thinking about phantom and how he reacts to storm replacing swiss. he is cold, he can't help it, but he knows he should be nice, knows that its not this ghouls fault. he tries to hard to remind himself of when he was fresh and dew had so much hatred for him. he tries, but now he sees red just like dew had.
"how did you do it?" he asks, joining dewdrop outside the venue, holding his hand up to take a drag from the fire ghouls cigarette.
dew smirks and holds it out to phantom, making him move to his fingers and make eye contact with him while he takes a deep breath. "do what?"
phantom blows out the smoke, eyes closed. "accept me in the pack. get over aether being gone."
dew looks forward, kicking a foot up on the wall to lean against. "i never got over him being gone."
phantom tries to catch his eye, but its no use. he sputters, "--no, i know that, but how did you, you know--" phantom makes weird hand motions like some reasonable answer will just appear. dew laughs softly.
"i take it this is about storm?" phantom just nods, looking down.
"i dont want to hate him. but i dont want to get to know him, either. it makes it all feel real. makes me feel like swiss isn't just waiting for us at home, you know?" he breathed out, looking up at the dark sky, trying to catch a star.
dew is silent for a while, so long that phantom thinks he's forgotten about what he asked. dew stands straight, flicks the bud on the floor and stomps it with his shoe. "just got used to you, i guess. got used to the notion that everyone leaves, and there isn't anything i can do about it. aether would have wanted me to be happy."
phantom groaned. the one time dew gave him solid advice and he wished for anything else. "that's not very helpful."
"i never said it was. you asked me how i did it, and thats how."
phantom closes his eyes, bringing a hand to his neck where his mate mark still lies. "i can still feel him if i try hard enough, you know."
dew smiles, his own mark from swiss gaining awareness as well. "me too."
phantom lets out a sob. "it crushes me everytime. to feel his mark but not him."
dew sighs, turning to the ghoul for the first time that night. "that does get easier. turns more into a feeling of love than loss."
phantom scrubs a hand down his face. "how do you know that?"
dew looks away, and phantom swears he can see the glimmer of a tear in his eye. he is silent again.
"i had a pack once." he whispers out.
phantom chuffs, turning his head in question. had a pack once? phantom remains silent, urging to ghoul to continue.
"back when i was water," he starts, "before swiss and rain, even mountain."
"what happened to them?"
dewdrop breathed out, a hand coming to rub at the side of his neck, the side he never let anyone touch besides aether. "they're all gone. sent back to the pit. aether was the last one, and now its just me."
phantom tried to speak, he did, but he couldn't get any words out. loosing your whole pack? phantom couldn't imagine the pain.
"i feel them, all of them. and i keep going because they can't. i do the same with aether, and now swiss."
"will you tell me about them? your old pack?" phantom whispers out.
thinking about Mountain and his huge antlers and how the rest of his pack like to try and hang stuff off them without him noticing….
Dew likes to hang old guitar strings and see how many he can loop around before Mountain finally feels something tickling him. He has learned that bass strings are his best way to go.
Swiss is a little devil and likes to put the girls underwear or sports bras and sees how many he can put on Mountain before someone looses it and bursts out laughing.
Rain is more carefully with it, placing vines and sticks on the tallest part of his antlers, decorating his ghoul in his element (this makes rain the champion of this game, as it is harder for mountain to detect his own element until he inevitably looks in the mirror and sees the mini forest rain has placed).
Phantom likes to use Cumulus’ extra yarn and makes his own version of a cats cradle. Bonus points if it’s one of those really thick and fuzzy threads of yarn.
Cumulus always has a hard time with this game because she is prone to laughing. Seeing the earth ghoul walk out of the den with her underwear, vines, bits of yarn, and guitar string always blows their cover. But sometimes, she will sneak into Papa’s room and steal some of his tealight candles and place them in the smaller holds of his antlers. (& sometimes Dew even lights them, carefully, of course).
