#zephyr x mountain

[v-ternus]

Mountain who is so vocal when he's in his room alone. Gasping and moaning under his own touch. But trouble comes when he's cramped up in his bunk on the tour bus. He's chubbing up, pressing up against the seam of his boxers, he has no option but to relieve himself. He's still so very, very loud even though he's mere inches away from the rest of his pack mates.

Even his hand over his mouth isnt enough to keep his lovely whimpers at bay. At some point, Zephyr has enough of his shit and wiggles their way into Mountain's bunk, getting a tight hand around his throat so not even air can escape, let alone a noise.

They swat off Mountain's hand and replace it with theirs, jerking him off, tight and fast while staring him right in the eyes. Mountain looks like he could cry from how good it feels, how overwhelming it is. Zeph hopes he does. Maybe Zeph tells him to shut up and cum, to get it over with already. And when Mountain spills white hot over their fist? Zeph wipes their sticky hand off on Mountain's shirt and leaves to crawl back in their own bunk. They leave him twitching and even more horny.

Mean, fed up Zephyr on the mind for today.

[divine-misfortune]

where it hurts kiss w/mountain and zephyr pls <3

High zeph getting loved on

Glass brought to their lips, Zephyr startled slightly. A muddled sound of confusion as they slipped from the clouds, jarring to be pulled back to earth so abruptly after floating for so long. Millions of miles away in some comfortable haze, they'd almost forgotten where their body resided - nearly forgot they were anything more than fog skimming the water in some secret place, that there was ever a physical body to begin with. Fighting to remember how to open their eyes, they blinked one at a time until they managed to focus on Mountain in front of them.

Him and that crooked little smile.

"Think your tolerance has gone down" Mountain tsked and cupped their jaw, lifting their chin from their chest.

Normally they'd have protested his assistance, loathing the oddly helpless feelings that crept up on them, but they were in no place to do something of the sort. Zephyr was helpless in the moment, too smoked out to even pick up their own head.

Their fang clinked against the rim of the glass as Mountain tipped it, a soft apologetic sound rumbling out of the earth ghoul as water spilled into their otherwise dry mouth. It brought a sort of relief they didn't know they needed, and they drank it down like the nectar of the gods. Chilled and sweetened with a sprig of mint - Mountain never seemed to forget the mint.

"Ah - ah, easy..." He gave their jaw a soft squeeze and pulled the glass away for a moment, earning a low whine of protest. "Gonna waterboard yourself if you don't slow down."

Mountain fixed them a look one might consider stern, but it was still Mountain after all. Always betrayed by his fondness. He was never one for scolding and the like, with Zephyr there was hardly ever a dominant bone to be found within him. The attempted shift in their established dynamic was strange, not necessarily bad but strange to them nonetheless. They'd be grateful for it when they sobered up. In such a state they needed the guidance and the correction that came with it.

Zephyr remembered to nod accordingly, at least tried to. Mountain wouldn't budge an inch until they did.

Seemingly satisfied with their compliance Mountain granted them the remaining reprieve to their cotton mouthed plight. They somehow sagged further into the soft nest of furs and blankets, tail swaying in a lazy but satisfied pattern. It would have been easy to just melt into the soft pile in that far off corner of the greenhouse. Mountain’s old creaky futon felt like the most logical place for them to melt into a boneless heap in their humble, clearly influenced opinion.

"Don't think s’me," Zephyr's words slurred despite themself as their head lolled onto their shoulder. Puffing a stray strip of silver hair from their face, "think your supply got stronger."

"Oh don't go blaming me, you lightweight." Mountain carefully tucked the offending lock behind their feathered ear. If he brushed his fingers over the tips of their feathers just to see them shudder, that was his business. "You look more relaxed chickadee, got that sour look off your face. How's it feel?"

He chuckled softly when their nose scrunched up in thought. The air ghoul pressed their lips into a thin line as they considered their vessel. It was never a simple question. An answer that changed daily, often one extreme or the other. Agony or numbness. Today was the former. A deep hollow ache housed in every bone and joint, joined by the odd cold zing in a randomly selected nerve.

"Mm...Mostly" Zephyr concluded.

"Still a bit achey?" They nodded and Mountain frowned sympathetically, "where does it hurt, love?"

"Hands."

He lifted one hand from where they'd fisted it into the brown fur beneath them and held them carefully in his own. Dainty, almost boney fingers trembled against his palm. Years of ivory keys had worn away at their already limited grace, damned by a vessel intent on wasting away at a pace none of them could have anticipated. He knew whatever relief he, or any of them, could offer them was merely a bandaid to a gunshot wound but he still tried despite it.

"Where?" Mountain asked, turning them palm up to gently knead his thumbs into the meat of their hand.

Groaning lowly, Zephyr mumbled something he didn't quite catch. Their pale eyelashes fluttered against their cheeks and he wanted to kiss the shadows they cast like butterfly wings. Delicate and beautiful as always.

Much like the tree roots knotting through the dirt, he could feel the electricity flickering through their nerves. Palm down, Mountain thumbed over their knuckles. If he focused he could trace their pain like a well worn path, and if he focused further, he could almost assist in conducting the sparks through the fraying wire. Earth magic was mostly situational, but the body's nervous system was close enough to that of a plant to do the trick. It wasn't perfect, but it was another bandaid he could apply.

Replacing the little pattern his thumb had stroked over the back of their hand, he brushed his lips over their knuckles instead. Zephyr blinked their eyes open again, a much more coordinated effort on their part, to watch the earth ghoul bow his head to meet their hand. He kissed the middle joint of their first finger followed by the next. Mountain kissed up each finger with a familiar sort of reverence, such a miniscule act of worship to send their heart stuttering in their chest.

Mountain had an innate ability to make them feel young again without even trying.

At the tip of their pinky finger, Mountain glanced up to their face. Expression gone soft, his copper eyes caught the afternoon light like pools of honey they could have very well fallen into. Zephyr swallowed thickly when his mouth quirked into a shy smile, caught in the act of loving them too blatantly. They swore the fog behind their eyes swirled in the shape of hearts.

Pulling away suddenly, Mountain's brow knit. He began a confused chirp that they didn't give him the chance to finish. Zephyr took his face and clumsily hauled him closer till they could perfectly mold their mouth to his. It was a miracle their teeth didn't crash together. Mountain had to grab the back of the futon to keep himself balanced, head already spinning like Zephyr had snatched the air straight from his lungs.

They cradled his cheek in their left hand and the right snaked back to thread their fingers into the auburn waves at the nape of his neck. Not pulling, simply holding onto him like another anchor point. Brain finally catching up, Mountain's amused exhale fanned warm against their cheeks. His tail coiled around their leg as he eased into the gentle movement of their lips like he had a thousand times before. Kissing the air ghoul was like second nature. Like returning home each time.

Zephyr licked over his bottom lip with no real heat behind it and he couldn't stop himself from letting them in. They drank the sweet sigh off his lips and chased the whine he tried to deny them, pulling it from him like they owned every single reedy sound.

Satisfied or exhausted, Zephyr sat back. Admiring his lips surely tinged as red as their eyes, they short of giggled.

"Fuck..I love you" Mountain breathed, winded. Wanting. The definition of adoration.

[serene-sun]

Some of my mountain and zephyr lore!!

[damagedghoulette]

Ghost: Disability inclusive stories

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Autism:

Strawberry Shortcake - @damagedghoulette

Phantom and his service dog - @rainsbasspick

POTS:

Pebble finding out - @nightynightghoul

Episode during sexy times - @hypnoneghoul

Power outage - @hypnoneghoul

Replenishment - @hypnoneghoul

Asthma:

I need you - @sister-nyx

I can’t breathe - @terzosboyfriend

Deaf:

We will go softly into the night - (Villaflower)

Chronic pain/illness:

Rain do not go away - @hypnoneghoul

Time machine - @sister-nyx

Just wanted to hear your voice - @hypnoneghoul

Lemon water - @damagedghoulette

Seizures:

Aether x gn reader - @inkrabbit

Spillways, spillways - @cirrus-ghoulette

Special (arrhythmia) - @skele-bunny

EDS:

Rain waiting for brace measuring - @hypnoneghoul

Rain dislocating during sexy times - @hypnoneghoul

Abandon your freedom - @hypnoneghoul

IBS:

Papa comforts reader - @peachyghuleh

Anxiety:

Absolution - @peachyghuleh

The outing - @peachyghuleh

[dy6nsty]

Can we get the ghouls (and copia if ur up for it) comforting reader after a nasty panic attack? 🥺

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OFC<33 tysm 4 requesting!

Ghouls+Copia x gn reader, comforting after panic attack

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Alpha:

Waits for you to be in a content state of mind before trying to comfort you more.

Runs his hand along your back to try and ease the feeling of stress and panic that clouded your mind.

Tries to cheer you up with things you’d normally enjoy.

If it calms you down he’d be more than happy to lay across you and be warm you up like a heating pad.

