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[artificialmoth]

Explicit || No warnings Swiss/Phantom || Trans Phantom, No penetrative sex, Grinding When Swiss had snuck into the bathroom with him earlier, stripping and snuggling up behind him in the shower, Phantom was weak to his words. He hadn't even questioned when the briefs he’d picked out before getting in the shower, were missing and replaced with the panties. Swiss had only grinned impishly when Phantom eyed him.

Not being cross posted yet bc i dont have the brains for it </3

@skele-bunny

Phantom whined, unable to bite the noise back. The dizzying sight of Swiss’ hard cock pressed against his underwear — a pair of frilly, cute lilac panties Swiss had gifted him a week ago. They were comfortable, but not anything Phantom would usually reach for. But, Swiss had presented them to him so sweetly.

When Swiss had snuck into the bathroom with him earlier, stripping and snuggling up behind him in the shower, Phantom was weak to his words. He hadn't even questioned when the briefs he’d picked out before getting in the shower, were missing and replaced with the panties. Swiss had only grinned impishly when Phantom eyed him.

Which led them here. Phantom settled on his back in Swiss’ bed, nestled in the pillows, feeling overheated.

Swiss knelt between his thighs, legs tucked up over the multi ghouls hips comfortably. One hand holding Phantom’s hip,thumb rubbing over the bone of his hip, the other holding his cock, hot and heavy, the tip pressed snugly up against Phantom’s clit, even through the underwear.

“Swiss…” Phantom would deny how whiny he sounded, later, looking at Swiss, looming over him. Swiss just offered a grin, more baring his teeth than anything.

“What's wrong, buggy?” Swiss crooned, tone all too sweet for a man with his dick in hand.

Phantom opened his mouth to respond, but all that left him was a low whine when Swiss slowly rolled his hips forward. Thumb pressing the head of his cock down, the ridge rubbing deliciously over Phantom’s clit. Head tilting back, Phantom sighed, knees tilting outward, spreading his legs further for Swiss.

“You're gonna — get them dirty.” He finally forced out, dragging his eyes down to look at Swiss. His voice cracked, all too pitiful to his own ears.

“That's the point.” Swiss practically purred, rutting against Phantom again. A bead of precum welled up and smeared, darkening the lilac fabric. Phantom could feel himself getting wet from the meager stimulus — it was less the feeling and more the intention. The concept.

Sighing, Phantom arched, pressing his hips up as much as he could. Swiss didn't let him move long, pressing his hips back down, big hand spreading across the front of his pelvis and forcing him back down.

“Stay down. Lemme play.” He rumbled, leaning over to press a tender kiss to Phantom’s jaw. Whining, Phantom relented and settled under Swiss, trying not to pout. The sly smile Swiss gave him as he straightened up, told Phantom he wasn't successful.

Swiss resumed the slow roll of his hips, head tilted down to watch. Phantom couldn't keep his eyes away, either. Focused on Swiss’ hand, the way his thumb kept his cock pressed firm to Phantom. The way the tip was growing shiny, each slow rut darkening the fabric of the panties further.

Sighing shakily, Phantom worried his bottom lip between his teeth. Swiss seemed just as enraptured, sighing through his teeth. After a moment, he leaned slightly, spitting just onto the head of his dick, huffing softly.

“So pretty…” Swiss murmured, voice uncharacteristically rough for how little they've done. He leaned back on his heels, hand moving from his dick to rub generously over Phantom's dick, the soft fabric of the panties somehow abrasive with the pressure. Phantom could only gurgle out an incoherent moan at the delicious pain-pleasure, brows drawing together.

“Gettin’ so wet for me…” He rumbled, twisting his hand to rub his index and middle finger further down, the pressure over Phantom's hole making him whine. “Almost can't believe you're just quint.” Swiss pressed harder, the tips of his fingers pressing into him, pulling the crotch of the panties tight as he pressed the fabric into him slightly.

“Swiss.” Phantom whined, feeling his face twist into some sort of expression. Surely not flattering, but Swiss just looked at him, practically with hearts in his eyes.

The multi offered a sweet croon, taking his hand away and smoothing his palm along the inside of Phantom’s thigh, high up, near the junction of his hip. “What's wrong, sweetheart?”