Aurora likes to tag along with Phantom, finding fun scraps or small forgotten pieces of last weeks board game and try to plant them on Mountain. He once walked around the entire day, and even attended Mass, with two plastic figures from Candyland stuck on the top of his antlers.
Cirrus prefers to watch. She is coy, no doubt, but she likes to be part of the action. While Swiss undoubtedly creeps up behind Mountain, she will smile and come over to the ghoul and occupy him. Mountain wants to retire to his room after an early lunch? She will grab him and take him out to the gardens and give him a back rub.
And Copia? Oh does he love this game. His favorite accomplishment was putting one of his baby rats on Mountain’s antlers, a couple sprouting pieces forming the best seat for the little rodent. All was well until dinner time came around and the little guy wanted some action, effectively jumping off Mountain and landing on his plate, in the smack center of his mashed potatoes. Mountain jumped so hard he fell off his seat.
in my mind, swiss decided to go back to the abbey to save phantom.
The abbey was falling apart, and poor aether and cumulus just couldn’t keep up. They needed someone else, they needed another quintessence ghoul. aether bit the bullet and told Frater about it, who immediately phoned the pack.
they were all silent after they hung up. they would be losing another ghoul. phantom stood up on shaky legs, heading back to his bunk, starting to shove things into his small rugsack.
“wow, bug. hold on, now” mountain stated
phantom sniffles, “who else would it be? i’m the newest member, only fair”
“we still need to talk about it. you have a say”
poor phantom started crying, the telltale of a wobbly lip making all the ghouls coo at him.
perpetua sat at the front of the bus, giving the ghouls space but still present if they needed him. He had thought they all went to sleep with how quiet they had gotten.
“i’ll go” swiss whispered, looking up to meet the eyes of his pack
“what?” dew shrieked out
swiss shrugged. “i’m one of the oldest, and i’m strong with my quintenssence. it’s not fair, i know. but someone has to go. bug is doing so well this tour, i can’t take that away from him”
a tear trailed down mountains cheek, dead flowers and leaves falling from his horns.
swiss smiles softly, a hand coming up to cup his cheek. “it’ll be okay, big guy. i’ll be waiting for you guys when the tour is over, hm?”
everyone was quiet that night. they all cuddled together, limbs and tails tied together. perpetua let them be, taking his brothers advice and not trying to wake them up.
in the morning, the ghouls woke up and swiss was gone.
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read this post from @miasmaghoul and immediately had to write this. that sound you hear is me bawling in a corner.
imagine how proud copia is of his little phantom. i know he calls every night to hear about how they are doing and is always praising his little bug for stepping up and helping with the ritual. i just know that all the ghouls can feel him smiling through the phone.
also aether is so proud of him for helping heal dewdrop. perpetua can’t be in the bus when they call because copia will start bitching at him for letting one of his ghouls get hurt.
tags: Alpha Ilya Rozanov/Omega Shane Hollander, A/B/O dynamics, scenting, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, hockey injury, hidden relationship
summary:
When Shane goes down on the ice in a game against Boston, no one thinks any differently when his rival, Ilya Rozanov, stands still on the ice while he is carried off. Obviously, someone should have. Separated from his hurt omega and with no one to turn to, Ilya does the one thing he's never done before: beg.
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Or, No one knows that with the exception of a mating scar on his neck, Shane is a mated omega. (To Ilya).
Read under the cut or here on a03.
It had all happened so fast. One moment, Shane was racing down the ice with the puck, effortlessly getting past Boston’s defense line, and in another—he was knocked out on the ice.
The Metros all hopped over the bench racing towards Shane, refs pushing away stray Raiders players who all stopped in their tracks after the omega had hit the floor. The impact was loud. Marleau was shaking, torn between his loyalty to his team and his instincts, but the refs called it a clean hit, and it was. Hollander just didn’t see him coming.