Wipes the remaining tears from your face with his thumbs as he comforts you with words, tail gently wrapped around your thigh to keep him close to you.

Tells you to focus on your breathing and to keep it slow and steady.

Tries to put your mind at ease, assuring you that everything is alright and whatever had caused your panic attack had died down.

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Omega:

Focuses on making sure that you’re ready to talk or still need a few minutes to sit there and try to relax.

Asks if your feeling better and if there’s anything you need from him, will hand you a cup of water. It’s just mandatory to him.

Instructs you to take in deep breaths. Demonstrating it with your to try and calm your mind.

Once your in a secluded area he’ll try to comfort you more. Physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, you name it he’ll do it to help.

Huddling around you to give you a feeling of safety and / or comfort. Letting you know he’s there for you.

Will ask why or what the reason was for your panic attack but if you do not want to answer that question he won’t pry it out of you.

If you’re still a bit shaken up he’ll give you a small massage to comfort you if you’re feeling tense. <3

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Ifrit:

Tries to cheer you up with small jokes but will comfort you and be serious if needed. Softly rubs your wrists while hold your hand.

Warms your hand with his, just a nice feeling in hopes that’ll make you feel much better than the previous panic attack you had endured.

Pulls you towards him, and gives you a gentle hug while rubbing up and down your back before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

If you want to talk to him about he’ll gladly listen to you.

Wants you to lay down and maybe even nap to relax but if you don’t want to he’ll stay with you until you feel better.

Brings you a warm drink or snack to help calm your mind down from sudden state of fright.

If the place you’re in isn’t as quiet as needed he’ll stay with you while moving to a better secluded area like your or his room.

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Zephyr:

Pampers you completely. Water, food, blankets, pillows, massages, cuddling, music, movies, talking, he’s up for it all.

Huddles close and whispers sweet things into your ear with his tail wrapped snug around your leg.

Runs his fingers through your hair or peppers soft kisses on your face or jaw.

Traces small hearts and shapes on your thigh or skin to try and relax your senses with his touch.

If everything feels loud or you need something he’ll be glad to give you headphones or ear plugs.

He’ll comfort and hold you while you cry if you’re still tense about what happened.

Tries to help you focus and get what you need, necessities, or anything that’ll help you feel more comfortable.

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Rain:

Wipes away the tears from your face with his thumb. Gently holding your face in his hands.

Offers a warm bath with calming accessories to add on: Candles, bath salts, or flowers from the garden.

Once your bath is complete he’ll help you dry off with a soft towel before handing you some comfortably loose and warm clothes.

Wants you to feel safe and placid before he tries to ask what’s wrong. Validates your feeling of fright or panic, letting you know that it’s alright to be scared or afraid.

Listens to you with patience. Staying quiet to hear you word for word. Humming out small answers to have you know he understands.

Focuses on what your body might need or how you feel. Giving you a glass of water and a snack to try and remove the feeling of fear from your mind.

Puts on relaxing music or nature noises like rain, birds chirping, thunder, wind, the ocean, you name it and he’ll find something for that.

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Phantom:

Hands you headphones to use for your own relaxation, especially if you think that what’s around you is overwhelming.

Hums a small tune while gathering things around that he can. Grabbing at pillows, blankets, fluffy and soft things, and a baggy shirt or sweatshirt if you’d like.

Makes sure that no one else is there to disturb you two when you’ve finally been situated in a hoard of blankets and pillows making some sort of fortress.

Lays on over you with his hands snaked around your waist, resting his head onto your stomach.

Asks what’s wrong or if you’d like to talk about what had happened to trigger the panic attack in the first place.

While you talk to him he huddled as close as possible he can to you. Rubbing your back with one of his hands.

Best thing he can do is try and relax you into a nice and comfortable sleep. Or spend time with you until you feel better to be on your own.

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Mountain:

Pulls you into his arms leaving your feet off the ground as he try’s to find a place you feel most safe. Whether it’s outside or a comfortable spot in your room he’ll bring you there so it’s just you and him.

Once you’re in that certain space he’ll sit you down, and sit down next you. Than he’ll start to ask questions.

As you go on when you’re finished he’ll try and calm you down with counting, deep breathing, thinking about something to sooth yourself.

He’ll speak in a quiet and gentle tone. Not raising his voice or anything sharp in his voice to make sure not to startle you. Especially after something like that.

Gently moves his hands to your backside, trailing up and gently massaging nape of your neck or shoulders.

Wonders if there’s anything you’d like to help. If you say yes, he’ll keep you with him. Close to his side as he finds whatever item you’d like. He doesn’t want to leave you alone.

If you’d like to take a nap or go to sleep he’ll wrap you up in a blanket burrito style and spoon you from behind.

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Sodo/Dew:

Sits down with you until you feel like you’re ready to talk to him. Has you focus on your breathing and thoughts.

Let’s you hold his hand and squeeze as hard as you need to, even if it hurts a bit it’s alright to him. Rubs his thumb over your hand.

Assures you that everything is alright and that nothing is going to happen. Comforts you with his words and touch, both being soft.

Wants to know what you were afraid of. But, if you don’t want to answer the question he’ll give you space before asking after a few long minutes to compose urself.

Warms your hands with his. Cradles your face to warm you up to.

If you feel tired after your panic attack he’ll lead you to his room and lay down with you. Wrapping his arms around you so your kept warm throughout the time being.

Mumbles sweet words of affirmation in your ear or against your neck whether your sleeping or not.

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Swiss:

Once he has you in his arms he won’t let go of you. His arms wrapped around you in a protective manner as his head rests on your shoulder.

His hand combs through your hair, while his other rubs your back up and down steadily to try and stop your trembling.

Whispers to you that your safe. Holding your head against his chest, staying close to you making sure there’s nothing to harm you.

Presses one of his hands against your chest to feel your heartbeat, mumbling that you need to slow it down with deep breaths or to concentrate with what’s around you.

One you start a mechanism to relax he’ll encourage you on with small whispers of praise. Telling you to keep going, assuring you you’re doing great, still keeping your body close to him.

Moves the hair out of your face so he can see you and your eyes more clearly. He wants to understand what you’re feeling through any facial expression that you display.

Stays with you for the rest of the day/night keeping himself close to you even when you’re walking.

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Aether:

Understands what you need. Keeps his distance but doesn’t leave you. After a state of fear and panic all together he knows that being touched isn’t on everyone’s bucket list.

Asks before he touches you, wanting your permission and a confirmed answer to make sure he doesn’t startle you anymore.

If you say yes: He’ll nod and wrap his tail around your leg before scooting closer to you. If you say no: He’ll understand than try to have you concentrate on his voice.

Asks what you hear and feel around you. Asking questions every few minutes so it’s you don’t feel overwhelmed.

Offers to take a walk with you, do something you like, lay down with you, sit down, or stay where you are and let you calm down.

Gets you a cup of water or a wanted drink for your dry throat or to comfort the emotion of terror.

Goes wherever you’d like to go and relax. Watching a movie or sitting in silence together huddled up close to one another.

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Copia:

Has a small checklist in his mind for when this happens. Invites you to his room, so you’re in a quiet area, or less populated.

Asks how you feel while he lights a candle or grabs a few pillows and blankets for your own comfort. To calm your senses down.

Has you sit down or lay down on his bed, and asks what you see or observe to soothe your worries. Wants you to concentrate on all that’s around you. What you feel, hear, smell, see, what moves and what doesn’t.

While he organizes and tidy ups his room he’ll ask you questions. His attention on your bud his hands and body move on their own to have the room more clean, easier to breathe in.

As you talk he’ll nod and hum and talk to you. He’s listening and he’ll have a conversation with you if that’s what you’d like.

Once he’s finished he’ll sit down on the bed with you and give you a small hug or whatever more you could need.

Anything and everything you need and he’ll give it to you. Clothes, blankets, pillows, food, drinks, sleep, rest, time alone, him, use your words and he understands.

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I APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK. I forgot how many Ghouls I wrote… But I hope you like this <3

[endless-weightless]

Random nameless ghoul headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

I'm taking the piss with all of these. And remember, kids, this is fanfiction!

I mostly just wrote about the current ghouls but I'm more than happy to write about any past ghouls if you guys want!

TAGS/WARNINGS: mating cycles, CNC, weed mention, primal play, polyamory and orgies,

SFW✄

All of the ghouls have a specific scent but Mountain for some reason can emit any particular scent so long as it's earth related. He usually smells like pine trees and grass but if any of the ghouls are anxious leading up to rituals or just worried in general he'll make himself smell like lavender because he knows how calming it is.

Mountain is also victim to clothing robbery because he smells so nice and is SO DAMN TALL.

They're some of the most open-minded and accepting people you'll ever meet.

Full moons tend to have a weird effect on the ghouls. Not as bad as say a werewolf but they definitely become a bit more... feral. The less extreme effects would just be heightened senses and craving gamey meats more while the worst of the worst would be bordering violent and definitely nsfw (see nsfw for more on this). They'd probably call it a hunter's moon (badum tss).

