silent cries became ugly sobs, crying into his mentor's chest while Omega tried to calm him down, running his fingers through his hair and lacing his touch with quintessence.

The ex-guitarist's mind raced with probabilities and statistics. The damage couldn't have been so severe as to kill Rain, could it? But the normally put-together quint in his arms suggested otherwise. "What's going on, nova?" He asked softly, knowing he needed the space to vent. Aether finally seemed to catch his breath, sniffling and using the heel of his palm to wipe the tears from his eyes.

New ones grew back in the old one's place, but he didn't seem to care. "Not... Not here." He whispered, voice breaking with the flood of emotions. Omega just nodded gently, helping the other to his feet. The rhythm ghouls make their way to the small office tucked away in the corner of the infirmary wing.

Aether lets himself fall into the chair, fighting back the tears again so he can explain to Omega what's going on. He takes a deep breath and steels himself, preparing to elaborate. "As you may know, better than anyone, some people in the clergy weren't so happy with Copia becoming Papa..." Omega winces, lips twitching into a frown as he remembers the gruesome dethroning of his Papa.

Aether brushes his tail against Omega's leg apologetically, a silent understanding lingering between them for a few moments. "There was a ... A trap. Set up for Copia. But Rain..." Aether closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against the chair, hands gripping the arm rests as he tries to think of his next words. "Rain took the hit instead." He lets out a breath, a small whine slipping out alongside it. "No one knows if it was on purpose or not. He's, thankfully, going to be okay but.. his memory is all messed up and now there's a whole investigation going on, trying to figure out who's trying to hurt Papa and-"

Omega cuts him off with a hug, one that Aether easily leans into. His shoulders shake with the weight of his cries as he lets Omega comfort him again in such a short amount of time. "I'm sorry-" The older quint cuts him off quickly.

"Don't be. You have nothing to apologize for. Grieving for what you've lost does not make you weak, as long as you remember to cherish what you currently have. Dead flowers cause the moon to weep, but it's the new rain mixed with the compost that allows the new flora to flourish, in turn feeding the fauna. Everything will work out just fine, starlight."

Aether can't fight a smile from forming on his face, a wet laugh leaving him. "Where did all that just come from?" Omega stammers for a moment, flustered a bit but laughin along with him. "I thought it was a good metaphor! I thought I did great!" He says defensively, but his tone is so light and the large smile tells Aether he wasn't actually offended.

"It was. You did great, Megs." Aether says genuinely, vulnerability slipping into his tone as the laughter subsides. Aether gently holds Omega's face in his hands, gently pulling him closer for a quick kiss. "Thank you... I needed to hear that I think." Omega flushes, always shy under affection. "Uh.. yeah... No problem..."

The shy behaviour from his mentor is enough to lift the rhythm guitarist's spirits again. "I could use a second opinion, if you have a moment? I'm suspecting some retrograde amnesia, but I haven't tested if he remembers our conversation from earlier. He had difficulties remembering things about himself and me. He even said his favourite song was Con Clavi Con Dio! Can you believe it?" He said with a slight edge of hysteria in his voice.

Omega can't help the small chuckle at Aether's exasperation at the favourite song choice, but is mentally revising all the medical knowledge he has aqquired. While the exasperation is mostly for show, it was worrying to hear since anyone who had been around the bassist long enough knew that his favourite song was by far Prime Mover.

On one of his very few interactions alone with the quiet ghoul, he had been witness to a long winded explanation on why the bass line in particular was one of his favourites to play and how the drum track lined up in such a way that it was fun to perform as well. It's one of his favourite memories he has of the water ghoul, having thoroughly enjoyed that conversation.

"Well, let me see the patient." Omega says in his best professional voice, cracking a smile when Aether laughs at him. The closer they get to Rain's room, the more Aether's tail lowers with anxiety. Omega intertwines his tail with Aether's, pressing a kiss to his cheek in what he hopes is a reassuring gesture. When they're outside the door, they can hear voices from inside. Aether's eyebrows furrow as he opens the door, eyes wide in surprise as he sees Mountain speaking to a clearly confused and distraught Rain.

"And you're so stupid for that. I mean, honestly! Taking a hit like that? You're lucky I wasn't there or that sibling of sin would've been dead five times over, and then some. Papa should have body guards anyways! Why did you take the hit? Or, did they sneak up on you? How! You're a ghoul! A damn smart one too! You're luck you're so pretty or else I'd ... I'm not sure, but stop worrying me so much I-" Aether clears his throat, hand resting on the taller ghoul's shoulder.

Mountain growls at Aether before it dies off in his throat as he sees the serious look on the normally joyful quint. The guitarist moves away from Mountain, heading over to the bed where Rain still sits, looking confused and slightly scared. "Hey, Rain. Remember me?" The bassist nods, a small but nervous smile on his face. "Y. Yeah... Uhm.. Whats going on?" He says sheepishly, eyeing the tall drummer with caution.

The Earth ghoul has the right to look offended, going to retort playfully as he normally would, but Omega shakes his head discouragingly at him, mouthing for him to keep quiet for now. Aether sits on the chair next to the bed, humming as he thinks of where to start. "Well.. this is Mountain, say hello Mountain." The drummer looks on in quiet confusion before saying a quiet greeting.

Aether smiles encouragingly at that, chuckling slightly at Rain's shy wave. "And my name is Omega." The older quint introduces, nodding in a respectful way as a greeting. Rain nods at that. "I know." Aether blinks in surprise. "You remember Omega?" Rain looks at Aether in confusion. "Of course! He taught Dew bass, remember? Then Dew taught me." He said confidently, as if Aether was the one misremembering things.

While it's true that Omega taught Dewdrop and then Dew taught Rain, it didn't make sense why he would remember Dew and Omega but not Mountain and Aether. Mountain's eyes widen as he realizes the situation. "He.. Can't remember everything?" Omega nods solemnly, moving to hold the Earth ghoul's hand comfortingly. "Not quite. But we're trying to fix it... Though that doesn't explain why he knows me but not you two."

Rain looks between the ghouls, staring at their joined hands. He feels a sting of emotion, something akin to anger or... Jealousy? He grips his head, hissing as his headache flares. Aether gently soothes him into laying down again, trying to ease the pain with traces of his element. "It's alright, like I said, don't push yourself too hard. We don't want you to permanently damage your brain."

The water ghoul's eyes widen. "I can do that?" He asks softly, voice laced with real fear. Aether curses under his breath, quickly shaking his head. "No! No, you can't. I just.. I was trying to get you to calm down." He says rushedly. Rain relaxes marginally at that, but still bites at his lip anxiously. "Now to figure out what's going on with your memory patterns.."

"I might have an idea." Mountain suggests. Aether looks at the drummer with a look of confusion. The quint has way more medical knowledge than the other, there's no way he could figure it out but Rather couldn't. "Well... Go on then." Omega encourages, intrigued.

"He doesn't remember me or Aether, but he remembers you and Dew, right?" The other ghouls nod in agreement, not sure where this is leading. "But he can form new memories and is just struggling with the past.." He continues. Aether's gets impatient, anxiety mounting. "Please just get to the point."

Mountain puts his hand up defensively, the other still laced with Omega's. "Okay, okay.." He takes a breath. "I could be wrong, but he might only remember the older era ghouls." Aether looks at him with a deadpan expression. Mountain is quick to elaborate. "He said he remembers Dew, but that doesn't mean he knows him after the element change... Do you see where I'm going with this?"

Omega's eyes widen as he processes the new information, running over the idea in his mind. "He knows Dew but only as a water ghoul, when me and him were in the band together. That's why he mentioned learning bass from him, because the water element is linked to the instrument!" Mountain nods in agreement. "We could call for Dew and test that theory-" "No."

Mountain looks over at Aether in confusion. "Wha-" "I said no." Aether's fist clenches as he takes a breath to calm down. "I love Dew, but we remember how he was to Rain after the change." Omega frowns, speaking up on his own thoughts. "Aren't they close now?" Rain looks on, lost as he tried to follow the conversation about him as if he's not right there. "Yes but.. what if Rain just remembers him when he was an asshole? I can't subject him to that right now! He's much too fragile in this state and-"

Rain clears his throat, the sound quieter than he wished for it to be, but he supposes it's fine since it made the quint pause. "I'm able to think for myself, you know. I don't know how you know me but if Dew is there, I'd like to talk to him. He was the best teacher I could ever ask for- ... No offence, Megalodon." He says sheepishly, using the old nickname for Omega in hopes it wouldn't upset the other rhythm guitarist.

Omega frowns slightly at the meek behaviour, not used to the shy Rain. He tries a placating smile, hoping to ease Rain's anxiety. "None taken." He says truthfully, not minding in the slightest.

The way Rain talks about Omega and Dew makes Aether believe his memories must be somewhere right before the element change, since Dew was still a water ghoul when teaching Rain bass. It was only after the change where Dew felt aggression towards the newer summon, redirecting the pain to anger.

Aether sighs, resting his head in his hands and closing his eyes to steady his thoughts. Would it be better to try and jog his memory or try and avoid it? The rhythm guitarist hasn't dealt with any amnesia or brain trauma patients, the territory unfamiliar and terrifying. Especially since it's someone so close to him.