If Phantom were more clear headed, he'd be able to identify the degrading tone. As it was, he just whined breathlessly, “Please.” He pouted up at him, watching Swiss’ eyes soften minutely. 

The pressure returned as Swiss shifted up onto his knees further, resuming the lazy rubbing. “Yeah… I've got you, baby.” Swiss rumbled, smoothing his hand back up Phantom’s thigh, squeezing, before returning to his cock.

Phantom reached down to try and offer himself more relief, only to have his hand cruelly caught. “More — Please, more.”

Swiss grinned, leaning over him, crowding him down against the bed. Pressing a sweet kiss to Phantom's cheek, Swiss chuckled. “So demanding…” He murmured, pressing his nose into the side of Phantom’s face, before pulling away.

“I could just slip right in, huh?” Swiss teased, shifting closer on his knees, tugging the gusset further aside. Using his thumb to hold it in place, the rest of his hand flat on Phantom’s thigh, fingers dimpling the skin. His other hand held his cock, rubbing the tip along Phantom’s folds, sighing pleasantly. “Think I'll only be able to get the tip in, huh?”

Swiss’ eyes flashed at him, and Phantom made a truly pitiful noise. He didn't have the ability to argue — he knew, logically, that he could take Swiss with no problem. Swiss wasn't the biggest Phantom had taken, not by a long shot.

Swiss pressed in slightly, groaning quietly. “So tight.” He mumbled, squeezing Phantom’s thigh appreciatively. The pressure eased up abruptly as Swiss adjusted, instead rutting his cock against Phantom properly. When Phantom managed to look, it was obscene.

Swiss was already shiny with his slick, the panties stretched to the side to make room, but the head of Swiss’ cock still pressing up into the fabric from inside. Creating an obscene little bump in the fabric with each thrust, dampening the fabric more and more. And then Swiss adjusted, letting go of the gusset and settling it back in place, over his cock. He kept his thumb pressed over the top of it, keeping him pressed close.

Moaning helplessly, Phantom’s legs went limp, sliding off Swiss’ hips. The multi ghoul only chuckled, free hand moving, slightly wet with Phantom’s slick, smoothing up Phantom’s chest. Rucking his shirt up, calloused fingers finding his nipple.

Phantom still didn't have much sensation in his chest, but he still appreciated the effort, sighing shakily. Swiss’ fingers smoothed over the scars, feeling along the inverted T-shaped scarring under his pecs.

All the while, Swiss continued grinding lazily. Phantom was slick enough that there surely wasn't much friction, but each bump against the underside of his little dick was enough to make Phantom drool. When Swiss scooted in closer, pressing his cock down further, Phantom groaned. The ridge of Swiss’ cock offering a delicious, wet friction to Phantom’s cock, making his stomach jump and tense.

Swiss chuckled breathlessly, hand sliding back down over Phantom’s belly. It only made his stomach sink in a bit more, shying away from the ticklish touch.

Phantom finally found control of his arms, reaching to hold onto Swiss’ forearms with both hands, needing grounding.

“Please — please.” Phantom pouted up at him, needing more. Needing to feel Swiss filling him up, desperate for the fullness Swiss teased him with.

Swiss didn't provide it.

He continued the lazy grinding, sighing happily and rolling his hips up luxuriously. Through half-lidded eyes, Phantom could only watch helplessly.

Unfortunately for Phantom, it didn't take long before Swiss’ hips stuttered slightly. He managed a few more long grinds, pressing closer, before he was hunching over. Shoulders caving in, his breath shuddering. Dragging his eyes down, Phantom watched as Swiss came into the panties. Blurts of white soaking quickly through the already saturated fabric, darkening it rapidly.

The heat spread next, and Phantom moaned, head falling back against the pillows behind him. Swiss continued rutting for a moment longer, before pulling out. Had Phantom been looking, he would've seen the obscene way his slick connected them for a moment, before snapping off as Swiss inched back on his knees.

Swiss settled the gusset of the panties back in place, before rubbing slowly. Smearing his own cum against Phantom, rubbing circles into his little dick. Phantom whined, eyes fluttering, helpless to the pleasure. His legs twitched, starting to close, before Swiss’ hands smoothed over his thighs, finally easing up on him.

Both of Swiss’ hands were slightly sticky, and under normal circumstances, Phantom would be grossed out. Sighing shakily, he pried his eyes open to look at Swiss pleadingly.