All of their eyes glow very faintly in the dark.

Their pupils are like a mix of feline and just regular ol' human.

They all have claws but Aurora and Sunshine are the only ones who actually have them out because everyone else needs short nails to play their instruments.

They all purr when they're happy or they're experiencing physical affection, though the volume and intensity varies depending on the ghoul.

Mountain sleeps like a log unless he's sharing a bed, then he's everyone's teddy bear and always has an arm around someone whether he agreed to it or not.

Rain absolutely HATES throwing up.

Swiss and Sodo convinced Mountain to grow marijuana by letting him try some. The ghoul den now constantly smells faintly of weed.

All of the ghouls have their own bedrooms but prefer to cuddle with each other and usually just make a nest out of blankets and pillows in the main common room area and turn it into one giant bed for everyone.

Cirrus and Aether tend to take on an almost parental role in the group just to keep the newer ghouls in line which can be draining at times but rewarding in the end.

They all have black tails and horns that are pretty much identical with the only difference being everyone has a slight tint to theirs depending on their element (Sodo's are red, Rain's are blue, Phantom and Aether's are purple etc).

Their fangs aren't actually too sharp. Could be because they've just become blunter over time with less need to bite actual people.

Most of them straight up act like cats depending on how new they are to the mortal plane. Since Omega’s been on earth the longest, he acts more closely to a human than Phantom, who is fresh out of hell.

Zephyr gets really bad chronic leg pains which is why he's always sitting while performing and so quick to sit back down after finishing the Mummy Dust solo.

Aurora has super painful cramps leading up to her heat so Sodo has taken it upon himself to use his hands as a heating pad for her (which he will do for anyone in need of a heat pack).

NSFW✄

If you had to make a spectrum of all the ghouls from most submissive to most dominant, it'd be Sunshine, Phantom, Rain, Cumulus, Swiss (ultimate power switch), Aurora, Ifrit, Sodo, Mountain, Zephyr, Cirrus, Aether, Alpha and finally Omega.

None of them are strictly doms or subs, they like experimenting and switching things up every once in a while to keep things interesting but they certainly have preferences.

They all enjoy both monogamous and polyamorous sex equally. Sometimes they just want soft intimate sex with one person or they're just craving multiple people.

Full moons don't make everyone horny in an "I need to impregnate someone/be impregnated now" way, they make the ghouls horny in a primal way...

Some of the ghouls that are more affected by the full moon or just enjoy primal play with a bit of CNC will sometimes ask some of the siblings of sin and/or you if you'd all be comfortable with letting them "hunt" you down.

Aether and Cirrus have sleepy and lazy sex when they're tired from dealing with the ghouls and need a break and some relief.

Mountain is always looking down the sisters of sin's and the ghoulette's tops to see their cleavage. In his defence he's pretty fucking tall and can't help that he has to look down to talk to people.

If anyone in the group, including you, are feeling lonely, stressed or just exhausted and in need of some kind of relief, all of the ghouls are more than willing to give head to anyone for hours, making sure they cum at least four times before they let them have a break.

All of them have a marking kink because of their need to mate during heats and ruts.

They all go just a teensy bit feral when they pick up on the scent of a virgin with Swiss being the most dramatic about it.

And if someone doesn't smell like a virgin but instead like ghoul, they still go feral because ghouls like sharing when the moon isn't full.

Aether feels the constant need to slap every ghoul and ghoulettes ass possible, even Sodo.

Aurora, Zephyr and Phantom the most handsy out of the ghouls.

Heats and ruts are already hellish enough, but what makes it worse for the ministry is how only half of the ghouls get their heats and ruts at the same time while the other get it the other half of the time, which basically means twice as many heats and ruts in a month.

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that's all my lovelies, lmk if you want any more!

[bewitched-bee]

Masterlist

Links to all my writing! Stand alone fics/requests for each ghoul are listed first. When I say stand alone I mean mainly focused around the specific ghoul. Everything involving multiple ghouls is at the bottom! * Indicates smut Aether: One Last Night *Cockwarming *Jealousy Alpha: Comfort Dewdrop: *Sensory deprivation Ifrit: Feral *Overstimulation Cuddling

Ivy: *Dry humping Mountain: Season change *Size kink Cuddling Nursery Omega: *Thigh riding Watermelon crushing *Choking Chewing *Squirting

Phantom: *Breeding Rain: Swimming *Breeding

Swiss: *Lap dance

Aurora: (nothing yet)

Zephyr: *NSFW hc list *Breeding Cumulus: (nothing yet) Cirrus: (nothing yet) Sunshine: (nothing yet) Multiple: Birthday Swiss/Dew *Full moon Phantom/Swiss *Double penetration Alpha/Omega

[miasmaghoul]

May I offer a headcnon?

Blind Zephyr

Thoughts, both solo and with Mountain below. Nothing explicit, but implied horny things in the distance.

Not completely blind, but their vessel has some unfixable eye impairment that limits sight and progressively worsens. That's why they were a band ghoul for such a brief period, their eyesight tanked after the tour ended. Eventually they end up functionally blind, just able to make out shapes and colors but nothing close to detail.

They adapt fairly well, but they do end up relying on the others a bit more at first. Especially Mountain, who's easiest to pick out in a crowd. Zephyr isn't a huge fan of siblings, and they've made the mistake of assuming a sister is Dew three times too many, so it's easier to look for the blob of beige that they know to be Mountain’s antlers.

Mountain doesn't mind.

He doesn't baby Zephyr the way Aether sometimes does, and he doesn't use kid gloves the way Dew and Ifrit tend to. Mountain is easy, honest. Helpful without being overbearing, doesn't presume to do things that Zephyr certainly can on their own. He waits for them to ask, and Zephyr is always silently appreciative.

They wish they could see more of his handsome face, though. Wish they could count the freckles speckled over his nose and cheeks for the hundredth time, that they could admire the squared off edges of his pupils and that one auburn streak in his hair.

But their memory will have to suffice - though Mountain never objects to letting Zephyr touch his face when they need a reminder. To bring the ridge of his brow and the hump on his nose back into sharper relief in their head.

Touching that, of course, never stops at Mountain's face.

Zephyr insists on facing him whenever they fall into bed, regardless of who's doing what. Mountain assured them that he will always look into their eyes, even if they cant see him, and Zephyr believes him.

After, Mountain will read to them. That's the one thing Zephyr misses more than any other, even more than their keys - being able to squirrel themself away into a nook in the library with a thermos of tea and a good book. But Mountain's voice is lovely, and the way his chest vibrates under Zephyr's ear is so soothing. Like this, they can forget their loss for a minute.

Mountain traces shapes into their skin while he reads, and Zephyr memorizes every one - hearts and stars and Z's and M's and nonsensical squiggles. Sometimes Zephyr will ask how a character's name is spelled, and Mountain will write it on their back while he spells it out loud.

Zephyr always drifts off faster than they intend to, but it's unavoidable. Mountain will finish out his chapter and they'll settle down, face to face, with Zephyr's hand over Mountain's heart. Just a reminder. Zephyr knows they don't have to, but they always thank Mountain for everything. He'll shush them, always, kiss their cheek, and for a second Zephyr will SWEAR they can see him.

They sleep the best those nights.

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

For the fluff-tober may I suggest Day 4 with Ifrit x Reader please

Leech

Pairings: Ifrit X GN!Reader

Type: Fluff w/ allusion to smut

Summary: Once Ifrit returns from tour, he is all over you, trying to envelop you in his scent. You decide to try your own version of marking him.

Warnings: Marking, sex jokes, allusion to sex (fade to black), friendly teasing

Word Count: 726

Notes: Read here on ao3. Just warning you that I am so beyond tired right now. This is not as good as I want it to be, so I'm sorry in advance.

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“Ifrit!” You shout, trying to push the grinning ghoul away from you as you try to stop yourself from laughing. The two of you were curled up in his bed, watching a cheesy romcom, when he buried his face in your neck. He wasn’t doing anything other than rubbing his scent on your skin, trying to say that you were his. He knew what he was doing, but of course he acted oblivious. “That tickles, you know,” you accuse, poking him in the chest.

“What? Don’t like when I claim what’s mine?”

“You didn’t shave this morning, and your stubble is very scratchy.”

He hums in consideration. “Well maybe you should just be less ticklish,” he offers.

You scoff and roll your eyes in a playful manner, pulling him to lay down next to you. “Maybe you shouldn’t abandon me while you go on tour. Then you wouldn’t have to ‘scent me’ all over again.”

“I didn’t abandon you, dramatic ass. I could have brought you along,” he countered. “Plus, don’t act like you don’t like it,” he smirked, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You giggle as he pulls away. “See, I could go along with you, but then I’d be cramped in a bus bunk with a ton of ghouls, and I’m not doing that.”

“Hey, Terzo isn’t a ghoul,” he protested.