The medics slid in, moving Shane onto a spine board and lifting him onto the stretcher, carrying him off the ice. He looked so small and defeated with the neck brace on, hands twitching, eye brows furrowed.
Ilya couldn’t hold himself together. Not like he should be. On the ice, Hollander was just another player, an obstacle to the Stanley Cup. But off the ice? Hollander was everything to him. But his omega had thought of everything, like usual, and made him promise that if something like this were to happen, he was to act normal and keep their cover. Ilya had agreed because Shane had asked him too and Ilya was weak for him, but now he was kicking himself. His omega was hurt badly, and he couldn't even hold his hand.
The game was cancelled. All the alphas were unsettled and it was deemed too dangerous to continue such a brutal sport. Both teams were herded back into the dressing rooms, the air tight and uncomfortable.
But most of all, Rozanov was making it worse. The captain bullied himself into the room, door hitting the wall so hard it made the team jump. “ебать!” He yelled, throwing his helmet loosely towards the direction of his cubby. “Что мне, блять, делать?”
Everyone gave their Alpha captain some space. He was loud and brash on a good day, but this was new territory. His scent was seeping out from underneath his scent patch, making all the alphas on edge, instincts clashing at submitting to their recognized alpha or fighting for dominance.
“Cap,” Marleau whispered, hands up in a placating gesture. “You’re stressing everyone out, buddy. Deep breaths, okay? I’m sure he will be just fine.”
Ilya just bristled, his hackles rising, “Shut the fuck up.” He growled out, eyes threatening to take over to alpha red. He needed to get out of this stupid locker room and figure out where they were taking his omega. But it wasn’t that easy, was it?
Eventually, his team poured out of the locker room, bidding their captain farewell as he sat still in his gear. Only when he was alone did he change, hands shaking so bad he almost forewent his socks and shoes. He heard the other team in the hallway, and one voice stuck out to him the most. Hayden Pike.
The alpha shot out of the locker room, catching Pike as walked towards the parking garage. “Pike,” Ilya growled, hand reaching out to grab him on the shoulder, anything to not let the other alpha see him shake.
Hayden spun around, eyes wide, shrugging his hand off his shoulder. “Not now, Rozanov. Alright?” He said, eyes sharp. Ilya actually took a step back, holding his hands up. He shook his head, casting his eyes down.
“No no, I’m not here to—uh, Christ! English is hard,” He said, his hands fumbling around to make his answer appear. “I just wanted to know, if you know anything. About Sh–Hollander.” He grimaced at his slip-up, Shane would have killed him. “About Hollander.” He repeated, finally looking up at Pike.
Pike looked at him for a second. “What do you care? It was your friend that hit him.”
Ilya had to control his breathing. Being reminded that one of his closest friends and teammates brutally knocked out his omega was not helping him at the moment. He shook his head and tried to hold back a whine. “I know, alright?” He snapped, “Trust me, I deal with him already.”
Rozanov looked like he was going to start talking again but Pike cut him off. “Look,” He said, running a hand through his hair, “I’ve got to go see my friend at the hospital. I can’t deal with your rivalry shit right now. They are having a hard enough time with him right now as is and I need to go help.” Pike turned away to walk back to his car, but Ilya was faster.
“Woah, woah, Pike, stop.” He said, getting in front of the alpha and putting a hand out, mere inches from his chest. “What do you mean, having hard time with him? What’s wrong?”
“It’s none of your business, Rozanov.” Hayden seethed out, eyes gaining a red hue.
Ilya nodded, putting his hand down. He had to be strong for Shane, he had to respect what his omega wanted and him coming out to Hayden was not something he wanted. Even if that meant letting Pike go help his omega instead of him. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from his game bag and shakily wrote his phone number on it and handed it to Pike.
“Call or text me about his, uh, condition? Yes?” Ilya asked softly, making the other alpha do a double take.