However, Rain did have a point. Even if Aether wanted to keep Dew away, Rain is still in charge of his own life and his physical health doesn't seem to be at risk by allowing him to see the ex-bassist. With a reluctant frown, he texts Dew that Rain is awake and wants to see him. The quint makes sure to specifically warn Dew that the injured water ghoul may not have any recent memories of him, and may not even be aware of the element transition.

The read receipt pops up, showing that the fire ghoul is either reading the text or has already read it. The typing bubbles pop up for a few moments before disappearing and reappearing again. Aether's grip on the phone is tight and nervous, Omega coming over to gently run his fingers through the smaller quint's hair reassuringly.

Rain looks to Mountain with a pleading expression. "So.. I can see him?" The earth ghoul nods, moving over to the side of the bed and nudging Aether's foot with his to silently make him move so Mountain can have the chair next to the bed. "Yeah. We're just waiting on him to text back and let us know when he'll be here-" The door is slammed open and Dew pants lightly as if he just ran here. "... Well, I guess he's here now." Mountain says with amusement.

Aether looks at his phone, making sure he didn't miss a text. The typing bubbles never turned into words, making the quint look at Dew in confusion. The fire ghoul waves him off, pushing past him and Omega to get to the bed. He hops onto the end of the mattress, looking at the water ghoul with what seems to be a nonchalant expression, but Omega can see that he's heavily scanning the bassist for injuries and signs of distress

"So, you made it out alive, huh?" Dew says teasingly, trying to guage how Rain is doing based on the response. A flicker of recognition sparks in those cerulean eyes, a real and genuine smile on his face for the first time since Mountain has visited. "Of course I did. I can't die that easily. This is the skin of a killer, Bella!" He says with fake seriousness, a laugh bubbling from his throat before he can stop it.

Mountain's tail wags a little at hearing the cute little squeaks in his packmate's laugh, happy to hear he's feeling better. Even if Rain has no memory of Mountain, the Earth ghoul would rather have the bassist happy and content over anything else in the whole world. Nothing is more important to Mountain than his pack's wellbeing.

Omega looks between Dew and Rain with a confused expression, blinking incredulously. "You.. remember watching Twilight, but not Aether." Rain goes to retort but pauses, brows furrowing in confusion and concentration. "I .. I don't know? It just felt natural.." He mumbles, his joyful demeanor diminishing almost instantly.

Mountain frowns, trying to think of a way to cheer him up again. Dew beats him to it. "Maybe your half of a brain will start working once you get some food in you. Have you eaten yet? I mean, I know I call you fish stick for a reason but you seriously need some meat on your bones or something." Rain huffs and clicks at him with indignation. "Coming from you? That's rich! ... But uhm. Yeah, I'm starving." He says shyly at the end.

Omega grabs Aether's hand and guides him to the door. "I'll get some food started for you guys then, okay? Rain, you should be all clear to go. Just make sure you're with someone so if something happens you have help.. Come on, supernova." He says gently, guiding the emotionally drained quint out of the room with him. Rain makes a displeased cringing face at Omega's words, hissing out what seems to be a mocking impression under his breath. He's clearly displeased about how fragile everyone is treating him.

Dew chuckles and stretches dramatically, resting on top of the water ghoul. "Relax. They just care about you, that's all. They're stupid idiots who don't understand your strength, sure, but they're also incredibly worried about you... Or somethin, I dunno." He says genuinely for a moment before throwing back on his causal persona. Mountain rolls his eyes, watching as the fire ghoul slowly applies more pressure by laying on top of the now squirming water ghoul who pushes weakly at him with laughter.

The drummer scruffs the back of Dew's shirt, hauling him off the giggling bassist. "Thanks, M!" He chirps out happily, tail wagging as he taunts the restrained guitarist. "Watch yourself, Rain. I'm planning my revenge." Dewdrop growls out, but his tail wags playfully just as much. He squirms more until Mountain puts him down. "Behave." The taller ghoul says with a teasing tone.

Mountain's eyes dart over to Rain as the bassist tries to move off the bed. He gently moves Dew out of the way, helping the injured ghoul to his feet and carefully removing the IV for him. He double checks that Rain is alright and can stand on his own, before taking a step back. .. he then steps forward again and triple checks, his worry for his packmate overtaking his logic. "Dude, he's fine. See?" The fire ghoul throws a pillow at Rain, watching as the bassist blinks in shock for a moment before trying to lunge at the other.

The Earth ghoul sighs, but it's just for show. He smiles as he quietly asks Rain if he can carry him, the water ghoul looking at him hesitantly before nodding and wrapping his arms around the drummer's neck as he's picked up. Dew takes the time to be a little nuisance, poking at Rain until Mountain glares at him with enough of a threat to make him back off with a self satisfied smirk.

"Don't worry, dragonfly. No one will hurt you when I'm here."

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iamthecomet · 10 months ago

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hi, do you still take requests? I would love to see some broken limbs related comfort (does that count as a sick fic?). like mountain helping rain walk cus he lost his crutch or cirrus helping cumulus wash her hair since it's hard to do with a cast on her arm. (implying there's a reason they can't insta heal)

I do still take requests! It just sometimes takes me a really long time to get to them. But this one got my brain whirling. I haven't written much (any?) of it in the Ghost fandom but I am a big fan of whump (the injury version of a sick fic). So thank you for giving me an opportunity to inflict some pain (and comfort) on our favorites. Almost 1.2k of Aeon & Swiss hurt/comfort under the cut (no broken bones, because this is what came to me instead).

Aeon loves quintessence. He loves the electric shock of it. The tingling warmth. The way he can ease pain, and loosen muscles with a little press of his fingers. How he chases away Dew's headaches, and Cumulus' lower back pain. How he can loosen up Rain's hips, and Mountain's shoulders with barely a flex of his muscles. The only thing he hates about it, is the limitations. The fact that he can't do it to himself. Can't turn his power around and soothe his own aches. Most of the time, it isn't a problem. He's flexible, loose, spry. His vessel isn't prone to tense muscles or joint pain--maybe a product of his quintessence nature. He doesn't know. What he does know, is he's in agony. Something happened during Square Hammer. He got a little to overzealous with his movements and slipped on errant confetti. Hand coming up to grip the closest thing to him--the edge of Mountain's drum platform. His grip kept him upright, but wrenched on his shoulder as he regained his balence. Forcing an uncomfortable pop in his shoulder that he felt radiate through his entire body. A sickening thud, followed closely by immediate alarm bells in his head. That's not right. Something is wrong. It didn't hurt--not right away. Too caught up in the sudden wrongness of it. Adrenaline, already pumping through him from the show, dumping into his blood at an alarming rate. He thought he was fine. The pain started just before the end of the song. A dull ache radiating across his shoulder. Slowly gaining heat and intensity. Now, he's standing next to Swiss, about to bow, feeling like if he doesn't get off of this stage right now he's going to collapse in front of twenty thousand people. His stomach twists. The pain is bright and not now. Molten. Deep in his shoulder. Moving it, even just a little, raises a strange sense of dread through his body. Like something at the base of his brainstem knows he shouldn't do that. That catastrophe will happen if he does. Fight or flight directed toward his own body--his own pain. He wishes he could run from it. That he could just take off--run fast enough to leave this pain on the stage. Spread out and abandoned. Instead it's all he can do to bow without bursting into tears. When Swiss claps his hand over Aeon's shoulder, he winces. Pain drags up his neck, into his skull. Swiss notices, of course he does. Gaze lingering on Aeon for a second too long. Aeon flushes under his mask--embarassed even though he doesn't know why. He can't see Swiss' eyes but he can picture the way they're narrowing behind those dark lenses. Aeon looks away first, he shrugs it off. He makes it off stage, into the dressing room, and halfway out of his uniform before the trouble really starts. Everything is fine until he goes to pull his compression shirt off. The vest went fine, and the button up shirt beneath. He'd shrugged them off, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. But now--this--fuck. He should have just worn the sleeves tonight. He curses himself, looks at the compression sleeves sitting neglected in his trunk. He thought about it--but after a few shows of constantly having to adjust them back up on his arms he'd opted for the full shirt to save him some aggravation. He swears, under his breath. Glamor rapidly failing him as he feels fangs prick against his lip, and the bite of claws into his palms. He tries to get it under control, grasping at straws for any hint of control, of magic, of relief. "You ok, Bug?" Swiss is gentle this time when he touches Aeon. Avoiding the shoulder all together and opting for a heavy warm palm on his waist. Aeon feels panic crawl up his throat, hot and insistent. Filling him with the need to go. To run. To scream. Instead, he whines. Pain breaking out through his clenched teeth. Swiss stiffens, the usually casual air of his evaporating, replaced with worry. "Aeon." "I did something--my shoulder," Aeon's cheeks get hot, eyes watering. "It's not getting better. And I can't get my fucking shirt off."