“He’s close enough.”

“Maybe once Omega gets his hands on him,” Ifrit laughs.

“Filthy, filthy mind,” you chide, though you let out a small chuckle of your own.

Once the laughter dies down, Ifrit grabs your waist, pulling you closer. “Come here, baby,” Ifrit says, his tone shifting.

You hum as he rests his chin on your head, wrapping his arms around you, completely engulfing you in him. You buried your head in his neck and hummed, breathing in the sweet, spiced scent of him. Acting out of instinct, you leaned forward and bit him.

He pulled back with a confused, yet amused expression. “What was that for?”

“Well, you alway try to claim me with your weird scenting thing, so I’m claiming you in my own way,” you explained as if this were the most normal conversation to be had.

“With hickeys?”

“With hickeys,” you confirmed. “Is that okay?”

He rolled over, then sat against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. “Oh, you pretty little thing,” he mumbles, eying you up and down. “I couldn’t have asked for anything better,” he grins, giving a playful growl.

You giggle, then lean back into him, attacking his neck. You alternate between kissing, biting, and sucking, listening to him groan every so often. You thank whoever is out there that he isn’t wearing a shirt, allowing you to trail the marks down his chest.

He pulls you up, pulling you into a passionate kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“You remind me at least once a day,” you smiled.

He grins as he flips you over, hovering over you with a predatory look in his eyes. “Well, then…let me remind you again.”

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“Lucifer almighty, did you get attacked by a vampire?” Dewdrop cackles as Ifrit walks into the common room. Ifrit gives a sheepish grin as he looks at his pack, but ignores them.

“I think somebody missed you,” Zephyr laughs from his spot next to Mountain on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You all would have acted the same way,” Ifrit said, sitting in one of the reclining chairs in the corner of the room.

You walk into the common room, wearing nothing but one of Ifrit’s flannels and a pair of underwear, then curl up on his lap.

“There’s the leech of the hour!” Dewdrop shouts.

You give Ifrit a confused look, watching him blush. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, wrapping one arm atop your legs, the other around your back as he holds you close.

“And I thought Dewdrop and his fucking shark teeth were bad,” Aether mutters.

You look at Ifrit, and once you take in the sight of his neck, you understand. There are so many hickeys. His neck is bruised almost entirely, hardly any of his gray skin peeking through.

“Unholy shit,” you gasp as you finally realize the number you did on him. You bury your face against his chest in embarrassment as he laughs.

“It’s okay. At least you’re a pretty leech.”

[v-ternus]

Thinking many thoughts about service top Mountain and stone bottom Zephyr. They’re the perfect pair.

(i like to think zephyr goes by they/them but also likes being called mommy ok. idk why. dont ask me why)

Mountain always makes them cum first. Always. By his tongue, fingers, dick. Hell, even his thigh if thats what Zephyr asks for. The only "reward" Mountain wants are their pretty moans, warm hands laced in his curls, and heavy scratches across his back.

He likes wearing their marks. He especially loves when they leave hickeys along his collar bones. Sometimes the neck lines of his shirts are stretched out just enough so that the purple bruises peak out. If he catches a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he starts to chub up in his pants, remembering the memories from the night before.

But also, think of how he loves on Zeph while between their legs. He's fucking them nice and slow or however they asked for that night, and Mountain keeps his head buried in the crook of their neck, kissing softly, breathing them in. Zeph just crane their neck to give Mountain better access.

Gonna make you feel so good mommy, make you cum on my cock.

Mountain whispers the words, separated by his desperate huffs of breath while he rests his forehead on Zeph's.

Sometimes, Mountain doesn't even finish. He finds enough satisfaction in Zephyr's pleasure that he doesn't really care whether he gets off or not. And when their breathing has evened out again, Mountain kisses them properly. Its hungry, desperate.

It's all a very good time. Its sappy. They both enjoy their dynamic very, very much.

Anyways.

[divine-misfortune]

>:)

"a kiss pressed to the neck" w/mountain and zeph. do you see the vision. neck feathers . . .

Oh I saw. I saw and I ran.

Divider by @wrathofrats btw

Taking a moment to savor the warmth for a few more precious seconds, Zephyr pulled the quilt tighter around themself. Maybe if they just didn’t open their eyes the sun couldn’t draw them from the comfort of their bed and the tight embrace of one fast asleep earth ghoul. Down pulled to their nose, they breathed in the rich scent of sandalwood and pine. It only made the prospect of remaining in bed that much sweeter. 

Stirring even slightly, behind them Mountain made a low throaty sound. He was a heavy sleeper to everything but them it seemed. Pulled from the depth of slumber if they even so much as considered untangling from his death grip. He dragged them closer, his tail even coming to snake around their calf in another attempt to keep them in place. 

“Nn…’ephy.” Mountain mumbled groggily, lazily kneading his calloused fingers into the soft strip of belly left exposed by their hiked up shirt. “No go, stay.”

Zephyr breathed a partial laugh, not nearly awake for anything more full-bellied. 

“Can’t stay forever, love” they teased and stroked over the arm draped over their waist. Even with their eyes closed, limbs hidden beneath the blankets, they found the well learned path his muscles created. Zephyr dusted the tips of their fingers along them all the way down to the back of his hand, leading their fingers straight to the spaces between his. 

“Yes you can.” He huffed as sternly as a teddy bear like him could. Certainly stubborn as a bear, that was for sure. “Just gotta lay there.” 

On another morning they might have relented to his pouting but they truly didn’t trust Dew to manage the archive on his own. Distractible little water ghoul. The headache of refilling his days work would far outweigh the bliss of remaining where they were. They sighed and moved to lift his arm, sort of like unbuckling a seatbelt, but the earth ghoul was dead weight. Or maybe purposeful weight. 

He stopped burying his face into their bed messed hair, almost entirely pulled loose from the braid they’d put it into the night before, and grumbled. Audible displeasure with his mate’s attempted escape. They swatted him lightly when the tip of his nose dragged over the nape of their neck. Drinking in sun warmed cotton and autumn air in favor of the herbal tea he’d had each morning since his summoning. Mountain exhaled, damp heat of his breath making their skin prickle. 

“Mountain.” 

Zephyr tried to sit themself up but his hand had drifted. Flat against their chest, pinned between his body and unexpected strength.The next sound out of the earth ghoul was not low enough to be a growl, not high enough to be a whine. Some needy, irritated noise. 

“Shh…” He hissed. Voice still rough, he repeated “just gotta lay there.”

Ever a beast driven by a brand of love that was far from selfish, the stubble on his cheek scratched against their shoulder as he placed a clumsy open mouthed kiss to their pulse. One followed by another. Each just as lazy as the last. 

Zephyr squirmed but he didn’t relent. Fangs scraped skin and they cursed uselessly, stomach just doing flips with every damning kiss. It lurched suddenly when he’d managed to kiss high enough his nose had nestled into the softest of their feathers at the hinge of their jaw. They shuddered, unable to swallow down a gasp that only spurred him on. 

“M - ountain!” Their voice betrayed them just as their body had, breathing the slightest big heavier. A small pitch that earned a chuckle.

”Like when you sing chickadee…” 

They’d have scowled at him and the pet name that put fluttering wasps in the pit of their stomach. An annoyed funny feeling that made them want to curse a certain quintessence ghoul to heaven and back. But he nipped at their pulse with purposefully unglamored fangs to steal any sort of sour look off their face, intent on fueling the growing burn in their cheeks and stoking the heat at their core faster than their tired brain could comprehend. Not that he was faring any better - eyes drooping, inches away from dozing back off half draped over them.

Mountain groaned close to their ear, burrowing further into the sensitive comfort of their feathers. Tail now around their thigh, he tugged at them with an insistence. Pulling them closer to the tent slowly pitching in his boxers as he continued mouthing along their throat with a sedated hunger. That beast would wake properly later and they’d be forced to tame it, domesticate the very lust that fueled him but for now all they could do was let him take. And he took easily albeit lazily.

”My pretty bird.” 

[eros-ghoulette]

Such a moment

Fluff. Just fluff. (The GIF is random, but you'll get it if you read it)

Characters: Ifrit, Zephyr, Mountain, Aether Word count: 672

There was only one word to describe how their day had been: exhausting. Ifrit and Zephyr both collapsed on the fireghoul's bed. Ifrit's face buried into a pillow, his legs dangling over the edge; he let out a small noise that reminded the other of a baby lynx they once saw in a nature documentary. A chuckle escaped the airghoul as they thought about it, earning Ifrit's attention.

“What?” he asked, one eye closed as he turned his head to face his mate. Zephyr could only laugh more as they saw the incredibly adorable expression on his face and reached out to take Ifrit's hearing aid off, a small ritual of theirs.

“Nothing,” they said, giggling, “you’re just cute, you know?”

Even after all this time, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Zeph rarely said such things, and when they did, it always felt really special to Ifrit. He hid his face in the pillow again and sighed: “I need to shower.”