“Sure, Rozanov. I’ve really got to go.” Whatever Hayden was feeling about Rozanov, he had to admit it was sweet of him to be so worried about Shane. He figured, in some odd way that he hated, Rozanov had known Shane longer than he did. He shook the thought out of his head and made his way to the hospital.
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“Mr. Hollander’s family?” A young nurse announced, walking into the visitors seating area.
Yuna, David, Hayden and Jackie all shot up out of their seats. “Yes, that’s us.” Yuna said, hands twisting over each other. David rested a soft hand on her shoulder.
The nurse looked over them with an odd look. She clicked her tongue, looking over the file in front of her before looking back up again. “What are your names?”
All four of them shared a glance before looking back at the nurse. “I’m Yuna, Shane’s mother, and this is his father, David.” She paused, raising an eyebrow. “This is Hayden, Shane’s teammate and his wife, Jackie.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Something wrong?”
The nurse began to look uncomfortable, which only made everyone else worry. “Is, uh, Shane’s Alpha here?”
Yuna let out a breath. “I’m his mother, the family alpha.”
She nodded, lips pursed. “Do you know when his alpha will be here?”
“He doesn’t have one,” David spoke, looking between his wife and the nurse.
“According to his adverse reactions to our medications and his behaviors, all signs indicate to him having a strong bond with an alpha.” She said, “He has become extremely agitated and will go into distress if we can’t get his levels down.”
All four of them remained silent, shocked. The nurse continued, “If there is anyone he was close to at all, please give them a call. Or, if any alpha’s have recently gotten antsy after hearing about him getting hurt.” She turned and walked back into the hospital hallway, leaving them standing there, stunned.
“Hayden?” David asked, turning towards him. “Shane was always quiet about all that stuff with us. Did he mention anyone to you?”
Hayden let out a breath and took a seat, a hand coming to rub over his face. “Uh, no, no. He never liked to talk about that stuff. Didn’t wanna be treated differently.” Hayden stopped, hand shooting to his phone. “Let me, uh, text some guys on the team, they might know.”
Walking through the hospital, Hayden couldn’t believe what he was thinking. There was no way, right? When the nurse mentioned any alpha’s getting antsy, at first he didn’t think of anyone. No one on the team acted any differently when Shane got hurt compared to any times anyone else did. Shane hated Ilya, right?
The brisk air greeted him outside the hospital, his breath catching. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. Cursing softly, he pulled out Rozanov’s number and dialed it. It was answered on the first ring.
“Pike?” Rozanov questioned, “Is you, yes?”
“Mhmm, it’s me. Yeah. Shane’s got a bad concussion and a fractured collarbone.” Hayden murmured, taking a deep breath — he couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “Listen, you’ve got to be honest with me right now.”
“Okay.”
“Are you and Shane…” He stopped, shaking his head. “Are you his Alpha?”
There was silence over the phone, but Hayden could hear him breathing heavily.
He continued. “I’m not trying to, you know. Whatever. What I feel doesn’t matter right now. Answer me, Rozanov.”
“Yes. I am, alright? I don’t want to hear it, Pike. Please. He didn’t want anyone to know. Just tell me what’s going on with him, okay? I can’t stand—”
“Get here, now. He needs you.”
Rozanov just whined and Hayden almost felt bad. “I–I can’t, I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone. And his parents—God, his parents. They hate me, Pike. They won’t want me there.”
“Shit. I’ll handle his parents, okay? Don’t worry about it, promise. Shane is going into distress soon if they can’t calm him down. His mom can’t help him anymore, it has to be you.”
“Distress? Fuck. I’m coming right now.”
Hayden walked back up to the visitor room, finding that everyone had moved into Shane’s room. Yuna and David immediately looked at him and he shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking softly on the balls of his feet.
“Listen, I, uh. Called someone. They are coming right now for Shane.” God, he was regretting his promise to Rozanov. This was awkward as hell.
“Well, who is it? Do we know them?” Yuna asked.