"Let me help." Swiss is gentle when he slips his fingers beneath the compression fabric. Aeon allows himself to be undressed--not much else he can do. He can barely lift his arm, but Swiss manages, gentling the fabric of hot swollen flesh and dropping it onto the ground with everything else. "Hurts," Aeon says as Swiss looks at his shoulder--investigating without being asked. Aeon wishes Aether were here, he'd at least talk to him while he did this. He'd make Aeon feel better. Swiss just looks, shifts Aeon's arm this way and that like he knows what he's looking for. "I'm sure it does," Swiss mumbles. Then Aeon feels it--a tiny spark. Quintessence. Just a little. Tenative. Like Swiss isn't used to using it like this. "I'm not Aether, obviously. But I think it's a sprain. You'll be alright." Aeon feels those words somewhere at his core. Solid. True. Maybe it's Swiss' quintessence. The power of suggestion. But he believes him. Even as the pain rages, barely touched by what little quintessence Swiss has given him. He wants to beg for more, he almost does--but Swiss is still talking. "....get you dressed and back to the hotel. I'll take care of you." "You?" Aeon looks up at him. Swiss laughs, lopsided grin finally slotting back into place. "Yeah, me. Why you hoping for someone else to play nurse?" "No! No, I just mean--you're not--I figured you had better things to do. Weren't you and Dew going to go to that bar or something? I'll be ok--" "I know you'll be ok. But I want to help. So let me." Aeon wants to protest. He knows he's a part of this pack as much as anyone else--has never been lead to believe he isn't. But he's still new, still worries that he's one misstep away from being rejected. But Swiss has never given him a reason to think that, and he looks so earnest when he asks. Wearing his glamor. Looking so startlingly human with warm brown eyes and that crooked smile that always makes Aeon's stomach flip. Swiss grabs Aeon's t-shirt and holds it out to him--ready to help, and Aeon sags in resignation. He can do it alone--he can take care of himself and battle through this pain without any help. But why would he want to. "Will you even wash my hair for me?" Aeon asks, half a joke, grinning just for the opportunity to see Swiss grin back. "Maybe," Swiss laughs, helping Aeon into his t-shirt. "But, I might just dose you with enough quintessence to knock you out so I can go party with Dew." "You won't," Aeon says, sure. Feeling lighter despite the pain radiating down his arm and into his fingers. Swiss pulls him close, guides him out of the dressing room with a steady hand on the small of his back. "No," he concedes. "I won't."

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ofthemorningstars · 2 months ago

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Cruel-Hearted Beasts

TerzOmega ~ Family Fic ~ Hurt/Comfort ~ Resurrection AU

3.8k words AO3 Version

" 'Now listen here, donna malvagia, I will not stand for my girls being treated like criminals, like second-class citizens! They have just as much of a right to stand up for themselves as anyone else!' Terzo roared.

'If you didn’t want your children to be treated like second-class citizens, perhaps you shouldn’t have laid down with a ghoul,' Ms. Voss sneered. "

Terzo and Omega's daughters (8 and 5) learn an unfortunate lesson about discrimination against ghouls within the ministry. CW: discrimination, vague depiction of light violence ---

Starlight stood over the rat-faced boy in the dirt, fist clenched and chest heaving. Her eyes were wide, full of anger and adrenaline and disbelief.

She didn't know what happened. When she had heard her baby sister scream, had felt her calling out for help with her quintessence, she began blindly sprinting for the source of her plea. As she approached the scene and saw Astrid on the ground shielding her face against the older boy’s foot, ready to kick the helpless five year old, she lost it. She tackled him, sitting on his stomach and punching him repeatedly in the face, seeing red.

The assault only ended when a Sister pulled her off of him, setting her down on her feet in front of Astrid. A young teenager stepped in to play referee, keeping the two offending parties apart until the Sister returned from wherever she had run off to. Starlight took Astrid by the hand and pulled her to her feet, dusting her off and examining her. Luckily she didn’t appear to be hurt physically, but her face was stained with tears and snot. Starlight wiped her little sister’s nose with her sleeve. “What did that boy do to you?” Starlight growled through gritted teeth, baring her fangs. Astrid only looked away, eyes fixed on her shoes as they filled with fresh tears. Starlight hugged her tightly, letting her sister cry into her shirt. When the Sister returned, it was with the director of their little makeshift school in tow, who glowered at them as she approached. As she helped the boy to his feet with what Starlight considered to be a little too much kindness, the girl growled again, a low rumble in her chest. The director shot her a look out of the corner of her eye, scrunching her nose up in what she could’ve sworn was disgust. “In my office, now! Both of you!” Her voice was just barely below a shout. Astrid whimpered, clinging to her sister. Starlight puffed out her chest in defiant outrage.

“What?! But Astrid didn’t do anything, Ms. Voss! Avery was the one who–” “Enough! Save it, I don’t want to hear another word.” Ms. Voss marched them inside from the courtyard, down the ministry’s long hallways and into a cramped, dimly lit office. She motioned for them to sit down when Starlight stood there rubbing her arm uncomfortably.

“Hitting another of the ministry’s children is absolutely unacceptable! We’ll call your parents and see what they have to say about all of this.” She spat the word “parents” in a way that made Starlight’s anger bubble up again, wondering why she said it like that. “I’m sure they won’t be pleased to hear about their daughter bloodying another child.” Starlight stiffened; she didn’t remember seeing any blood. She couldn’t tell if the woman was bluffing.

They sat in uncomfortable silence, the girls holding hands, Starlight occasionally giving her sister a reassuring squeeze. She tried silently reaching out to Astrid with her quintessence, but to her dismay found herself being blocked out. The older girl’s heart began pounding in her chest as she heard footsteps racing down the hallway and the murmuring of voices, voices that she’d recognize anywhere. Their Papa burst through the door first, eyes wild and searching. When they landed on his daughters, he swiftly crossed the room to them, kneeling on the cold marble floor and placing a hand on each of their faces. “Oh, le mie dolci ragazze, are you alright? What happened, tell me what–” Terzo started before being rudely cut off by the sound of Ms. Voss aggressively clearing her throat. Starlight’s gaze flicked up to her as she rose to her feet, leaning forward on her desk with a grave look on her face. “Your daughters–,” there was that tone again, “--have disrupted class yet again, this time beating up a fellow child! Their behavior is disgraceful, especially in a place of unholy worship! We have rules, standards that must be followed!” She was beginning to look maroon, strands of her normally neat hair falling in her face. It was Omega’s turn to clear his throat. Starlight hadn’t even seen him come in. He looked uncharacteristically angry, his normally placid features masking barely concealed fury. “ Our daughters would never strike someone unless they were defending themselves,” Omega hissed through clenched teeth. His jaw was tight, his fists balled at his sides. Foolishly, Ms. Voss didn’t back down at this; if she was intimidated at all, she didn’t show it. “I’m afraid if they cannot behave in a civilized manner, they will no longer be allowed to mingle with the other children. We cannot have their influence rubbing off on the rest of them. We have allowed them to poison the flock long enough!” The vein in her forehead was popping out. Terzo shot to his feet, outraged.

“Now listen here, donna malvagia, I will not stand for my girls being treated like criminals, like second-class citizens! They have just as much of a right to stand up for themselves as anyone else!” Terzo roared.

“If you didn’t want your children to be treated like second-class citizens, perhaps you shouldn’t have laid down with a ghoul,” Ms. Voss sneered.

Starlight’s dusky grey skin flushed dark purple, and Astrid began to sob, cowering against her sister. Omega had to drag all of them out of the room before things could escalate further, Terzo screaming and spitting all the way down the hall.

When they got back to their quarters, Terzo slammed the door behind him, leaning on it heavily and looking like he was trying not to let angry tears escape. Omega scooped up a still-crying Astrid, rubbing her back and shushing her as she buried her face in his shirt. Starlight took one of Terzo’s shaking hands in hers, looking up at him with eyes full of shame and sadness. Terzo did shed a tear then, lifting her hand to his mouth and kissing the back of it. “La mia coraggiosa bambina. Please. What happened today? Do not listen to a word that vile woman said.” When Starlight hesitated, Terzo led them all to the kitchen table. Astrid sat in Omega’s lap, holding onto him for dear life and hiding her face. Terzo gave his oldest daughter a patient touch on the arm, and she swallowed hard. “I don't… know, Papa. Astrid called out for me, and then I was hitting him, I–” Starlight choked up, losing her battle against her tears. “She was on the ground, I saw Avery ab-about to kick her in the face and I just went crazy…” She bit her lip against a sob. “I didn’t know what to do. She’s my baby sister…” she trailed off in a whisper. Omega growled low beside her, losing the battle against his rage. Terzo stared at her slack-jawed. “Kick her… in the face…” Terzo repeated, as though unable to believe what he was hearing. His eyes shot to his youngest daughter, his features etched with sorrow. He got up to kneel beside Omega, brushing the hair out of Astrid’s face when she turned to look at him. She leaned into his touch, her mismatched eyes red and puffy. “What did he do to you, il mio piccolo amore?” “He pushed me d-down, Papa. He called me a-a ‘filthy ghoul’. He s-said that you were a disgrace to the name Emeritus for… for…” Astrid broke down into a fresh round of tears. Omega shushed her, running a hand through her hair. Starlight was stunned, unable to comprehend why someone would say something like that, especially to such a young child. As Terzo returned to his seat, Starlight could tell that their Papa had more questions, but was unwilling to push the already distraught girl any further.

“Papa. Daddy. Why would someone say that to her? What’s wrong with being a ghoul?” Starlight asked, pain evident in her voice. She saw her parents exchange a long, agonized look as they sat in uncomfortable silence. Omega was the first to speak up, pulling Astrid closer to his chest.