The airghoul nodded and sat up; their legs were hurting. Zeph knew they wouldn’t shower today. Not even bathing felt like a good decision to them. Walking for hours around the city without their cane hadn’t been a good idea, but here they were. Ifrit also pulled himself up now, tilting his head to look at Zephyr, a smile on his lips.

“Should I get us something to eat beforehand?” he asked.

“No, you'll go showering, I'll get us dinner,” they said.

“Okay.” The guitarist knew better than to say anything against it and stood up to pick up a fresh pair of pyjama pants. His hand brushed over Zeph's cheek before leaving the room.

The moment Ifrit left, Zephyr pulled out their phone, calling Mountain. While on the phone, they took their cane and left, heading for the kitchen. The tall ghoul helped them prepare a plate of sandwiches and carried it back to Ifrit's room. They walked past the bathroom, hearing the loud music Ifrit usually listened to when he showered.

“Can you also help me with the mattress, please?” Zeph asked, rummaging through the closet and pulling out a few blankets. They hissed as their knee cracked loudly.

Mountain nodded. “Sure, what do you wanna do with it?”

“Put it next to the bed.”

The drummer also helped with the rest, getting some chairs and attaching the blankets to form a cave. He also brought some fairy lights from his room to make the pillowfort more comfy, and then helped Zephyr to bring all the pillows from their room into Ifrit's.

When Ifrit came back to his room, he found the lights dimmed. The airghoul was nowhere to be seen. Ifrit felt himself grinning like a little kid as he saw the pillowfort, his tail wagging behind him. Just two minutes later, Zeph came back in a pair of black sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

“You like it?” they said, smiling as they saw the excited fireghoul. His hair still a bit wet and the scar on his head clearly visible under his freshly cut sides.

Ifrit rushed over and stole himself a quick kiss, practically bouncing with eagerness to crawl into the pillowfort.

They ended up sitting close together, their tails intertwined as Ifrit searched for a film to watch on their laptop, Zephyr munching on one of the sandwiches. He finally settled on Miss Undercover, a film both of them liked. Ifrit wrapped one arm around his mate, making sure that Zeph found a position that wouldn’t hurt them.

A few hours later, the only thing to be heard was their mutual purring coming from the pillowfort. Zeph spread out on their back, Ifrit's arm over their belly, his head on their chest, drooling a bit on Zeph's shirt. Next to them, an empty plate, just some breadcrumbs left and the turned-off laptop.

When Aether came to get them for breakfast in the morning, he couldn’t help but take a pic and let them sleep. He definitely wouldn’t want to interrupt such a moment.

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i died while writing this because they are too AHHHHHH and i wanna watch Miss Undercover and my legs hurt

@aweisz there you go

Reblogs are really appreciated

[damagedghoulette]

How come there’s barely any stories of disabled siblings of sin or new ghouls- We should have stories that are inclusive to everyone?

More underneath- please read (:

Suffer with stuff like being amputees, nerve damage, asthma, chronic pain, chronic fatigue, heart disease, deaf, blind, autistic, epilepsy, tourettes- list goes on..

Needing a walking stick?

Needing a cane to see for you?

Needing full crutches?

Needing a wheelchair?

Prompts you can use:

Being in the Infirmary with the Quintessence ghouls so much with whatever illness or disability, they try to make life as comfortable as they can for you?

A new sibling of sin who’s blind and keeps hearing people talk about ‘Ghouls and Ghoulettes’ and finally asking someone to take them to Papa to ask if they can touch their masks so they know what people mean

A papa who overhears a sibling talking to their friends ‘do you think Papa would allow a service dog?’ And he looks into it for them before slipping a note under their door later that night explaining a dog is a possibility but a ghoul could also work too?

When a new sibling of sin arrives and they only have one leg, the other being metal and the Ghouls are absolutely fascinated with it, the ghoulettes asking first because they’re bolder and the sibling explains everything

A sibling who’s chronic pain is so severe, a ghoul rushes them into the infirmary where they become close friends and helps with the sibling get over their wheelchair embarrassment thinking they’re the only one who has to use it so the ghoul takes them to meet Zephyr

(Please if you use any of these prompts credit for the idea or a link to this so people know!)

[dy6nsty]

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I’m a sucker for tall readers so here you guys go!

Nameless Ghouls & Nameless Ghoulettes x TALL! Ghoul! reader

Relationship— Romantic

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Alpha

Amused by the your height. But when it came to you using him as a resting spot he had the most judging look.

Allows you to do that in more private areas but will slap your hand, shoulder, arm, or chin off of his head if you’re doing that in public.

If you tower over him when he’s talking to other people he’s subtly smirking to myself. He likes it.

Play arguing when he suddenly sees you staring down at him he looses his ability speak for a moment.

He’s a decent 5’11 — 6’0, so being taller than him is just what makes him stare at you. You’re 6’3-6’5+? Dudes not looking for a second, he’s entranced for a decade. Full on '😨' emoji.

If something taller that he can’t reach he doesn’t bother to get anything to get it down, just asks for you to grab it for him. And if you can’t he’ll start teasing you for the hell of it.

Enjoys the fact you can wrap around him completely. Just nice that he’s in his own blanket except it’s you.

Had you drape over him and after a few minutes started patting your back because he couldn’t breathe anymore.

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Omega

Likes it. Just likes to look you up and down before holding a thumbs up and a smug smile.

When he’s standing behind you he’ll stand on his tippy toes for second to see how much taller you honestly are.

If you’re the tallest in the band he just silent cheers to himself. Genuinely shows off your height to other people.

Likes to see you try on his clothes or accessories. Also likes to try on your clothes and accessories.

Stands next to you on purpose so people can see yours and his height differences.

Pulls you down to give you kisses, or if he’s standing on something. Once jumped up to give you a kiss and banged his head into yours.

Wondered what your diet was or is because… DAMN what did they feed you to get you to that height?!

Prefers to lay on you instead, you’re like a long pillow to him.

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Ifrit

Smiley ass Ghoul! Saw you and was like “Hell yeah!” New member that just happens to horrendously tall!

I’ve just seen him twirling so I think he’d enjoy you twirling him around non stop. Walks over to you so you can spin him around because it’s fun.

Likes to get piggy back rides or hugging you like a koala so he’s lifted off of the ground.

Often times clings onto you in crowds or in any case of scenario he finds himself lost. You’re basically this guys beacon sometimes.

Almost tackled you down with a surprise hug. Took you by surprise and almost went timber with him.

Laughs whenever you hit your head on a doorway as if he hasn’t had the same problem before.

Stomps his way over while playing his guitar, actively trying to kiss you on stage. At this point Terzo can’t catch a break. “Oh they’re cooperating! Never mind they’re kissing again.”

If he can’t kiss ur face he’ll kiss your knuckles/hand, or he’ll just bite your arm out of boredom if he can’t reach ur shoulder.

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Zephyr

‘😨’ x2.

Honestly wouldn’t mind being carried around by you, it seems fun to him. Piggy back, bridal style, on your shoulders, sounds amazing.

Enjoys cuddling, especially spooning and where he gets lay in between your legs with his arms wrapped around your waist.

Likes it how you tower over him from behind or when you’re in front of him. It’s just a oddly satisfying feeling. Especially if you’re holding his hand it’s comforting.

Watches you stick out on stage with your height. Finds it easy for him to find you that way.

Sometimes you scare the shit out of him when you appear out of no where. Jumped out of his seat once because of that.

Likes to have you as blanket as well. You’re just perfect to him. Probably uses you as a pillow sometimes to.

Compares shoe sizes and hand sizes subtly so you don’t notice and mumbled a small “Damn.”

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Sodo/Dewdrop

At this point he thought Satan had something against him. There’s mountain but now there’s also you. (If you’re taller than mountain he’s throwing hands with the air.)

Has you crouch down sometimes so he can rest his head or arms on the top of your head like you do to him.

He’s not complaining when it comes to spooning or cuddling. With you wrapped around him he’s an automatic heater, at the max percentage. No seriously he’ll probably give you a heat stroke.

Flails around whenever you pick him up. He just doesn’t expect it when you hold him up like a toddler.

Uses you to grab other things. Asked you to help and it ended with him standing on your back.

Back to the towering of thing. He enjoys it because it makes him feel that he has some sort of guard dog with him. But he also doesn’t enjoy it because now you look like a damn titan next to him.

Has you walk around the ministry with him because he’s honestly hoping you hit your head on a doorway so he can laugh. (He loves you tho!)

Does enjoy being held by you when he’s trying to sleep. Very nice feeling.

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Aether

Sometimes hides behind you after messing with Sodo (again, always.) So you’re some sort of barrier while they go back and forth.

You wear his clothes. It’d be rare for him to wear your clothes, hes tossed shirts in your room because he likes to see you in his stuff.

Honestly chill with you being super tall. To him it has its perks and they’re all good.

Might confuse you and mountain depending on the height different between you and mountain.