Swiss just crooned sweetly at him, leaning down to kiss him softly. Phantom was a little too loose to properly return it, but he appreciated it all the same. Huffing a whine, Phantom squirmed, wiggling his hips slightly.

Swiss’ hand returned between his legs, rubbing the soaked fabric against his hole, pressing in teasingly. Phantom groaned, brows pinching together pleadingly.

“Swiss.” He pouted, eyes fluttering slightly. Swiss laughed, fingers slipping up higher. Teasingly skirting past Phantom’s clit to slip two fingers into him. It was a luxurious stretch after having nothing in him all night, pressing into all the right spots.

It wasn't until Swiss retracted his fingers, tracing them around Phantom's stiff clit almost teasingly, just to press back in again, did it click what he was doing.

A wet groan tore itself from Phantom's throat, head tilting back so far he felt the points of his horns press into the pillow behind him, "Fuck-"

"Feelin' good?" Swiss murmured, using his thumb to press against his clit. Phantom whined, a strangled sound high in his throat. "Yeah you are."

Swiss leaned down, pressing a kiss to the front of Phantom's throat, a sly grin crossing his face. Teeth pressed against his throat, making him swallow hard. Phantom had already been high-strung the entire time, and Swiss once more pulling his fingers out to scoop his own cum out, fingering it into Phantom, this time spreading his fingers, was just enough.

Legs trembling slightly, he started to close them, fingers clenching in the sheets as he came, soaking around Swiss' fingers. Swiss laughed against his throat, easily working Phantom through his high.

"Can I take a picture, baby? Show the others how messy I got you?" Swiss pleaded, so sweetly. When Phantom pried his eyes open, blinking the stars from his vision, he found Swiss looking at him eagerly. Golden eyes bright and hopeful, and well… Phantom doesn't mind showing off.

The moment the picture was taken, and presumably sent to the others, Swiss flopped down on top of him. Dropping his phone off to the side, Swiss purred and rubbed his cheek against Phantom's.

Voice still stalling in his chest, Phantom just nodded. A warm feeling in his tummy when Swiss lit right up. Pulling away, if only for a moment, to grab his phone.

"Love you, buggy." He rumbled, tucking his nose under Phantom's jawline. Phantom purred in his chest, tilting his head against Swiss' indulgently. Their tails tangling together, Phantom couldn't even be mad at the slowly cooling slick and cum on his cunt. Content and comfortably warmed, pressed into the bed by Swiss' bulk, his eyes slid closed.

The last thing he heard was someone running down the hall to Swiss' room, and the door quietly clicking open. He was out before he found out who it was, unfortunately.

[artificialmoth]

New summon Rain angst

@skele-bunny

not proofread but I got dared to post it so :3

Rain being summoned right when half the pack is gone and Dews still in a coma. He never meets Dew as water, Aether and Mountain are touchy about Dew already. They're distant with everyone new, but especially Rain.

Rain doesn't know it then, but it's bc while everyone else is replacing someone in their pack - notably, the ghoulettes replacing Zephyr - they aren't replacing a ghoul that's still alive and tangible. Rain is.

He's summoned in a shaky time for the pack as a whole. He tries to get closer to Mountain, feeling that draw for an earth ghoul, but Mountain snubs him.

It feels like betrayal, getting close to Dews replacement, when Dews life is still in the balance.

Rain eventually develops resentment for Dew. He's never met him - none of them have been allowed into his hospital room - but he *hates* Dew.

When he's particularly lonely - because the ghoulettes are busy together and Swiss isn't around - and upset, hurting bc the one ghoul that, objectively, should *want him*, is ignoring him. He wishes Dew would *die already*.

He regrets it when Dew wakes up, fire and finally able to walk and come home. When he's shaky legged and weak still.

He doesn't regret it when Dew glares at him, hisses and ignores him more than Aether and Mountain had.

Rain had spent so much time on his own, had tried so hard to be *wanted* by them. He's learned so much by himself - he had to learn how to work the tub bc no one taught him, and he burned himself more often than not. He had to find out where food is, and how to make things. How to get dressed in his uniform, how to walk on land.