“My sweet girls… We were hoping that this conversation could wait until you were a little older.” Omega pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t really know how to say this...”

“Within the ministry, ghouls have been looked down on and treated as servants for centuries. For as long as the ministry has been around, really. Things didn’t change until a few years before you were born, after your Papa d–” Omega cut himself off, quickly looking for a way to rephrase whatever it was that he had been about to say. “After your Papa was taken out of power. But then Uncle Copia became the one in charge and brought him back. When Papa agreed to work for the ministry again, his only condition was that the ghouls were freed from their servitude and were to be treated as equals.” She saw her Papa nod out of the corner of her eye

“But a lot of the people who have been in the clergy for a long time got used to them being regarded poorly.” Terzo took over. “They don’t respect ghouls, they still expect them to be subservient.” He was beginning to get worked up. “They are ignorant, they have hatred in their hearts. It is why Daddy and I waited so long to have you. We had to keep our relationship a secret.”

“I don’t understand why they don’t like us, Papa!” Starlight’s voice broke, her vision becoming blurry with tears. “We’re people too!” She heard her Daddy sniffle, turning around to see him wiping at his eyes. She had rarely seen him cry before, and it left her shaken. “I don’t understand it either, la mia bellissima principessa,” Terzo said softly as he smoothed Starlight’s hair. “There are many wicked, cruel-hearted beasts that live within the ministry’s halls, and none of them are ghouls.”

“You are not, and will never be, lesser than any human. You are incredibly special, and so very loved. We will never stop fighting for you. For all of us.” There was an air of finality in Omega’s voice that stressed the sincerity of his words. He meant it. “I do not think that we should send you back there. Clearly, it is not a safe or nurturing environment. Daddy is home nearly every day, he will do an excellent job of educating you.” Terzo didn’t sound like he was giving them a choice. “But Papa, we have friends there! Not everyone is like that, some of the kids are really nice!” Starlight pleaded, but Terzo’s face was set. “Papa…” Astrid’s voice was timid at first as she looked up from Omega’s chest. “I don’t want to leave my friends,” she sniffled. “It’s not fair, I d-don’t understand what I did wrong!” She began to hyperventilate, little claws digging into the fabric of Omega’s shirt, threatening to tear it. “I'm s-sorry, Papa! Please don’t make me leave!” she gasped between breaths. Terzo’s expression softened. Omega looked broken, rocking Astrid cradled in his arms as though she were a baby again.

“I–” Terzo hesitated, interrupted by Astrid’s heart-wrenching cries. He appeared to think for a long minute, clumsily running his hands through his own hair. “Look. I will call Uncle Copia in the morning and tell him about everything that has happened. I do not want to take you away from your friends,” he assured them both gently. “You cannot go back with things being the way that they are now. But maybe he can pull some strings and… help fix this. Tomorrow you will stay home so that we can get things sorted out. Ok?” Starlight nodded. It took Astrid a little while to calm down again, but once her breathing returned to normal, she nodded as well. They sat with their parents at the table for a while, being comforted until they were settled enough to go on with their night as a family. When they were able to handle parting, Omega cooked everyone dinner while the girls sat curled up with their Papa on the sofa, going through family photo albums and baby books. Their parents had worked hard to meticulously document their lives together since being able to live in the open as a couple. They wanted to hold onto all of their cherished memories, preserving them for both themselves and their children. Maybe for their grandchildren as well, someday, if they were lucky. “Papa,” Astrid asked, sounding more like herself than she had all day. “Are there any pictures of when you and Daddy got married?” Terzo made a face like he’d just sucked on a lemon. “Ah… Unfortunately not. We got married a very long time ago, alone and in secret.” He didn’t need to say why their wedding happened under such circumstances. It lingered heavily in the air, darkening the atmosphere again. “When did you get married?” Starlight asked, trying to lift the mood. Terzo chuckled brightly. “Over thirty years ago now.” His expression was wistful. “Wow, that’s a long time!” Astrid said in awe. “You’re old, Papa.” Terzo winced. “I know, my darling. I know.”

When Omega called them for dinner, Starlight and Astrid raced each other to the kitchen, quickly cleaning their plates and asking for seconds. Starlight hadn’t realized how hungry she had been; they had been pulled out of class before their afternoon snack, but the horrors of the day had numbed them both to the passage of time.

Omega decided that they would be turning in early that night when an exhausted Astrid nearly fell asleep in her ice cream. They quickly took baths and got ready for bed. Astrid was out the second her head hit the pillow. Starlight was wide awake, but skipped her nightly bedtime story. She wasn’t feeling up to it. She was still deeply affected by the things she had heard. By the agony she had felt radiating off of her baby sister, and later, her Daddy. Omega didn’t need his quintessence to pick up on her distress, but he could use it to ease it away. He sat down on the edge of her bed and took her hand in his, squeezing. Leaning down, he pressed their foreheads together, an unnecessary but comforting step for them when they connected. Her mind was flooded with tranquil waves of warmth and peace, their bond overflowing with unconditional love. Soon her eyelids began to feel heavy. The last thing she remembered before the world went dark was the feeling of her Daddy kissing her cheek.

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Terzo was perched on the edge of their bed, anxiously biting his nails nearly down to the beds while he waited for Omega to return from getting Starlight to sleep. He hadn’t intended to leave before both of his girls were asleep, but he knew the energy he was giving off wasn’t conducive to helping sensitive little quintessence ghouls rest. He felt sick to his stomach with worry. He hurt for his children, for his husband. None of them deserved any of this. Guilt consumed him, his inability to protect his family making him feel like a failure. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him jump. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed Omega approaching. He peered up at his husband, trying to give him his most convincing smile. Omega wasn’t buying it. “Tesoro mio, I can feel you down the hallway. I don’t know why you bother trying to hide from me, after all these years.” Omega pressed a kiss to the top of Terzo’s head before sitting down beside him. Terzo leaned on him heavily, trying not to break under the weight of everything that had transpired within the last few hours. “What are we going to do?” Terzo whispered, closing his eyes against tears. Omega thought for a moment. “It’s only eight-thirty, we can still call Copia. I’m not sure what he can do about it this late, but I know you well enough to know that this will eat at you until you do something about it.” It only took Terzo a few moments to agree, quickly pulling out his phone and dialing his brother.

To say that Copia was outraged would, blessedly, be an understatement. When he’d gotten the whole retelling out, Terzo had to hold the phone away from his ear to preserve his hearing against the volume of his brother’s tirade. It felt validating to have someone else feel a fraction of the anger that he felt over the situation, even if it didn’t make it better.

They were stuck on where to go from here, the situation complicated by alliances and bullshit ministry politics. When Terzo bitterly suggested sending her to the pit, Copia calmed, beginning to back-peddle the conversation. Killing her was not an option, Copia insisted, making Terzo roll his eyes. In his anger for his daughters, he was tempted to call Copia a coward, but he knew that was unfair. He knew from firsthand experience how hard it was to balance the demands of so many forces pulling you in warring directions. “What if I fire her, so to speak? Have her moved somewhere like kitchen duty, eh?” Copia sounded pleased with himself. Terzo clenched his jaw.

“That could be even worse, you idiot! What if she started messing with the food?! She could poison the girls!” Terzo was getting worked up again. He was fighting hard to keep his voice down.

“Ok ok, maybe not the kitchens, but you get my point!” Copia conceded. “No.” He wasn’t budging on this. “No, fratello, after all the shit that we have been through, that you have put us through, you owe me. Excommunicate her at the very least.” “Terzo, you know that wasn’t my fault! Do you know how much shit I’ll get for–” “ I don’t care,” Terzo hissed. “The girls will be going back to class next week, and there will be a different administration in place, or so help me I will make you regret the day you were born.” His tone was final. There was a long pause, followed by a weary sigh. “Ok. Fine. I’ll see what I can do.” With that, Terzo hung up the phone, too frazzled and pissed off to bother with a goodbye. He flopped back on the bed and was quickly joined by Omega, who was equally as done with this wretched day. They lay there for what felt like an hour, but in reality was probably closer to ten minutes. Terzo was beginning to drift off when he felt a tendril of his husband’s quintessence reach out to softly brush against his mind, asking to be let in. Terzo could feel the lingering hurt and insecurity in the request and eagerly accepted, flinging the doors to his emotional world wide open. Before either of them knew what was happening, they were both overcome with the torment that Omega had been barely suppressing all day. Terzo felt Omega’s overwhelming, aching guilt at having passed the curse of his ghoulish nature on to his daughters. His sense of failure for not having been able to protect them, to not have gotten them out of such a hostile environment, to not have set them up for a brighter future somehow. He shared that he sometimes wondered if Terzo would have been better off if they had never met. A ragged gasp tore through Terzo, feeling like a hole was being ripped in his heart by the depths of Omega’s suffering.

Terzo drew Omega’s trembling form into his arms, doing his best to console the ghoul who made up the other half of his soul. He told him how much he loved him, how much their girls loved him, how proud he was of him. He reminded him of how highly he regarded ghouls, of how much respect and dignity he knew them to be owed. Terzo assured him that he wouldn’t change a single thing about him or their beautiful children, that he wouldn’t even think about it for a second. Their circumstances had always been so unfair… He tried to stay strong for Omega, but soon they were crying in each other’s arms, clinging tightly. Unsure of what else to do to ease his partner’s suffering, Terzo concentrated on focusing and amplifying the love he had for his husband and for their family, making sure it infiltrated every cell of Omega’s body. Gradually Omega’s breath steadied, evened out, and soon they were still. Terzo looked at him, relieved to see something resembling peace on his face.