Shows you off to everyone. Standing next to you 24/7, super proud of himself.

Compares your height with everything around him. Furniture, people, buildings, items, pillows, etc.

Enjoys where you’re both hugging each other. Your head on top of his with his head against your chest.

Hugs you from your waist always. Honestly dudes proud to have a tall mate.

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Phantom

Was so curious about you. Your height, the way you were so easy to see in crowds, drew him right to you.

Stands on his tippy toes or platforms to try and reach your height. If he can’t he’ll have you come down to his height.

Still enjoys kissing/biting your neck or shoulders. Somewhat of a secret spot since no one can really see there.

Tries picking you up even though you can probably pick him up easily. Not that he’s complaining to be carried around to wherever he wants like a prince.

Makes fun of your heights but procedes to talk about on how he loves. “How’s the weather up there?” It’s so old but so funny to him.

If you rest your shoulder/arm or chin on the top of his head he’ll do the same later. Except over doing it.

Pulls you down by your collar so he can kiss you properly. Gets cocky while doing it.

You take turns with who’s the little or big spoon, all depending on whatever the both of you feel like or is most comfortable.

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Mountain

Was quite happy to have another somebody his size in the Band. Was a little stunned when he first met you.

Although it’s nice so he doesn’t have to snap his neck to look down or kiss you.

Still picks you up to kiss you as if you guys have a huge height difference. Even if you’re taller than him he picks you up.

Now there’s two massive Ghouls walking around! Uses both of ur heights to an advantage to hide things like trinkets or snacks where other Ghouls / Ghoulettes can’t reach.

Enjoys curling up with you, where you both get into a spot of cuddling around each other with arms around one another.

Giddy about having a tall boyfriend. Stands next to you so he doesn’t have to tower over anyone else or stretch his arms down to far.

An actual unstoppable duo in monkey in the middle.

Uses you as a arm/headrest which you both take part in that scheme. He rests his chin on the top of your head and you rest your arm on his shoulder.

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Rain

Couldn’t be bothered about it. He likes the height difference.

Enjoys sitting in your lap or laying down in your arms while he talks with you or completes some stuff.

You and him go back and forth playfully with teasing each other about yours and his heights.

When you tower over him? Loves that shit, leans towards you subconsciously. Pressing his back against your chest.

Likes wearing your clothes but if he sees you in his clothes he just giggles to himself out of pure happiness. Matching clothing sets maybe , but it’s either to small for you or to big on him.

Will try to get things down on his own but if he literally cannot get something down he calls you over.

If you rest your arm on his head he’ll just stare up at you and try to mimic you.

Likes to lay his head down on your chest, complete draping his body over you like a blanket as he clings onto you.

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Swiss

Let out an audible gasp when he saw you. Teasing your non stop about being tall. Nicknames, jokes, anything and EVERYTHING.

Your height does not stop him from running across the stage to come over and try to bite your shoulder.

Jumps onto you for a hug. Comes running at you full speed with his arms completely open.

Skips around with you following around since you look like you could rock somebody in an instant.

Uses you like a blanket. Laying down? Not anymore because he’s sliding underneath you despite the fact he’ll be suffocated. But that’s okay to him!

Dirty jokes left and right. UP AND DOWN EVEN. “You’re pretty long, right?” Asked that with a dumbass look on his face.

Admires your hand and fingers. Moves them around until you notice the motions are the opposite of family friendly. Family making is a better phrase.

Makes stupid jokes like: “Why go to France when we have the Eiffel tower right here?” or “Who made you? Two damn trees from the forest? Or maybe even three I don’t know what trees enjoy.”

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Cumulus

HEART EYESSS. “So this is love….” Giggling and kicking her feet when she remembers you are so tall.

Kisses your hands, knuckles, arms, thighs, or anywhere she can grasp / reach!

But if you wanna lift her up so you can kiss her she’s giving you one passionate smooch. Pucker up buttercup. (I’ve been waiting so that for so long.)

Likes to switch masks with you every so often! But makes sure to leave lipstick stains before giving it back <3

Likes it when you come up to her platform. (That is if you can.) If not she’ll blow air kisses and small waves!

Pick her up and give her that princess treatment! Or even better: Queen treatment. (I love cumulus guys.)

Honestly wonders what you see up there compared to her world view. Like? The hell do you see, do you see in 0.5 vision?

Grabs onto your tail or arm to have you guide her around crowded areas / halls. Also enjoys to be the little spoon with you.

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Cirrus

She’s actually coming for your ass. (LITERALLY.) You’re gonna want eyes on the back of your head.

Clings on to you. Hug her from behind, front, side ways, either way she’ll cling onto you with a happy ass smile.

Piggy back rides will by far be her favorite.

Being around you gives her a confidence boost. Strolling around both you right by her side.

Pro at stealing and wearing ur clothes. Casually strolls around with something of urs on. Shirt, sweatshirt, hoodie, tanktop, sock, boxers, quite literally anything.

You leaning on a doorway? GOOD LORDDDDDD. She’s staring up at you with some outrageous thoughts goin’ through her mind.

Wanted you to dress up as a christmas tree for christmas holiday times. If you didn’t do that she did give you a tree headband.

Doesn’t really care on how you cuddle, all she cares is that she gets to hug you and you hug her.

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Sunshine

Not up for discussion she sees you and she’s tackling you unless you manage to catch her in your arms.

Likes to sit in your lap or on your while ranting about her day or any details that happened anywhere shes gone.

Casually says some of the most dirtiest jokes around you. Wide vocabulary to words that describe ur body.

Wears your closet whenever and wherever she can. Your clothes are genuinely comfy man. Rocking the duo of a top of yours + some boxers.

Likes kissing some of your stuff with lipstick, especially you^^

Laughed so hard when you hit your head pn a ceiling fan. Had to think about what just happened while catching her breath.

Eventually just decided that spooning was a good cuddling position since her bed was to small for you, and no one wants their dogs poking out.

Absolutley loving forehead kisses. Aswell as standing on your shoes so she can give you a sweet kiss.

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Aurora

Adores hour height.

Likes the dynamic you have: One of the tallest in the band, and shes the shortest / one of the shortest in the band! (I forgot.)

Big on physical touch. Holding hands, having you lift her up so she can kiss and hug you, resting your head on the top of hers, subtle hand on her waist, tail wrapped around her, she’s living the dream for it.

Dance with her. Twirl her around, keep her close, lift her up, she loves to dance with you ^^

Not ashamed to say she likes when you’re completely huddled around her like a protective blanket. She is in love it.

Gets flustered whenever you lean / tower over you. Awkwardly staring back up at you with widest of eyes.

Likes to have you carry her around while you walk around area to area. Pretends to sleep sometimes so you’ll carry her back to bed.

Whether you wear her marks or its the other way around she feels automatically prideful.

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Mist

Stares at you but is not willing enough to crane her neck every single time she wants to look at you. “Bend over.” Doest realize how that sounds.

Tends to lower you down to her height so she can talk to your or give you a small kiss.

Whenever she feels you behind her, whether you’re looking over her or at her she’ll look up at you with a confused look.

Loosing self respect if you lean on anything and look down at her. Now she means BEND OVER.

Calls you legs or lurch. If you rest your elbow on her head or shoulder she’s immediately throwing it out there. “Alright legs, we got many surfaces but I am not one them.”

Lowkey chill about it though. She almost gets a portable elevator for whenever she needs something.

The third musketeer who likes you as a pillow. It’s just comfortable that she can come back and lay her head down on you.

Likes when you wrap your arms and tail around her, laying your head on her chest. From your height and size she feels safe.

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how long did this take me exactly? good question.

[dewedup]

would you be so kind as to provide us with a Mountain sick-fic bc I have the Flu and I'm projecting on my tall guy 😔🙏

please enjoy sick!Mount, pack dynamics, tour travel, and a concerned Zephyr 🖤🖤🖤

as per usual a huge and loving thank you to @jimothybarnes for betaing and making me feel like I wrote the next great novel 🥰

(i may or may not have started a part two of possessive mount breaking zeph's heat when he's feeling better, it ties into the ending of this one so if that's something anyone's interested in reading let me know!)

1.8k of fluff, comfort and cuteness below the cut or on AO3 HERE

It starts with a tickle in the back of his throat. Mountain finds himself clearing it periodically throughout the day, but never getting rid of the foreign feeling when he swallows. It’s a small thing though, something he can push to the back of his mind while he focuses on sound checks, travelling and performing- basically everything related to being on tour.

He wakes up a day or two later and feels exhausted. His bones ache, his brain is foggy, the cold grip of a headache approaching from the edge of his consciousness. The tickle has doubled down in its presence, now tender and sore with every breath, word, or swallow. He feels like getting hit by a vehicle on the highway they’re driving down would be swifter and less painful than the illness working its way through his immune system.

He’s like a zombie, sleepwalking through the motions. Luckily, it’s just a travel day, spent moving from their last location to the next venue. He’s stuck on the bus for the entirety of the day, tries to spend time out in the lounge area with everyone else. But Phantom is loud and overly excited, peering through the window in utter delight as he points out the unofficial eighth wonder of the world.