Hayden couldn’t help a chuckle and Jackie whacked him on the arm. “Uh, yeah, yeah. You know them. It’s Ilya.” He paused when they didn’t recognize the name. “Rozanov.”
Yuna and David were about to shout, when Shane let out a terrible whine. They all gathered around his bed, Yuna just itching to grab his hand. She knew better though, Shane was bonded to an alpha now.
“Ilya,” He whined, eyes finally opening to show bright omega gold.
At that display, Yuna and David quieted down their remarks. Now was not the time to challenge their son’s chosen mate. “He’s on his way here, honey. Your alpha will be here soon.” She said softly, a tear rolling down her cheek. Her baby had found a mate.
As if he heard Shane whine, Ilya burst into the hospital room. He was frantic, only physically settling when his eyes found Shane. He simply itched to touch him, but he had to get approval from Shane’s parents first. “Uh, Hi. Hello.”
As the family alpha, Yuna stepped forward. “Hi, um, I’m Yuna. Shane’s mother.”
Ilya smiled and reached out a hand for her to shake. “Yes, Ms. Hollander, Shane has told me about you. All good things.”
She smiled as well as she could right now. “Call me Yuna, please.” She shook his hand, pulling it towards her to hold it. “I know this is terrible timing, and we still have a lot to talk about, trust me. But if Shane has chosen you, we choose you.”
David smiled as well, reaching out to shake the younger alpha’s hand. “Looking forward to getting to know you, Ilya.”
Hayden decided to end this already awkward moment. Shane was getting worse by the second. “Come on, let’s leave them be. Shane needs him more than we do right now.”
As soon as the door shut, Ilya rushed towards his omega. “Shane, моя любовь” He cried, “I’m right here, Omega.”
“Alpha,” Shane whined, “Hurts.”
Ilya ran a hand through his soft dark hair, holding his head softly as he rubbed a thumb across his cheekbone, smiling at the array of freckles. “I know, baby, I know. I’m so sorry you’re hurting. Let me help, yes? Alpha is here.”
Shane just nodded, leaning more into his alpha hand. He was so warm and smelled so good, a perfect combination of Ilya’s naturally musky scent and brief notes from the cottage. God, he missed their bed. He didn’t realize he was whining until he heard Ilya shush him, one of his huge hands coming around to grasp the nape of his neck. The alpha didn't squeeze, he knew better than to scruff Shane without his consent, but the domesticity of the hold was nice. “Settle down, my love. I am here, yes?”
Shane kept his eyes closed, shaking his head. His breath stuttered. Ilya raised a brow, using the hand not on his omega’s neck to tap his cheek. “Do you, uh, need?” He asked softly, fingers moving softly along the smooth back of Shane’s neck, some twirling his hair. Ilya knew Shane usually hated being scruffed, the forced submission never sat right with him, no matter how relaxed he felt afterwards. Ilya only offered it because Shane was still riding the line of distress, and sometimes there was nothing that would take him back except this.
“I’m sorry,” Shane whispered, turning away from his alpha as much as the hold would allow.
Ilya clicked his tongue, immediately grasping Shane’s chin and tilting it back to him. “No sorries, моя любовь. I give whatever you need, yes? Is just us here.”
Shane nodded his head. “Yes, I think I need it. I got so scared, I didn’t think they would let you in here with me.”
Ilya laughed, “Yes, well, thank Hayden for that.”
Shane hummed, eyes falling closed for a minute. “Can you lay with me?” He muttered, hand fisting Ilya jacket. “I want you near, please?”
The alpha shot a look back at the door, relieved to see none of the Hollander’s standing out in the hallway. He nodded, shrugging off his jacket and pulling it over his omega, who was slowly scooching over to the other side of the bed. Eventually, Shane was tucked into Ilya’s side, it was a little weird given Shane had to cuddle up on his other side given the arm sling, but they made it work. Ilya directed Shane’s head to the crook of his neck, another hand coming up to grasp his nape. “Still want?”