“Omega?” Terzo called feebly, worn out from the effort. Omega opened his eyes and hummed in response. Terzo cupped Omega’s face in his hands, stealing a tender kiss. “Nothing that happened today is your fault, mio caro. Please. I need you to know this. You are the most wonderful father and husband we could have ever asked for. We love you. We need you...” Omega closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath before hesitantly nodding. Terzo kissed him again, and when they broke apart they kept their lips pressed together, basking in the presence and warmth of the other. They both needed to be close, were craving skin to skin contact. “C’mon, mio amato, let’s go take a shower. Let the heat melt some of the stress away,” Omega proposed. Terzo thought that sounded like a great idea, if only he could find the strength to stand. Omega got up first, carefully pulling Terzo to his feet and steadying him as he wobbled. Omega began to lead him towards the ensuite, but Terzo resisted. “Wait. Let me go check on the girls first, amore,” Terzo requested. Omega nodded, giving his hand a firm squeeze before he let go. Omega started the water while Terzo crept down the hall, careful not to wake their children. The creak of the door rang out in the quiet darkness, amplified by his own lingering anxiety. He cursed the squeaky hinges, wondering why they never got around to fixing them.

When Terzo peeked his head around the corner, he found Astrid’s bed empty. Looking around the room with momentary concern, he spied his youngest child in her older sister’s bed, their hands clasped on top of the covers. Astrid’s other hand clutched her baby blanket tightly to her chest, the one her Daddy knitted for her before she was born. Terzo’s heart warmed at the sight. He couldn’t help the smile that followed him all the way back to the shower. That night, as they did every other night, Terzo and Omega fell asleep safe and warm in each other's arms.

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hibernaldream · 23 days ago

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Enough // Copia x reader, sfw

Happy 2025 ♡ I'm back on Tumblr after what feels like an eternity. The last 3-4 months of 2024 have been difficult for me, both physically and mentally. Plus, working in retail (bookselling) meant I haven't had time to exist for myself over the holidays.

The first Ghost fic I offer to the fandom is a self-indulgent piece I wrote to cope with my condition. Gn!reader insert for the most part, but it's intended for (and dedicated to) anyone going through severe period pain, endometriosis, and/or adenomyosis.

1k words, hurt/comfort, established relationship, a splash of angst, SFW

Disclaimer: I haven't written anything in over 10 years and English is not my native language.

It has no real beginning, but it always ends the same – sharp knives burrowing under your skin, coiling through your insides like parasites.

Some days, they creep in quietly, like shadows slipping through a cracked door. You go about your day, pretending to be whole, until they force you to surrender. Other days, they come without warning, striking with a fury that chokes the fight out of you. Phantom hands clutch at your core, and you snap like a twig. The pain leaves you tethered to the bed, your legs betraying you as they buckle under the weight of something unseen.

You’re trapped in a body at war with itself, confined in a purgatory between the living and the dead. A demi-monde of sorts, where the ghosts of who you once were mingle with the echoes of who you can never be.

And then there’s the guilt.

It seeps into the cracks of your broken shell, silent and heavy. Guilt for the days you’ve lost, for the plans you’ve cancelled, the promises you couldn’t keep. Guilt for the way your suffering spills over, touching the people you love, making them worry for you.

And then, there’s him.

Copia stands in the doorway, a steaming mug of tea in his hands and a hot water bottle tucked under his arm. The tea trembles slightly in his hands – not enough to spill, but enough to reveal his unease. You both know you won’t be able to drink it, but brewing it has made him feel in control of something.

He doesn’t look at you right away. His eyes are fixed on the floor as he braces for what he’s about to see. He hates this part – the pallor of your skin, your body curled up against the vastness of the bed, the helplessness that clings to him like a second skin.

“Hey,” he says softly, taking a few steps inside the room. He puts the mug and the hot water bottle on the nightstand and slowly kneels beside you, careful with every motion. His hands twitch at the sides, desperate to pull you into his arms, to take the pain away from you.

But he knows better. Your body is fragile, unyielding to all but the gentlest touch, so he settles for what won’t make you wince. One hand interlaces with yours, the other combs through your hair in a slow, soothing motion.

“I’m here.”

It’s not the pain itself that shatters him, though seeing you like this is agony. Mostly, he loathes the futility of his efforts and words. He can’t fix this.

Your body barely reacts to his presence, save for the faintest twitch of your fingers against his. It’s enough for him.

“I have made you chamomile tea,” he states, glancing at the mug. “Thought, eh… maybe you wanted to try this time.”

You crack one eye open, the effort heavier than it should be, and a shadow of a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

“Thank you,” you whisper, squeezing his finger with all the strength you can muster.

“Right, okay.” He exhales a quiet breath and picks up the hot water bottle. You watch as he makes sure your shirt is not rolled up before carefully nestling it close to your belly. Satisfied, he tucks you back in with practised ease. Then, lifting your hand to his lips, he presses a kiss to your fingertips with the softness of clouds.

Dark shadows circle his eyes, and faint stubble dusts his jaw. His face bears the evidence of his devotion: meetings cancelled without hesitation, sleepless nights spent researching remedies, mornings waiting in doctor’s offices.

His love is a net woven around the frayed edges of your being, holding you together when you feel like splintering apart. Yet the weight of it presses against your guilt anyway, whispering that this kindness, this devotion, is more than you deserve.

You can’t fathom how he sees you when you barely recognise yourself anymore. Pain defines your existence; there isn’t a single task you can complete without pausing, lying down, and summoning the strength to try again. Your contribution to the relationship hinges on the rarity of your good days, fleeting as they are. His affection feels unearned. Who could love someone so broken?

“I’m making pizza for dinner, amore,” he says.

“Pizza? You’re lucky my uterus will kill me first,” you quip weakly.

He pretends not to hear, smoothing the edge of your blanket as if the small gesture might anchor you to the present. He knows you’ve spent too much time in your head again.

“Gluten free marinara,” he continues, almost matter-of-factly. “No dairy. No Coke.”

You attempt to laugh despite yourself, but all that comes out is a strained exhalation. “Even Jesus had a better last dinner.”

A soft snort escapes him, lightening the mood for a moment. “Eh, perhaps he had better food,” he replies, “but sure as shit he’d pay for my kind of kisses.”

You want to laugh again and tell him he’s an idiot, but another wave of pain pulls a grimace from you. Your eyes flutter closed as exhaustion drags at you.

“Thank you for making dinner,” you mumble, words slurred by fatigue.

“You don't have to thank me.”

He lingers for a moment, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest. The mug of tea remains untouched on the nightstand, and he knows it will stay that way, but he doesn’t mind.

“I’ll bring it in soon,” he says softly, half to himself, as he gets up.

“Don’t rush, I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s meant to comfort him, but the slight waver in your voice and the implication of your words betray your own fears.

He hesitates, glancing back at you from the doorway. His lips press together, a quiet war playing out in his head, but he doesn’t let it show on his face. Instead, he offers a small smile.

“No, you’re not.”

As he disappears into the hallway, silence engulfs the room, punctuated only by the steady ticking of the bedside clock. You stare at the mug of chamomile tea, now lukewarm, yet you can still feel its warmth from a distance.

The knives stir in your core but Copia’s touch is stronger. You close your eyes, letting exhaustion claim you. The guilt doesn’t vanish, and neither do the cramps, but beneath it all, he's there with you. For you, somehow. Fragile as you are, you cling to that small, essential truth: you are not alone.

And tonight, that is enough.

#ghost fandom #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #copia x reader #papa emeritus iv #copia #my fic #hurt/comfort

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serene-sun · 1 year ago

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𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Pairing: anyone x reader

Warnings: SH, blood, cuts, your being doctored

“Are you ok? You’ve been in there awhile,” his voice says from behind the bathroom door.

I wipe my face and quickly clear my throat of the tears and sorrow that filled it. “I’m fine, stomach just hurts.” I lie.

“You’ve been in there a long time though.” He draws out the ‘long’ part and it makes my heart ache.

How could I do something to such a caring person?

I sniffle as my voice breaks, “I’m fine.”

I continue dabbing at the deep cuts on my thigh with the wet cloth, I double-check to be sure the door is locked.

“What’s going on? Why are you on the floor?” He asks a little more concerned.

I stumbled to find the right words, I guess he can see my shadow, or maybe the edge of my socks is poking out from under the door. “Uh..”

It’s like every word I spit out makes more bright red blood surface my pale skin.

“Please open the door,” he demands as he raddles the door nob.

I panic and try to pull my pants back on with a hiss, I swallow the pain. After all, it’s what I wanted.

I open the door and hope the puffiness of my red cheeks and swollen lips from being picked won’t give off how horrible I’ve been doing.

He looks at me like his heart shattered as soon as the door so much as cracked

“Oh, what happened?” He asks as he places a hand on my shoulder, he wants to hug me, I can feel it.

“Nothing, what happened to you?” I try to play it off but his eyes dart down to my now bloody jeans.