They’re driving past the Grand Canyon, which honestly isn’t that grand, Mountain’s seen bigger canyons in Hell. Being a ghoul of the earth means he’s very fluent in geographic abnormalities, erosion and rocks. Instead of giving Phantom a lesson in his rocky background, which Swiss seems to be anticipating, if the roll of his eyes as he looks at Mountain is any indication, Mountain simply pats Phantom on the shoulder. He mutters good ghoul under his breath, and retreats to the sleeping bunks.

His rest is pitiful, he’s hot and sweaty, then he’s kicking the blankets off only to be greeted with a chill that seeps into his bones, limbs shaking at the abrupt changes in temperature. He never succumbs to complete sleep, lingering in a half-state of lethargy and just feeling poorly.

It might be minutes, hours or days later, when he feels a cool hand press against his forehead. He’s hallucinating now, because it feels like the hand of his mate, the same one that’s still at home, a disgusting amount of distance between them. He knows it’s not real, their sweet scent of licorice and fresh linen doesn’t fill his nostrils. But then again, he’s pretty congested, hasn’t been able to smell anything in the last day and a half.

Mountain whines as the touch moves from his forehead, shifting down to his equally heated cheek and offering the tiniest bit of respite from the fever. He’s sweating again, wants to rip his own skin off to escape the burning inside of him, when a light breeze seemingly appears from nowhere. It dances across his body, giving him the first sense of relief since he laid down in his bunk.

“Pietra,” the demon caressing his face coos, and Mountain truly must have died and went to Hell, because there’s only one soul who calls him the Italian word for stone.

He squints open an eye, meeting the concerned face of his mate.

“Zeph?” Mountain’s voice wobbles, cracking on the singular word, as tears threaten to fall. Zephyr takes a second to assess their situation before climbing right into the bunk beside Mountain, pulling their mate close.

Mountain rests his head on Zephyr’s chest as he lets out a few pathetic sniffles, mainly just feeling sorry for himself.

“We’re at the hotel, love. The others went inside, they didn’t want to wake you. My flight landed early so I’ve been here for a bit, setting up our nest.”

Nest. That’s right, in Mountain’s deteriorated state he forgot Zephyr was scheduled to go into heat any day now. The Ministry opted long ago to pay for a flight for them if Mountain was away, rather than deal with an aggravated air ghoul who would take their frustrations out on the abbey and all who stumbled across their path.

If Mountain let out a few extra tears at the thought of his mate, already on edge from their own rising hormones, putting their needs aside to care for him, well, neither of them speak on it.

Eventually, Zephyr convinces Mountain to leave the safety of the bunk and retreat to their hotel room. It involves a lot of gentle encouragement and a few filthy promises for when he’s feeling better. Mountain can’t smell anything, so he misses the slight bite to Zeph’s scent, the telltale sign of the beginning of a heat that they push down forcibly with sheer willpower, knowing Mountain is in no shape to fulfill their needs at this moment.

They share a bath, slightly hotter than Zephyr would prefer, but the steam helps to clear Mountain’s congested airways and the warmth soothing the aching in his bones. It’s intimate in a nonsexual way, how Zephyr lathers up a washcloth and takes their time rinsing the sweat and sickness from Mountain’s skin.

Mountain’s soon dry and in his pyjamas, a steady hand at the small of his back guiding him to the bed in the centre of the hotel room. True to their word, Zephyr had created a fine nest, bringing blankets from their den at home to create a soft spot for them to connect with each other. Mountain falls into the pile, burrowing his way to the perfect spot and collapsing into the down pillows.

Zephyr seamlessly joins Mountain, wrapping their arms around him in a big spoon position. It is something Mountain usually takes up in their shared bed, but his need for comfort is apparent and Zephyr isn’t too put out by getting to hold their mate in their arms like this.

Mountain falls asleep to the soft hums vibrating from Zephyr’s chest, his own purrs mixing in at the same tempo, every single part of their being made for each other.

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Mountain wakes up, lying awkwardly on a couch too small for his big frame. He’s confused, disoriented, and doesn’t remember where he is for far longer than he’d like to admit.

His brain feels foggy, his eyes landing on a bottle of water left on the table in front of him, the condensation having dripped to the table, creating a small puddle of liquid around the container.

The bottle brings back the memory of Zephyr braiding his hair on this very couch, enthusiastically agreeing with Rain as the water ghoul tried to force some cold medication in Mountain’s mouth. He remembers putting up a good struggle, managing to knock Rain back a few steps before Dew intervened. With Zephyr yanking on his hair, tilting his head back and Dew lying on top of him, bodily restraining his movements, Rain was able to slide home a few of the abnormally large pills. Mountain fought valiantly, but Rain pulled a demonic move covering his mouth and pinching his nose until he was forced to swallow, begrudgingly and with a promise of murder in his eyes. 

Apparently, the cold medication was exactly what he needed. While he isn’t at one hundred percent, he feels the best he can remember feeling for the last week. His achy bones are no more, and he can even breathe through his nose a little, picking up the lingering scent of his mate all over his body.

A loud noise from out the hallway catches his attention, and Mountain realizes that he had the best nap of his life in the green room of the venue they were set to perform at tonight.

Except, no one else is hustling around in the usual pre-show panic.

The green room is usually filled with excitement and adrenaline, packed with bodies, as Swiss hogs the mirror to apply his black lipstick. But it’s empty, the remnants of the pre-show hurricane evident.

Mountain hears the opening rift of Kaisarion and bolts up from the couch, looking around wildly for his costume, but it’s nowhere to be found. He can’t believe they didn’t wake him up, what the actual fuck is going on. 

He gets to the side of the stage much quicker than he would have in the state he was mere hours ago, looking out from the wings as his band feeds the energy to the crowd before them.

His eyes shift over his pack, watching as they back up Papa who’s already pandering to the sea of people. A crash of cymbals pulls his attention to the back middle stage, to his drum set.

It’s like a punch to his gut, but in the best way possible, seeing who is undeniably his mate, in his costume, playing his kit.

Zephyr isn’t a small statured ghoul by any means, it’s just that Mountain’s well… Mountainous.

His costume fits his mate poorly, they’ve rolled the arms up, displaying the sleeves of delicate illustrations depicting the fall of Christ, ink woven in their skin that Mountain has spent countless hours admiring. The pant legs bunch up where they fall, too much extra material with nowhere else to go.

Mountain’s heart skips a beat when he realizes Zephyr is shoeless, exactly how he normally performs.

It shouldn’t surprise him that Zeph is a natural, they’ve spent long hours in the rehearsal room with Mountain, watching him work through tricky sections or just putting his own twist on Papa’s work. He’s filled with love, admiration, and just an all-around feeling of mine while watching his mate perform with his pack.

Mountain eventually just settles on the ground of the side stage, sitting cross-legged and just enjoying the show from his secret little viewpoint. He laughs along with the jokes Papa pulls out of his ass, his smile unshakeable as he watches Dew tease Rain from this angle. Swiss is chaotic, he usually only sees him leave his platform from the corner of his eye, unsure of what exactly the multi ghoul gets up to, but now he has his answers. He’s usually so focused on his own performance he doesn’t get the chance to just sit and watch the magic happen, and it is magical, the atmosphere they craft together and the beautiful music they create.

During Miasma, Zephyr opts out of a solo in favour of handing Dew and Phantom a drumstick each. Mountain grins wildly, watching lovingly as Zeph orchestrates with their free hands while keeping rhythm with the kick drum. They encourage Dew and Phantom to bang away at the snare and cymbals, Mountain cringing slightly at the force of some of the hits. A little wear and tear won’t tarnish the memory working its way into the deep recesses of his brain though, as the utter joy and happiness bubbles over into a delighted, trilling laugh when Zeph tosses him a smirk and secret little wave.

[justrandomghoul]

Swiss x Dewdrop: I Would Never, Ever Hurt You

The post that started it all

Angst, hurt/comfort

I made some changes to the original idea, but the idea somewhat stayed the same.

Dewdrop is struggling with the changes of his new element and packmates.

Dewdrop hid at his sanctuary, the ministry's roof, where he could be alone and not be bothered by anyone. He had been going there almost every night ever since his elemental transition. Mountain and Aether had been treating him as if he were a ghost that they couldn't see haunting the halls of the place they once called home. It no longer felt like home since their packmates were banished to the pits and the loss of their Papa.

He felt like he had no other choice: either accept the transition or have his mates be banished...or worse. Dewdrop couldn't bring himself to finish that thought. Despite his sacrifice and weeks of agony, his mates treated him with such coldness. After he recovered, he went into the greenhouse to talk to Mountain and help out like he used to as a water ghoul. Mountain screamed at him to get out and that Dewdrop would set the place ablaze. Dewdrop burst into tears and quickly fled the greenhouse, seeking refuge in his room for the remainder of the day.