No one taught him about the lake, or how to keep his scales shiny and smooth or his gills and fins from drying out. He's sick by the time Dews fully recovered. But he doesn't know his parts for playing - no one taught him, and he doesn't know how to glamour his hands so the webbing is gone, he cant play with the webbing in the way.

He's hurt and alone and he wants Mountain, he wants someone, to want him. He isolates himself bc he can't stand to see all of them happy, now. The ghoulettes and Swiss have been embraced, folded into the pack so easily, and Rains on the outskirts of the pack.

He gets close to Copia, at least. They're both new and unsure of their footing, shaky and left on the outside.

Dew eventually comes around. It only takes another week for him to get sick of how bad Rain looks, before he's up and showing him everything he should've been shown sooner. He didn't know it was bc Aeth and Mountain couldn't look Rain in the eye bc Dew was half dead in the hospital bc of him, not until they mentioned it.

and God, rain not being able to talk makes it worse. He doesnt know if they know how to sign, let alone if they could understand the adjustments he's made for the webbing between his fingers. He doesn't know how to write or read yet, no one taught him. He couldnt express his wants and needs as easily until Dew sat down to teach him to read and write, showed him how to glamour his hands so he can play, showed him where the good snacks are, the lake, all the little things that help keep him from drying out.

Rain carrying that feeling of dismissal all the way through practice and into tour. Hides when he feels eyes on him, refuses to let anyone help him.

Even if Dew showed him things to help, it isn't enough. When Rain runs out during tour, he doesn't know how to ask for more. Doesn't know if that's allowed, and Dew doesn't need it anymore so he doesn't even realize it.

Doesn't notice when Rain hides in his room if they aren't pairing up, or in his bed when they are. doesn't realize when rains staying glamoured longer and longer, and when he isn't, he itches at his finds and gills.

Rains sick and suffering, dried out and unsure if he can even ask for help. Resigning himself to hiding, and waiting until they get home so he can sink himself in the lake.

It's not until hes paired up with Mountain for the night, when mountain leaves for a while to go out with Dew and aether, and comes back to find Rain up still. It's late and normally he's in bed early.

He's in the bathroom, hands shaking as he inspects his gills and finds, dry and irritated. He's bleeding a little, his scales are flaking off and dull. He looks miserable, teary eyed and rubbing at his gills on his neck. Trying to refrain from scratching but it itches so so so badly.

And Mountain asks where the different fancy creams and lotions are, the ones he helped Dew find, some he made for him. The ones he applied to Dews fins and gills himself.

And Rain looks over, and his expression just crumples as he signs that he ran out. He'd tried to make it all last - he'd been sparing in what he brought on tour, scared to take room on the bus. So he tried to make it work with a small portion of his usual routine, didn't realize how bad it would get. Hotel water is chlorinated, it doesn't have the same minerals as water at the ministry does. It just made him dry out faster, and stings when his skin split.

Luckily, Mountain had Vaseline, knows it helps in a pinch. He keeps an Obscene amount on him during tour bc his hands dry out. Applies it to the sore spots, the patches of skin and gills that were too dry and flaking a little. Feels his heart crack when Rain just silently cries bc it makes it stop hurting as much.

It doesn't make everything go away. Mountain makes sure to clear time to get some replacements for Rain, tells the others so they can hopefully keep up and get new bottles if he runs out and doesn't say anything.

It doesn't fix how tight the uniforms are and how uncomfortable Rain feels sometimes, squeezed into the clothes. He feels hot, sure, but by the time the set is over, he's crawling out of his skin.

But it makes it easier. His skin isn't dry, he's not achy and sore anymore. It helps

[artificialmoth]

Some Alpha/Omega angst (past relationship, implied reunion)

This is Heavily based off the one video I saw of someones mom calling their dad(her ex husband) to say goodnight and him sounding so heartbroken :3

@skele-bunny

Anyways Omega and Alpha being broken up for years, they avoid each other, hell even stay in separate wings of the ministry. To Omega, he's convinced it's bc Alpha never really cared. Alpha was always a little more reserved with affection, both verbal and physical, it's what started to lead them down to a breakup.

And Alpha, well, he's sure it's bc Omega hates him. That he wasn't enough, and Omegas hated him since they broke up.

And Omegas the one to call, sort of wanting to see what Alpha might say, if he picked up at all. Calls him when it's late, around the time Omega knows Alpha settles for bed. Exactly thirty minutes after sundown.