Shit.

I want to cry, I want to drop to the floor and forget about this world. Maybe if I push him away he will get the idea but it’s too late as he pushed passed me to grab a towel.

His eyes see the smudged blood on the toilet seat and counter, his whole body stops as his shoulder relaxes after taking in the scene.

I start to cry.

“Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, please don’t be mad I never wanted you to see.” I blurt out a train of apologies as he looks back at me with low and sad eyes.

It sucks because of how beautiful he looks in the dim hallway light that fills the small bathroom. His eyes give off a warm feeling of protection. I started to cry harder, if he was mad he would start yelling already. Or maybe he's like the others and would get aroused at the pink strokes across my skin.

“Here, sit down and take your pants off.” He says as he grabs the alcohol from under the sink.

I don’t want to make him mad so I just do as he says and wait, he’s never been mad at me though. Not even when I mess up or talk too much, or even when I beat him in that band competition in middle school.

The way his whisky-colored eyes swell with tears makes my heart shatter, I know I hurt him and I know it’s my fault. It sends a wave of pain piercing down my body, but the feeling of a wet makeup pad dabbing the wound drowns it out as I’m brought back to reality

“I’m sorry,” I try to say, but it’s interrupted with another silent cry.

“No reason to be sorry, I understand that this is what helps you cope.” He says as he cleans the blood off of my leg.

I was shocked at his words, everyone else just looked at me disgusted or yelled questions at me. Why is he so forgiving?

“Promise me you will let me help you, and don’t make this a dangerous thing.” He adds as he grabs gauze.

I just nodded, I didn’t know what else to do. “Ok,”

“Alright,” he replies as my tears dry and makes my face raw.

“I’m sorry,” I conclude.

“No reason to be,” he flashes me an honest smile before carefully sliding my pants back on.

“I’m sorry.” I look him in the eyes this time as I’m overwhelmed with a sense of care.

“I know, I love you.” He hugs me

#the band ghost #ghost band #the band ghost x reader #serene sun writes #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic #the band ghost comfort fic

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ghulehunknown · 8 months ago

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Clergy Headcanons - Proposals!

Rated G - Purely fluff! Gender neutral reader

How I think the head members of the Clergy would propose to you 😌

(inspired by Älva’s Papa engagement ring post!)

Primo

Very romantic

He asked a parental figure/someone important in your life for your hand (well, at least told your loved one(s) beforehand to give a semblance of traditionality)

Plans a picnic with all your favorite foods, and he brought your favorite roses and other pretty flowers from his garden. He actually secretly grew a special engagement bouquet just for you!

He doesn’t get down on one knee because of his arthritis, but proposes while you’re both sitting down

The ring is very traditional and likely passed down for generations in his family. He’s been waiting a whole lifetime to give it to you 🥺

Secondo

Whatever he has planned, it’s completely with your personality in mind - whether you are more inclined for something quiet or a something with a little more opulence

But it’s probably something a little more lowkey, like after a lovely dinner that he cooks for you. He may not be one for grand gestures but he does know how to make you feel very special

He has a very romantic, although not super long, speech before he gets down on one knee and hands you the most wonderful ring you’ve ever seen

The ring is beautiful, but dark - much like him. It’s probably got some black star sapphires in it or something, and the band is made from tungsten or titanium because it’s durable and lasting like his love for you

Terzo

He…may or may not have proposed impulsively one evening after a date because he got excited…then remembered he’s Terzo and vows to do better with a surprise later. (Eloping isn’t out of the question for him)

He plans a grand day out doing all your favorite activities before coming back to the Ministry which is decorated to the max and all your loved ones are there in attendance

He gets down on one knee and gives an elaborate, moving speech and promises you the world

The ring is GORGEOUS and extravagant and must’ve cost a fortune. But your love is priceless, so a silly little price tag doesn’t stop him (don’t worry, he paid full price and didn’t use the Papa discount; he makes sure you know that)

He definitely planned a flashmob for you with Siblings and Ghouls dressed in tuxedos and wedding dresses, but waves them off after he sees how overcome with emotion you are

Can’t wait for you to see the second part…alone in his room, because you have to “christen the engagement”

Copia

Oh god he’s nervous AF, he’s sweating and stumbling. He doesn’t want to mess this up because he’s been planning it for a long time. He knew you were the one the day he met you

He takes you back to the spot you had your first date. You can tell something is up because he’s acting a little funny

He definitely messes up his little speech he has prepared but he says something like: “You will never walk alone”

He’s so, so sweet and everything is perfect no matter how nervous you both are 🥺

He gets down on one knee and everything and you feel like the most special person in the world, because to him you are

He gives you a traditional, but absolutely beautiful ring. It’s probably got diamonds or your birthstone in it. He’s not a fully traditional man, but for things as important as this he doesn’t want to miss a beat

He’s ready to start planning the wedding!

Nihil

“Here,” and hands you the ring

He probably proposes immediately after you have an argument in attempt to makeup and show you he still wants you

The ring is simple, but durable. It’s probably solid gold, because to him you’re golden

Afterwards he takes you out to your favorite restaurant then a drive in movie (it reminds him of the good ol’ days)

Sister Imperator (bonus round!)

Very methodical and planned to a T

Lots of beautiful decorations

The speech is simple and to the point, as she often is, so there’s really no way to get lost in flowery language. You know what she wants, and it’s you and her forever

“We would be good together, don’t you think?” she’d say with her all-knowing smirk

She hands you a sturdy stainless steel ring and got herself one to match

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autumnblooms · 1 year ago

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Back on my MountainDew bullshit curtesy of @kroas-adtam ‘s Death of Peace of Mind 👀

#fucking great angsty hurt/comfort fic #binged it in two days #and am reworking some of my design choices #their description of feral Mountain was *chefs kiss*#the band ghost #my art #current wip #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #ghost band #nameless ghouls #body horrow cw

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pandasleepy07 · 4 months ago

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Studying with Alpha

A little blurb to cheer you up @ourfatherwhoartinhell and a good luck to everyone out there dealing with the hell midterms inflict on us

WC: 687

You had been cooped up for hours studying or attempting to. Why was any of this relevant anyway? Most of it was available at your fingertips now anyway. Google held the answers to everything yet the torture of midterms insued. Hell would be more welcoming than this. Or maybe you just had an unhealthy obsession with ghouls. Either way, who is anyone to judge?

Alpha knocked on your door. Normally by this time in the day, you would have come downstairs and joined the ghouls in the common room for a drink and dinner. Yet you hadn’t. The food was almost done and Alpha had growled at everyone, making sure they left you a sizeable portion before platting it and making his way up to your room.

“Go away,” you groaned from your bed. You needed to get this right. You’d spent the last half an hour doing flashcards and getting answers wrong.

Instead of listening to your demands, Alpha opened the door and stepped in. “You’ve been cooped up in here all day,” his gruff voice fills the room. “You need a break, love.”

You look up, rubbing your face. “What I need is for this to stick.”

“Well why don’t you eat something first and I’ll see if I can help you?” he suggested. You go to open up your mouth to rebuttal but he shuts you down with a look and a few words. “The only words I better be hearing from your pretty little mouth are words of compliance.”

You grumble under your breath but agree silently, holding a hand out for the place. Alpha hands you the food and walks up beside you, gently nudging you off your bed, and motioning to go and sit on the window seat you have as he takes your place. As you do so you watch his big hands flip through your notes, his brow furrowing as he looks it over. You sit down and pick at your food, the anxiety for your midterm coming up gnawing at your stomach.

“Eat,” Alpha grumbles, not even glancing your way.

So you do. It takes slow nibbles and a few sips of tea between bites. You wrinkle your nose when you realize your tea is cold and less than a minute later Earth is slipping into your room with a fresh mug in his hand. It’s steaming and he quietly switches the mugs with a murmured, “This is the new brew. Tested it on Papa earlier when Chain got a little too… Chain and it calmed his nerves. It should do the same for you.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, offering him a small smile.

He nods and slips out of the room with a short nod at Alpha who regards the ghoul with a tilt of his head. You go back to eating, taking a slow sip of the tea. It warms your throat and makes it a little easier to eat but the nerves don’t go away instantly.

Once you finish your food, Alpha looks up from your notes and hums his approval before motioning you to come and sit on the bed. “How about we talk about these topics, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for you to agree before continuing. “You always did do better at remembering things when we talked about them.”

“But my flashcards-”

“Yes, yes, we’ll use them too. But I’m going to need you to explain some of this to me. I’m not a human-ghoul mix like you. I don’t know all of their rules and laws and how they work.”

You huff out a breath but allow him to ask you questions, answering as best as you could. This goes on for hours before the flashcards are dragged out, and Alpha fires question after question at you, barely leaving time for you to think. He flips through each one after you answer without telling you if you got it right or wrong, which is maddening but effective considering by the end of the large pile he’s looking down at you with a proud grin. “That’s a good girl. Got them all right.”

#ghost band #ghost ghouls #nameless ghouls #alpha x reader #alpha ghost #alpha ghoul #the band ghost fic #the band ghost #ghoul comfort fic

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leezlelatch · 1 year ago

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Comfort From The Eldest

This is something I've had in my drafts forever. It was written after I had a really harsh interaction with a coworker, and I hope that it provides the same level of comfort to you as it did for me when I was having difficulties. Female reader. Fluff, comfort, protective papas.