The omega simply nodded, nuzzling further into Ilya’s scent gland. Usually, the alpha made him verbalize his request for this, but his omega was tired and close to distress. He nodded, kissing Shane’s forehead. His fingers tightened, squeezing one of the most vulnerable parts of his omega. Shane couldn’t help but stiffen, but his alpha ran a hand down his back, shushing him quietly.
“Is just me, omega. I’ve got you. Settle and come back to me.”
Shane relaxed in the hold, sinking further into Ilya’s side. The alpha mumbled praises on deaf ears, knowing that Shane was deep in his headspace and couldn’t understand him, the deep sound of his voice always brought his omega peace. Shane started to let out a soft purr which encouraged Ilya’s own rumble to start.
Almost an hour later, a soft knock on the door brought both of them back to reality. The nurse from earlier stepped in, smiling softly at the pair.
“I hate to break up the nice moment, but I’m afraid I’ve got something I need to discuss with you.” She shut the door softly behind her, cautious to Shane rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. “I figured it would be better to tell the both of you first.”
At that, Ilya went rigid. Her tone meant something was wrong, right? There was no other reason as to why she was acting like this. He breathed in Shane’s scent again, his brilliant alpha nose trying to detect a trace of anything, something wrong that didn’t belong. He almost whined, but the nurse spoke again, noticing his distress.
“There is nothing physically wrong with you, Shane,” She started, “Just, um. You’re going to have to have a heat soon.”
Now, Shane was the one who went rigid. “What? Why? It’s the middle of the season, I know I’m benched with my shoulder and head, but I just had my heat a few months ago. I’m not due for a while.”
Shane, unlike most Omegas, hated his heat. He just felt so wrong inside his body, not being able to control his mind and remember what he says never sat well. It stressed him out to lose control like that. He hated all the sensations and cramps that came with his heat, and for some reason, he experienced a lot more pain than the typical amount. Sometimes his body craved his alpha’s touch but he couldn’t have it, feeling like his skin was a live wire and he would die if something even came close. It was torture.
The nurse sighed. “Unfortunately, your body is going to start to reject most of the medicines we gave you when you first came in due to your bond with your Alpha. Once we received your bloodwork, we stopped all those medications, but it was too late. Despite not having a mating mark, your body believes you are mated, and it will expel the medicines that go against that.”
Shane just sunk further into the shitty hospital bed. He knew this was a possibility, in the very back corner of his mind, but he pushed it away. Acknowledging this required him to tell someone, someone close to him, that if something bad happened and he needed to go to the hospital, to let them know he has an Alpha. But he didn’t want anyone to know, not even his Alpha parent or his best friend.
He just swallowed his hurt and looked back up at the nurse, actively avoiding the look Ilya was giving him. “How long do you think I have before it hits?”
“Guessing how badly you reacted to the medicine and bordered on distress, I’d say you have maybe 3 or 4 days before you will start to feel it. Maybe a week until it hits you fully.”
Shane just nodded and the nurse saw herself out. It was the sound of the door shutting that broke Ilya out his trance.
“A heat? So soon after your last one, моя любовь. I am sorry.” The Alpha ran a hand through his omega’s dark hair, knowing all too well how painful his omega’s heats could be. “I take time off, be with you.” He concluded.
Shane jerked as much as he could in his sling. “What?” He shrieked, “Ilya, you are in the middle of the playoffs. You can’t just leave your team for almost two weeks to be with me. You’re the captain!”
Ilya just shook his head. “No, no. That doesn’t matter now, okay? You are mine, Shane. You are hurt and I, cannot just, ебать!” He cursed, shaking his head. “I have to look after you, care for you. Please. I don’t know in English, sorry. It’s hard.” Ilya cursed some more under his breath, hating that he couldn’t find the right words. “Talk later, yes? Have time.”