And... Oh, Alphas so confused. Answers anyways, bc what if Omega needs help?? And Omega just tells him "im just calling to say goodnight." And initially it worries him, but Omegas tone is clear. It's nothing to be that concerned for.

And... It is nice to hear Omegas voice. Already settled in his nest, Alpha sinks down, "really? Just -.. just to say goodnight? Haven't called in a while.." he tried to ignore the way his voice shook, especially when Omega hummed in agreement.

So he keeps talking, "was -.. it was a nice day out. Smelled like a storms comin."*Anything to keep Omega on the line longer.

But it falls flat, because Alphas tired and confused and his chest aches something fierce. His eyes are stinging and his throat is tight, he wants to cry, to beg Omega to come and hold him, bc Alphas never liked storms topside.

But when Omega repeats a goodnight, Alpha returns it, and then it's quiet. Omega hangs up, sits with that little realization. The oh moment of how deeply Alpha misses him.

The way his voice sounded, how sad he sounded. Wounded, like they'd just broken up yesterday.

And maybe they get back together. Maybe Alpha learns to be more expressive, even if it's in private. And Omega learns to see the ways Alpha loves him, and appreciate it.

Or maybe they don't, and stay apart. Still avoiding each other, but neither of them can deny how deeply they miss one another.

[artificialmoth]

Pointing at you

Gimmie Phantom/Ifrit propaganda. Right neow. NnEEOWOWOOWOWOW!!!! IN MY HAND!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAAA im always ready for phantom/ifrit propaganda :3

Phantom's the pretty new ghoul & Ifrit's been round for a while. He's part of the unofficial welcoming committee, he takes a LOT of pride in being the one to welcome new ghouls into the Abbey. He loves his job in welcoming any new ghouls, be it new summons or transfers.

but he ESPECIALLY liked welcoming Phantom. Phantom hadn't been summoned before, and as the most eager ghoul, Ifrit was tasked with showing Phantom the ropes of living up-top. He oversaw anything Aether couldn't do - stepped in if Aether was pulled away, or wasn't able to clear his busy schedule.

They got close, and fast. Ifrit's less of a mentor and more of a friend, he loves sneaking Phantom out to go to the nearest town, as Ifrit's one of few ghouls trusted with a fake license and unrestricted car access.

They're SO close you'd think they knew each other in the Pits or something, but really its bc of how good Ifrit is at disarming people. He's insanely charming, and already plenty kind. Its beyond easy to trust him!

He helps Phantom with guitar, and his blocking and overall stage presence. Likewise, Phantom shows him the easier ways to break into Mounty's stash without him knowing, and they spend PLENTY of nights tangled together, high as all hell.

When Phantom leaves for tour, its a bit emotional. Not only are they leaving his formal mentor, Aether, but he's gotten SO close with Ifrit. Dancing around some deeper feelings - Phantom wasn't sure how to make a move on a ghoul like Ifrit, part of him doesnt feel like hes deserving of Ifrit's love, and Ifrit not wanting to make a move on Phantom bc he doesn't want to start anything before Phantom has to leave.

Ultimately, mid-tour, Ifrit and Aether sneak to attend a show bc Dew wasn't doing so hot and Ifrit could tell Phantom was starting to really feel it, too. Nothing Ifrit and Aether did could've ever prepared Phantom for tour, frankly.

They got to watch rather than play, admiring their ghouls on stage. It was all coordinated, so they'd be backstage when the ghouls + papa would be finishing up the encore.

Everyone expected Dew's reaction - very much angry-happy, tackling Aether and practically climbing him in his excitement.

NO ONE expected Phantom to do the same. Dropped everything and RAN to Ifrit. And, naturally, Ifrit caught him. Twirled him around and squeezed him nice and close. Phantom started crying right away, mask still on. Ifrit had to help him get it and his balaclava off so he could breathe, and Phantom didn't even hesitate when he grabbed Ifrit and pulled him into a kiss.

Everyone teases them for their first kiss, just lightly. Its perfect, and they both like to talk about it. Ifrits a bit more dramatic about it, acting like Phantom dipped him low and kissed him. But really, Ifrit was holding Phantom up and didn't expect it.

theres definitely a picture of how ifrit looked after. naturally.