Primo

You almost feel ridiculous for being upset. It’s not like you did anything. It was the other party. But you feel awful. Every part of that conversation is ringing in your head and won’t let go. Someone took their anger out on you because they were hurting, you realize that. You know they didn’t actually mean it, but you can’t help the hurt that’s sitting in your gut like a rock.

You sigh as you sink into Primo’s preferred chair in his little observatory. His telescope sits mounted beside it, eye toward the heavens. Maybe you should take a peak. Look at something beyond you, bigger than you, to make your problems seem smaller than they are.

“Petal?” Primo’s deep voice echoes through the space, startling you.

You look up to see him standing inside the doorway. He holds a book to his side, his other hand carrying a cup of tea which steams into the air. His reading glasses sit perched on his hooked nose. He isn’t wearing his paints, his wrinkled and hawk-like features on display for your weary eyes. Primo’s beauty is a balm.

“I am surprised to see you here, sweet petal, but nonetheless delighted,” he continues, sweeping into the room to set his cup down on a pretty flower doily on the surface of his desk. “It does an old man’s heart good to see his preziosa.”

“I like it here…this is your space,” you say softly.

“You know you are welcome at all-,” he pauses as he turns away from his desk, his eyes sweeping over your form.

“What happened?” His tone has changed immediately. It’s sharp, coiled, ready to strike.

“What do you mean?” You try to laugh it off, your lips curling into a smile, but to your own ears it sounds hollow.

Primo moves toward you in a way that sends a shiver straight down your spine. It’s quick, straight, so unlike his usual unhurried gait brought on by age. He kneels beside the chair with no more than a small huff and takes your hands, his eyes searching yours. The white of his left eye looks narrowed, as if it sees more than you can comprehend.

“You look so sad, amore mio. Your Papa may be old, my darling, but he is not blind. I know every tick of that beautiful face.”

Your eyes burn and you try to look away, but long fingers capture your chin, keeping your gaze. Primo’s expression melts into a soft smile, his fingers sliding up to trace the curve of your cheek. You immediately crumble and tell him everything, the former Papa wildly attentive. He squeezes your hand when you begin to choke up, he nods along with your words, and he never interrupts you.

Primo pats your legs when you finish, “Up, petal,” he says, waiting for you to move so he can sink down into his chair with a soft groan. He holds out his arms and you gently fall into his lap. He nuzzles into the side of your head for a moment before reaching out toward his telescope.

“Let’s see,” he murmurs. He peaks into the lens, adjusting it here and there before a satisfied “ah!” leaves his lips. “There we are, petal, look here.”

You look at him for a moment, his smile encouraging, before you look through the lens. You see a beautiful star, shining in the sky, likely thousands of light years away.

“It’s beautiful,” you say, smiling at him.

“It’s you,” he says. “I named it after you. After my brightest star, who brings me happiness beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Who is kind, loving, and clever. Unfortunately, she has to put up with un vecchio coglione.”

“Oh, hush,” you laugh through a fresh bout of tears. “Primo…”

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

“I love you,” you say.

“And I love you. Now…tell me who this…bastardo was again?”

Secondo

Secondo sits wearily at his desk, gazing down at the report from the recent restoration project of artifacts found within an abbey in the mountains of Italy which possibly point to an early Satanic organization the current institution can draw roots from. The name Emeritus appears on a portrait of a man dressed in a bastardized version of medieval Catholic vestments, and Secondo is heading the preservation and research project to determine whether the man is an ancestor of the Emeritus line or if the name merely signifies the man's retired position.

A hesitant knock on his door tumbles Secondo from his thoughts and he gazes with a heavy brow at the dark oak, willing it not to open, but after several seconds, the knock comes again, and he blows out a breath between his teeth in frustration.

"Enter."

The door creaks open, and Secondo need only see the sleeve of your sweater before his body is relaxing, a pleased smile crossing his features as you come further into view, peeking behind the door with those eyes which captivate him wholly, and that mischievous little smile the man greatly enjoys kissing from your face.

"Enter? That tone says otherwise," you tease, slipping into the room and shutting the door firmly behind you.

Secondo harrumphs, tilting his head back a little, pinning you to the spot with his heavy gaze that never fails to send a thrill shooting from your heart to...well, other more enjoyable places.

"Perhaps I do not wish to be disturbed, la mia piccola interruzione," he says.

The shining look in your eyes is snuffed out in an instant, your body growing taut with anxiety. He watches with muted horror as you practically curl into yourself, your feet already moving you back toward his office door, your hands wringing fretfully in front of you.

"Am I really disturbing you? I'm so sorry, Papa," you say in a tone Secondo never wishes to hear again. Full of diffidence and self-doubt.

His chair hits the wall behind him when he stands up, his robes fluttering around his form as he quickly rounds his desk. Fingers desperately reach for you, a panicked look in the usually stoic Papa's eyes as he draws you into his embrace, his hands cradling your head to his chest for a moment before he's tilting it back, his palms smoothing back your hair while he searches your gaze for any hint to your distress. Your façade quickly crumbles, tears springing to your eyes, and you attempt to turn from him, but Secondo's hands hold fast, not allowing you to break from his gaze, from his hold.

He would hold you forever.

"Tell me. Tell me, il mio tutto. What has happened? You know I would never," Secondo pauses and sighs, closing his eyes. "I must be more mindful of my words. You are not just a Sibling or a member of the Clergy, you are my life. Perdonami."

"It's okay, Seco, I'm just being ridiculous," you say with a tearful grimace, shrugging your shoulders as you look to the side.

Secondo makes a low hum, drawing you even closer, wrapping the heavy cloth of his chasuble around you. You are immediately enveloped in his warmth and his scent, your head resting in the crook of his shoulder. He keeps you near, quietly, for a moment, gently swaying as a torrent of thoughts passes his mind. He sighs softly and shifts so you are looking into his eyes once more.

"You, amore mio, are not ridiculous. You are the very joy in my heart. You are the warmth of the sun on my skin. I should not speak to you in any manner but that of love," he says.

Your brow furrows for a moment and then clears, realization dawning in your eyes, "Oh, Secondo, I'm not upset over what you said. I mean, yes, I was afraid I was disturbing you, but that's...someone upset me earlier. I was already feeling unwanted anyway, and..."

Secondo's pupils narrow and he cocks his head to the side, a cold smile spreading his lips as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Come, dolcezza," he guides you to sit in the chair before his desk. "Sit here, and tell your Papa exactly who hurt you and where to find them."

“I love you, but that won’t solve anything,” you sigh, settling into the chair. Secondo sits on the arm, towering over you and creating a blanket with his presence. He reaches out a hand to idly play with your hair while gazing down at you with an unreadable expression, his jaw clenching.

“What I need to solve is this issue you have brought to my attention. That you believe you are unwanted,” Secondo shivers at the thought, his hand falling to your shoulder and gripping it as if to keep him anchored. “I have done you a great disservice, and I have failed you as a partner in not addressing this sooner.”

You surge forward to protest, but Secondo silences you by cradling the back of your head and pushing you into his lap, resting your head against his thigh as he continues to speak. “I love you. Perhaps I do not say it enough, but I have never known such happiness other than the precious moments we have spent together. You have given an old man hope. I want you. I need you. I think about you and crave your touch when we are not together. I ache to hold you, to look into your beautiful eyes, that sweet face. Please, amore mio, my everything, do not think you are unwanted. I am nothing without you.”

You take in a shaky breath, your fingers gripping his chasuble, as you whisper your love to him in a voice thick with tears. Secondo cups your chin and lifts your head from his lap, his smile soft, but eyes sharp as a knife.

“Now, be a good girl and tell your Papa where to find the fool who hurt il mio tesoro?”

“What if it’s my own brain?” You ask with a weak laugh.

Secondo leans down to place a featherlight kiss to your lips. “Then I will fight it with patience, love, and the stubbornness of an old man.” He winks. “I’ve been fighting mine for years.”

#the band ghost #Papa Emeritus I #Papa Emeritus II #primo emeritus #secondo emeritus #primo x female reader #papa emeritus i x female reader #secondo x female reader #papa emeritus ii x female reader #comfort fic #the band ghost fanfiction

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smgsyndicate · 2 months ago

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Mountain X Dewdrop Fic

Wordcount: no clue

Plot based off this pic and thank you to @bloodysyren for the idea of using the quote! Sorry if this is bad I rushed it because I had an idea and needed it DONE

No TWs, just light angst comfort

With the coming of December, winter comes barreling along with it. The cool breezes quickly turn to chills, humans and ghouls a-like bundling up. Mountain wakes slowly, stretching wide with a small yawn. His body quivers with a shiver, the warmth of his blankets leaving him as he sits up and prepares for the day.

As one of the fluffier ghouls, his fur makes it easier to drag himself out of bed. He wonders if Dew will need dragged out, his water element always making him so- ... Right. A dreadful sigh leaves the drummer. Dewdrop changed elements. He forgot.

The element change wasn't necessarily bad, but a natural slow growing rift between the earth ghoul and ex-bassist left him hesitant to talk with him. Shaking out the cold from his body one more time, he pulls on a dark green hoodie with a frog on it, a gift from a fan at one of the rituals.