Shane could see it in Ilya’s eyes that he was near tears and figured that this conversation could stand to wait a bit. Ilya, despite what he says to the public, is actually very good in his English now, and Shane knew that him hiding behind his lack of understanding meant that it was all just too much for him right now. If anything, Shane definitely understood what feeling too much could do to someone.
Shane crooned, a unique omega sound reserved for mates and children, pulling Ilya back to him and shuffling so his alpha had no choice but to stick his head in the crook of Shane’s neck. Surrounded by his omega’s scent, Ilya very quickly found sleep.
However, Shane did not. He was planning, as always. First, he needed to figure out how to tell his parents about Ilya and the impending heat. Second, console Hayden about the fact that he and Ilya were now a package deal. And third, and most importantly, figure out how to keep Boston off their backs while Ilya was with him for half a month or so.
hc that when they used to play at smaller venues, certain ghouls cough cough mountain, aether, & ifrit cough cough would get really possessive when papa would kneel down and get closer to the crowd, even touching some of them or kissing their hand. mountain would growl behind his kit and aether and ifrit would immediately break position and come up behind their papa, knees rubbing up against his back.
after the show, papa would be pulled into the ghoul dressing room and the three ghouls would growl and chuff while re-scenting him, saying how they hate when the fans get to touch him and that their gross scent sticks to his skin.
they would pull him to sit on the small couch in the backroom, dew placed on his lap with a pack of makeup wipes. the ghouls would demand that papa wear their clothes, papa leaving the venue donning mountains hoodie and ifrits sweatpants, aether's beanie pulled over his head.
papa, of course, knows that his ghouls are possessive. but he loves the treatment, so at the next show, he might just lean even closer, get down on the floor even lower....just too see what they will do, to see how far his ghouls will go for him.
currently can’t stop thinking about oversensitive!dewdrop.
he loves being edged, so much, but after his elemental transition, he can barely take it. Someone in the pack will have to let him cum at least twice before he will be able to hold off and take it.
if they thought he was jerky before?? both mountain and aether have to hold him down if rain decided to keep riding him after he cums.
god forbid swiss buckles his uniform coat on just a bit too tight, for his own entertainment, of course. Dew will suffer through the whole ritual, nipple piercings rubbing just deviously every time he moves. Afterwards, in the dressing room, swiss pulls him onto his lap in front of the whole pack and plays with his oversensitive buds, the whole pack cooing at him to just take it, honey. we know you love it, while fat tears roll down his face.
thinking about how when aurora was summoned, he wanted to fuck her so bad, but knew that he had to build up his stamina. mountain and rain tried to help him out, but when aurora found out, she bust in and rode him until he was a crying mess on their bed.
aether loves to watch him squirm, naturally. sometimes he will pull dew into his lap and make him warm him while he is doing paperwork in the infirmary. no matter how still dew sits, after about 15 minutes of aether’s fat cock inside him, he will cum without fail.
and sometimes, phantom and aether use their quintessence on him so that he simply can’t cum, and if that doesn’t drop him into subspace immediately….just desperate to be good for them and do as he is told (or just lay there and take it, not like he can change anything hehe).
as always, everything written is consensual! & if anyone would want to see one of these turned into a fic, sent me a message! or, feel free to write one yourself (in which case i would always love to read that too)
overheard someone in my uni class talking about how they cry when they get overwhelmed because it is the only thing that helps them besides a tight hug but they usually don’t have anyone around them when it happens.
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my mind immediately went to freshly summoned phantom who gets so excited about everything and follows Swiss and Dew to every attraction on tour…indulging in everything earth has to offer. but sometimes, after a long ritual and a cold night out, everything becomes just too much for the poor bug, and he doesn’t know how to handle it, so he cries. He remembers watching Rain cry one time and how Mountain said he would feel better afterwards.
Phantom thinks about Aether strong arms and his engulfing hugs, yet not sure if he could come to the ghoul and ask for one. Or even Mountain, who seems to always have a ghoul hanging off him. Poor Phantom doesn't know its okay to ask for help.
