Hi! Thought I'd introduce myself before I get to posting anything I write ^^
Names Gabriel but a lot of my friends call me Iffy.
I've been writing on AO3 for a while under the handle of Sicalmore. I don't have the energy to post little micro fics on AO3 as their own books, so I wanted an outlet for my shorter ideas!
Will probably be 18+ bcs a lot of what I write is smut, but I will occasionally drop some fluff here and there.
I will eventually try to take requests for one-shots between Ghouls if this blog gets enough traction! :)
If one of the younger Ghouls asked about his life, Omega would probably brush off the question without a second thought.
After all, what was there to know?
The newly summoned Ghouls always had some unrealistic and wild ideas about what topside life would be like; comfortable living quarters, warm food, shelter, the possibility finding a mate.
It never failed to make Omega's stomach clench and twist itself into unrelenting, painful knots whenever a new arrival asked anything about mating.
He'd always reluctantly tried to answer questions from nagging Ghouls or Siblings, but it wasn't worth the memory of the heartache that came with recounting the loss of his own mate.
At least that's how Omega saw it.
If any of the younger Ghouls asked about Alpha, Omega would surely pause.
He'd think for a few moments, a flash of emotion behind his violet eyes – what emotion exactly, he couldn't quite place – before, once again, brushing off the question as crudely invasive.
Truth is, Omega didn't exactly know what had exactly happened to his mate. Though he'd heard a rather persistent rumour that had been carelessly floating around the Abbey since the loss had taken place.
Over a decade ago, Omega had awoken in a cold sweat. He could almost feel the searing, agonising pain pumping around his body, biting at every nerve and scrambling his thoughts. His heart raced, eyes watered and claws buried themselves deep into the silk bedsheets.
But most notably overall, the sinking pit of emptiness that weighed down his hammering heart.
The pain had been indescribable. He'd been confined to his sleep chambers for months; writhing around on his bed in unrelenting, all-encompassing loneliness and agony. Every night, he'd find himself crying out fruitlessly for his missing mate. For hours on end he'd remain awake howling Alpha's name; begging and pleading for his love to come and soothe him.
Only after those months of isolation did he come to find out what had caused his month-long bout of anguish.
Alpha was gone.
Sent back to the pits, from what he'd heard. Apparently he'd gone feral on Imperator and she'd banished him for his disobedience.
Omega always thought the story was utter bullshit. He knew his mate. They had been mated since day one; stuck together like glue since their summoning. Alpha wouldn't just go feral without reason, and Omega knew that better than any Ghoul, Sibling or Clergyman.
If one of the younger Ghouls asked about Alpha, Omega would brush them off.
But between the growing anger that came with the defiling of his long-dead mate's name, and the pangs of empty loneliness that the severed mating bond still burdened him with to this day,
He still felt the same fondness for the memories of his mate.
Still remembered the way joy would spark a grin across Alpha's usually stoic face, and how the other's hands felt resting atop his hips when they embraced.
The pain would never truly go away, and Omega knew that. But at least he was left with the bittersweet memories of the snarky Fire Ghoul he'd been lucky enough to call his own for many a century.
A request from a friend on discord a few nights ago <3 I love these two n it's a shame there's so little about them online.
Word count: 593 words
"Fuck!"
The sudden burst of exclamation almost shocked Aether out of his skin, jumping away from his partner like he'd been electrocuted.
"What?" He finally managed to gather his brain from the puddle it'd melted into moments beforehand, "What's wrong?"
Ifrit didn't move; his arms crossed under his forehead, back and chest heaving under the intensity of every intake of breath. Aether couldn't help but settle his eyes on the Fire Ghoul's dusky nipples and prominent chest.
As Aether watched, his partner raises his head from his forearms, eyelashes wet with unshed tears, cheeks stained with soft pink as the flames of his gaze licked at Aether's consciousness.
"Nothings wrong," reassured, Aether deflated slightly, only to perk up again when Ifrit continued, "I didn't tell you to stop."
Shaking his head with a shaky intake of breath, Aether watched his bandmate settle into position again. Forehead nestled against his arms, knees pressed deep into the white silk of his bedsheets, denting the mattress under the effort of holding up his hips.
Presenting himself so wonderfully for the Quintessence Ghoul.
His mate.
In that moment, Aether thought he must be the luckiest Ghoul in the Abbey – blessed by Satan himself – Ifrit could be nothing else but a gift.
Leaning down, he bent himself over his mate's waist, his chest pressing firmly against the other's as he nudges the head against Ifrit's clenching hole.
Aether presses a gentle kiss to his nape, reassuring the other of his presence, the tension trapped in Ifrit's shoulders seemed to melt away with every hot press of gentle, full lips against his heated skin.
"Beautiful," he whispers, his hips pressing on until he felt the warm flush of Ifrit's flesh against his stomach, listening to his beloved cry out as his body was breached, "So gorgeous, bellezza,"
The room felt hot – humid. He could feel the Fire Ghoul's body warming under the palms gripping the flesh of Ifrit's hips. The heady breaths and gasps for air wrapped around the two Ghouls in a thick blanket of lust, both eager to hear every noise the other had to offer.
"Move," Ifrit pushed back against Aether's hips, an indirect urge to push forward and give both of them what they wanted, "Fuck me, Aeth."
The sudden spark in his chest – be it lust, affection or passion, he couldn't quite put his finger on it– melted his brain once more. Aether felt his body move of its own accord; grabbing the other Ghoul's thin waist and driving himself deeper and deeper into him.
Shouts of pleasure and shock cascaded from Ifrit's slack jaw like water, filling the room and pouring into Aether's ears. The gasps and moans only serving to spur on his frenzied movements.
"Aether!" The cry was wet, ebbed with the tears that had finally started rolling down the Fire Ghoul's flushed cheeks.
No matter how many tears were shed during their sweeter sessions, Aether knew his mate greatly enjoyed enjoyed the closeness that came with making love rather than heartless, rough fucking.
Eventually, cries and moans melted away into mewls and sighs of soft pleasure. Aether's strong hands encompassing Ifrit's pecs, kneading the supple muscles with his fingers.
"You're so very gorgeous," he offered once more, silently delighting in the way Ifrit's eyes finally brightened at the comment, his senses returning to him as the waves of his orgasm finally settled.
"Don't even try it, Aether," his voice still faltering slightly, evoking a good natured laugh from the Quintessence Ghoul, "flattery won't get you anywhere."