The earth ghoul slowly makes his way to the kitchen, intent on getting some sort of hot drink into his body before going around the abbey and lighting the fire places. He doesn't have to, it's not a chore assigned to him. He simply wants to.

Mountain half-notices the fact he's not freezing his tail off, but the sleepy part of his brain doesn't realize. He makes his hot tea, humming Cirice under his breath to keep himself awake while it brews, before heading out to the common room to start on the fires.

He passes by some of the rooms, noticing the lit kindle already burning. The drummer's brow furrows, continuing onto his destination. Upon seeing more, he smiles and sees that it's already done everywhere.

With a new mission of laying around doing nothing until the others awaken, Mountain walks to the sofa in the living room of the ghoul wing. He hopes to see Ifrit and snuggle up for some warmth while he's at it, assuming the kind fire ghoul lit everything.

His mouth twitches to a frown upon seeing the unlit fire in the living room. As he grows near, he sees a figure sitting slumped in front of the fireplace. ".. Dewdrop?"

Dewdrop never takes his eyes away from the smouldered wood, implying he did light it at some point. He hums vaguely in acknowledgement. "Dew... What're you doing?"

The guitarist sits up a bit straighter, not making eye contact with the earth ghoul. "Could ask the same to you. Aren't you cold? I know I would've been." Mountain winces at the reminder of the old Dew.

".. Yes. I'll admit, I am quite cold. I usually light the fires in the morning then go find Ifrit to snuggle up with." He mentions with a slight amusement at the fact his band mate is a living heater. He pauses, biting his lip as he debates his next words.

"I know you're not the one I'm looking for but... I'm so cold and a fire is a fire." He mumbles, moving closer to sit by Dewdrop. Mountain can feel the heat radiating from him already, drawing him closer like a moth to a flame.

Dew chuckles humourously, a hurt, wounded sound. "A burnt child loves the fire. After all the pain it causes, the moth goes back to the light and the child for the flame."

His eyes drift over to the singed patch of fur on Mountains arm, a small accident when Dew first transitioned. He couldn't control his element and actually nicked Mountain. Despite the many reassurances that he didn't feel it and it didn't go past the fur, Dewdrop never forgave himself. Fire is just destruction, after all.

Mountain sighs, sighing dramatically. "Oh no, it looks like I won't have a snuggle buddy... No one to wear my hoodies. Oh! And there's no one to lay on top of me. Sigh. .. SIGH." Dew can't help the surprised laugh bubbling out of his mouth from the drummer's antics.

Of course his band mate knew everything he loved. He couldn't help but wag his tail and look at Mountain with fake annoyance, amusement evident. "Oh shut up you big tree, get over here."

The fire ghoul launches at the taller one, knocking him over with a playful growl. Mountain lets out a surprised chirp, laughing as he just wraps his arms around his attacker and nuzzles against the top of his head, purring despite the shorter one's protests.

"Awe, you do love me! Now light the fire so we can actually go cuddle." Dewdrop sighs but listens, setting the wood ablaze before nuzzling into Mountains chest. "You said weighted blanket time, now you have to carry me."

Mountain sighs. "Fair enough. Come on princess, up you go." He stands up with Dew in his arms, a slight struggle but not all that bad. Hes silent as he walks before quietly whispering, "I missed you my firelily."

Dewdrop's breath hitches, eyes watering slightly. He and Mountain haven't talked this much since the transition and slight burn. The modified nickname of water lily to fire lily makes him clutch the earth ghoul closer, heart heavy with emotion.

"I missed you too, my terra."

#the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost the band fictive #ghost the band system #dewdrop ghost #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #ghost the bad fic #angst with a happy ending #light angst #angst comfort

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iamthecomet · 1 year ago

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mometttttt

can we get some fluffy phantom swiss??

feeling sad and wanting some comfort 🥺

maybe trans phantom dealing with painful cramps and swiss being there and being the amazing boyfriend he is and comforting phantom through the cramps?

Of course, Chase! I'm sorry that you're feeling sad. I hope this helps. Sending you lots of hugs too.

Just under 1k words of Trans!Aeon/Swiss. SFW. Just mentions of period cramps. ♥

Aeon wakes up in agony. Pain lancing through his belly, down his thighs, through his back. He curls in on himself. Knees drawing up tight to his chest. He wraps his arms around them, holds on tight as the wave of pain intensifies. Digs it’s claws in.

It’s so early. The sun is barely up. Streaking pink into the hotel room. Aeon had hoped for a day to sleep in. For the opportunity to luxuriate in bed next to Swiss on an off day. Peace. Comfort.

He should have known better than to hope for anything.

He breathes a little easier as the pain eases. He doesn’t loosen his grip on his legs though. He knows it’ll be back before long, it always is. He thinks about stumbling to the bathroom–at least to make sure he hasn’t made a mess of himself. But it feels impossible. More work than his aching limbs can handle.

He lays there for awhile, listening to Swiss’ soft snores. Feeling the warmth of him radiating from the other side of the bed. He opens his eyes and looks around the pre-dawn hotel room. Shadowy, still a mess from when they fell into bed last night. Half-eaten room service near the door. Their bags thrown on the other side of the room. Aeon thinks about the medicine stuffed in there. Some tea Mountain made for him that always seems to help.

He makes a plan. If he’s fast enough he can at least get to the bathroom and grab the tea before the next cramp hits. He can probably just rip the bag open with his teeth and eat the contents right? That will do the same thing? The idea of waiting for hot water from the weird coffee machine is impossible. Besides he barely knows how to work them on a good day.

Humans really do make everything needlessly complicated.

He could ask Swiss, but the multighoul is sleeping so soundly next to him, he doesn’t want to disturb him. They’ve been traveling so much, barely sleeping. Aeon doesn’t want to be the reason Swiss doesn’t get enough sleep.

He starts to push himself up, to uncurl. He gets as far as straightening his legs and pushing the blanket off before it hits him again. He swears he feels it in his bones. Dull insistent fire crawling through his body. He bites his lip until he tastes blood and even that isn’t enough to bury his whimper.

He bites down on his tail to try to muffle it, but Swiss wakes up anyway. Making a low groggy noise, confused as he rolls towards Aeon’s body. Curled up tight on the edge of the bed. Swiss’ hand is warm and broad on his back. A grounding weight. Swiss eases himself up, folds himself over Aeons’ body to look at him.

“Bug? You ok?”

Aeon looks up at him, Swiss’ eyes are sleep lined, barely open. But his dark brows are twisted in concern. The hand is on his hip now, heavy. Solid. Aeon swallows, he intends to nod, to tell Swiss to go back to sleep. But his body betrays him, he shakes his head.

“Cramps,” he mumbles in explanation. He doesn’t want Swiss to worry–there’s really nothing to worry about. He’s fine.

He crumples beneath another cramp. Tears pricking at his eyes. He turns enough that he can cling to Swiss. Now that he’s here and awake, Aeon can’t do anything else. He buries his face in Swiss’ chest and inhales the smell of him. Sweat and weed and sandlewood. He closes his eyes tight and tries not to cry as Swiss pulls him close, cradles Aeon’s little body against his.

Swiss kisses him between his horns, runs a comforting hand up and down his spine. Tangles the other in his hair, runs his fingers through it. He scratches at Aeon’s scalp until Aeon’s body goes lax as the cramp ebbs.

“What can I do?” Swiss asks, lips brushing over the curve of Aeon’s horn.

“The tea Mountain made me.”

“Where is it, baby?”

“Front pocket of my bag.”

Swiss untangles himself from Aeon. Aeon lays back on the bed, flat on his back. Tears burning against his cheeks. He hears Swiss rifling around in his bag. Hears the water run. Hears Swiss messing with that weird coffee maker.

“I hate this,” Aeon says softly.

“I know.”

“Just wanted to sleep in with you,” Aeon mumbles, voice cracking.

The coffee maker hisses, Aeon hears it spit water out into the styrofoam cup. Swiss is back right away. Helping Aeon sit up and pressing the overly hot cup into his hand. The smell of the tea alone makes something in Aeon’s back loosen.

He sips at it–it’s too hot but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t want to wait any longer.

“We can still sleep in,” Swiss promises. Leaning over to kiss Aeon’s temple. “Sleep all day if you want.”

Swiss curls one big arm around Aeon’s waist, pulls him close. The little ghoul leans against him. Eyes closing against another cramp. Swiss takes the cup from him so Aeon doesn’t spill. He presses his lips to the side of Aeon’s head, holds him close as the pain ravages him.

When it’s done, Swiss hands the cup back to him. “Drink up so we can go back to sleep.”

“I–” Aeon looks away, lilac blush coloring his cheeks. “I think I should take a shower first..”

Swiss shrugs, buries his nose in Aeon’s hair and inhales. “Fine. Shower first. Sleep after. All day. No excuses.”

Aeon turns his head to catch his lips on Swiss. It’s chaste, as easy as breathing. “Too good to me,” Aeon mumbles as he brings the cup back up to his mouth. Swiss grins down at him. “No such thing.”

#comet writes #chase #ficlet #aeon/swiss #trans!aeon #phantom ghoul #Aeon ghoul #trans!phantom #swiss army ghoul #sick fic #comfort fic #fluff #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fanfiction

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