Aether also behaved differently; he wouldn't raise his voice at Dewdrop, but he acted as if Dewdrop had died and that Aether was in mourning despite Dewdrop standing next to him. As they did the dishes, he told Dewdrop that he wished Dewdrop hadn't made it and that the fire ghoul was just the shell of the one he used to love. It devastated Dewdrop. He was alive and right next to his mate, but his mate refused to believe that his mate was right there. Aether would watch the fire ghoul with such sadness and devastation that it would make a vengeful spirit weep.

The Cardinal showed kindness to the newly transitioned fire ghoul. He had been taking care of him like his packmates should. The Cardinal saw to it that Dewdrop was well-fed and that his room was kept at a cold temperature to prevent Dewdrop from overheating himself. He also insisted that Dewdrop called him 'Copia' and not by his title since "they are going to work together after all". After Dewdrop finally confided in Copia about the treatment he had been receiving from his mates, Copia berated Mountain and Aether for the treatment of their packmate, who went through weeks of agony for them.

Then the Summoning took place. Sister Imperator ordered the Cardinal to summon a new water ghoul and two air ghouls. Dewdrop watched as they summoned a water ghoul. When the water ghoul appeared, it made Dewdrop ache. The water ghoul was perfect, not a single imperfection on him. He introduced himself as 'Rain' to his future packmates. Dewdrop didn't hate Rain, but the ghoul before him unknowingly triggered a sadness of who he used to be. He used to be beautiful, and now everything he used to be was burned away. Then the air ghouletts were summoned. They were mated and protective of each other. The way they refused to leave each other's embrace made Dewdrop smile; it was sweet in a weird way to watch. They introduced each other as 'Cirius' and 'Cumulus'.

But then something unexpected happened. Out of nowhere, the portal opened again and revealed a multi-ghoul. He trailed not far behind the ghouletts, essentially hitching a ride. A multi-ghoul was extremely rare to encounter, and summoning one was even more so. Dewdrop froze as the multi-ghoul turned his gaze to him, his warm brown eyes reflecting what made Dewdrop feel vulnerable, but didn't feel threatened. The multi-ghoul introduced himself as 'Swiss' and was welcomed with open arms.

After the new arrivals settled in, Dewdrop observed from the sidelines as they interacted with Mountain and Aether, leaving the fire ghoul to himself. He got the hint that he wasn't welcome and left the den feeling dejected. Every day, Dewdrop saw how everyone interacted with one another as if they had been packmates for a long time. They treated Dewdrop as if he wasn't there or that they forgot about him. It caught the attention of Swiss. He saw how lonely the fire ghoul was and how the pack treated him. It made him furious, and from that point on, he swore to himself that he would protect Dewdrop and make sure that he felt loved.

It started as something small, such as helping Dewdrop when he was left to do the dishes. Dewdrop was silent as he cleaned a plate; his long hair hid his face. Swiss wordlessly grabbed a towel and started drying the dishes that Dewdrop had cleaned. Dewdrop turned and looked up at Swiss in surprise. Swiss turned and looked at Dewdrop before smiling at him and continued drying the dish. Dewdrop was silently thankful for his help, but didn't understand why Swiss bothered.

Since then, Swiss began to assist Dewdrop whenever possible. He wordlessly helped the smaller ghoul carry equipment, helped him with his daily tasks that would take the fire ghoul too long to complete, and included him with whatever leisurely thing the pack was doing after a long day of practice and chores. Mountain and Aether continued to distance themselves from Dewdrop, even going as far as protecting Rain from him, despite Dewdrop having no ill feelings towards the water ghoul. After weeks of neglect from Mountain and Aether, Dewdrop gave up and decided to protect his heart from being broken again.

He was so tired of being ignored and sometimes being yelled at by those who used to love him, which is why he took refuge at his sanctuary, a place where no one could hurt him. Feeling utterly defeated, Dewdrop lowered his head and hugged his knees to his chest. The ghosts of his pack plagued his broken mind and heart. He longed for Ifrit's fearless nature and tender heart, yearned for Zephyr's gentle voice and embraces, and most of all, he missed the love Mountain and Aether used to have for him. What he did for them, he did out of love, but they were too overwhelmed by grief and anger to see that.

Dewdrop was about to allow himself to cry when he felt someone behind him, causing him to gasp and turn his head to the presence. He turned and saw Swiss standing hesitantly in front of the window Dewdrop climbed through.

Swiss smiled as he spoke apologetically, "I apologize for disturbing you. I had no idea you were here. I heard that we can see the stars more clearly this time of the year, and I wanted to see them for myself." He hesitated before speaking up again. "Would it be alright if I joined you?"

Dewdrop smiled half-heartedly and patted at a spot next to him. "I wouldn't mind at all."

Swiss grinned and sat down next to the fire ghoul, barely touching him. Dewdrop avoided the multi-ghoul's gaze by looking down at the weather-worn tiles. He didn't want to be rude, but he didn't want to be close to Swiss.

Swiss must've felt Dewdrop's uneasiness, because he politely looked away to look up at the stars. He spoke in wonder, "It's so beautiful up here. You could get lost just by trying to find a single constellation." He turned to look at Dewdrop who refused to look up. "I could get lost finding you."

Dewdrop turned to look at Swiss. His expression betrayed the confusion and vulnerability he felt.

Swiss looked back at Dewdrop before continuing, "You're as bright and beautiful as the North Star."

Dewdrop blushed and looked away. "You have no idea what you're talking about." He insisted.

Swiss dared himself before moving a bit closer to him without touching him. He smiled as he spoke, "I may be new, but I've been around and I know beauty when I see it."

Dewdrop felt tempted to stand up and leave, but couldn't bring himself to, as he felt the multi-ghoul's genuineness and decided to hear him out. He barely spoke above a whisper as he spoke, "If you saw who I used to be, you wouldn't be saying that."

Swiss frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Dewdrop couldn't meet his gaze and decided to look at Swiss's shoes to avoid his eyes as he spoke. "I'm not who I used to be. I used to be beautiful...like Rain." He shakily took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm not a fire-born. I used to be a water ghoul. I used to be beautiful. They decided that I wasn't good enough and that I had to meet their expectations. They took away our pack and I sacrificed myself to keep Mountain and Aether safe."

He wiped a tear away before continuing, "I gave up myself to save them and in return, they act like I died...they act like I'm not here." He sounded defeated. "They would rather mourn who I used to be rather than to accept what I've become."

Swiss hesitated before gently placing his hand on top of the smaller ghoul's. Dewdrop couldn't bring himself to pull away; he missed the gentle comfort. When Swiss saw that Dewdrop didn't reject him, he gently ran his thumb across Dewdrop's knuckles to comfort him. "You changed elements? I-I didn't think that was possible. How...did it..."

Dewdrop sounded pained as he spoke. "It was painful. I felt like I was dying and I guess a part of me did. I had no choice, I had to do it to save them. We had already lost so much and I couldn't bear to lose anyone else. I did what I had to do...and I guess they resent me for it."

Swiss was too horrified to say anything. He had a feeling that something happened that caused a shift in the pack dynamic, but he had no idea of the pain the fire ghoul went through to protect the pack. He wanted to throw punches at Mountain and Aether. How dare they treat their pack member like that after all he did for them to keep them safe? How dare they add more pain? Swiss anchored himself to not lose himself in his anger.

Dewdrop touched his neck where his gills used to be. The black lines that now adorn his neck. Swiss's eyes watered as he saw the scars he never noticed before. He wanted to kiss them away. Dewdrop saw that Swiss was looking at the scars. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I know, it's not a pretty sight to see."

Swiss slowly raised his hand, checking to see if Dewdrop would pull away. When Dewdrop gave no indication that he objected to his touch, Swiss gently tucked Dewdrop's hair away from his face behind his ear and caressed his cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from the ghoul. He couldn't bring himself to speak above a whisper, as if he feared that if he spoke any louder, Dewdrop would vanish. "You're beautiful."

Dewdrop's expression turned into shock. He couldn't bring himself to speak.

Swiss took his silence as permission to continue. "You're as beautiful as the morning sun."

He couldn't bring himself to speak above a whisper. "Like the sun, I burn everything around me."

Swiss slowly leaned closer. "Like the sun, you shine."

Dewdrop slowly leaned in, mirroring Swiss. "Like the sun, I'm painful to look at."

Swiss leaned closer, their lips barely touching. "Like the sun, I embrace your warmth."

Dewdrop closed the remaining distance between them. A soft gasp escaped from his lips as they kissed. Swiss wrapped his arms protectively around Dewdrop, wanting nothing more than to protect his sun. Dewdrop gently cupped Swiss's face in his hands. The gentle touches felt like small suns. After a few heartbeats, they gently pulled away from their kiss to look into each other's eyes. Swiss's brown eyes started adoringly into Dewdrop's ruby reds.

He spoke softly into his ear. "My sun and stars."