[artificialmoth]

Weird freak sequel to the Swiss phantom thing and like either solo thing with whoever getting the picture and having to cum all over their screen about it (ily solo porn)

Or whoever comes in at the end gets told to sit on the floor and be quiet bc bug is ASLEEP! While Swiss makes them jerk off (or finger themself idk what anatomy this ghoul has) with the cum slick mixture. Clean phantom up a bit, make good use of it

YEAA

this took forever(long enough for u to forget abt it smh smh /j)

continuation of this

Explicit || No warnings || 1.7k Solo Mountain || Masturbation, Light somno (masturbating with someone else asleep in bed) Mountain huffed with another chime and buzz from his phone, rolling over to glare at it where it rested innocuously on his nightstand, lit up to display a new text from Swiss. Narrowing his eyes, he weighed his options. If he wanted to wiggle an arm out from the comfortable warmth of his blankets wrapped around him — made warmer by the hot body pressed against his side, Dew having wiggled under his blanket twenty minutes ago complaining about Phantom being noisy. It'd woken Mountain up, Dew had lifted the blanket and let a chill under.

Mountain huffed with another chime and buzz from his phone, rolling over to glare at it where it rested innocuously on his nightstand, lit up to display a new text from Swiss. Narrowing his eyes, he weighed his options. If he wanted to wiggle an arm out from the comfortable warmth of his blankets wrapped around him — made warmer by the hot body pressed against his side, Dew having wiggled under his blanket twenty minutes ago complaining about Phantom being noisy. It'd woken Mountain up, Dew had lifted the blanket and let a chill under.

But, even from his poor angle, he could see whatever Swiss sent, was a picture. And Mountain loves when Swiss sends him pictures — usually it's memes, but sometimes, sometimes it's more than that. Sometimes it's selfies — and Mountain never protests seeing any of his mates faces when they're apart —, or a flower or bug he's asking Mountain to identify.

But it's late. As his phone screen darkens, he can see it's well past midnight now. Hours past when Mountain turns in for the night, on average. Swiss himself usually beds down in his — or someone else's — room by now. Or at least isn't outside looking at random flowers and bugs to pester Mountain with, unless he just remembered one from earlier.

Which means it's either a selfie, or more. Something raunchy. Swiss had sent everything from standard, if not a little silly at times, dick pics, of both himself and whoever he's with at the time, to pictures of him bent in ways that hurt Mountains back sympathetically, just to get a picture of his pretty hole.

Whatever it is, Mountains interested. Just thinking about the previous pictures Swiss has sent — all safely tucked away in an album on his phone, for personal use of course — has Mountain feeling hot. Dew hasn't moved at his side, still softly snoring, face cushioned against Mountain's rib cage, a skinny leg tossed over Mountain's own leg.

His knee is just shy of meeting Mountain's crotch, of feeling the half-chub he's sporting just from his own thoughts. He'd be embarrassed if he knew Dew wasn't going to stay asleep no matter what, always such a heavy sleeper.

Working an arm out from under the blankets, he reached out. Fumbling for a moment before his fingers caught the charger cord, and he pulled it closer, finally into his grip. Unplugging it, he squinted at the brightness of his screen. Normally he'd angle it away, to not disturb his bed-mate, but Dew's head is thoroughly under the blankets, his breath puffing steadily against Mountain's chest.

Still, for the sake of his own eyes, he turns the brightness down, and unlocks his phone.

The picture Swiss sent wasn't accompanied by any late-night requests for company in bed, it was just a photo. Opening it, Mountain swallowed hard. Eyes tracing over the admittedly familiar edges and curves of Phantom from the waist down. His jutting hip-bones and skinny thighs, spread haphazardly over Swiss' own, thick thighs.

The focus of the picture was, clearly, Phantom's cunt. At the bottom, Mountain could barely see the tip of Swiss' cock, the tip still ruddy and wet, shiny with slick and cum.

Still, his eyes were drawn to the center of the picture. The pretty, lilac panties, darkened with slick. It was obscene, the thin fabric near transparent, showing off Phantom's cunt. His still-stiff little cock.

Huffing, Mountain adjusted further onto his back, hearing Dew make a particularly high-pitched whine when disturbed even slightly. It didn't stop him, trading his phone to his left hand, and reaching down with his right. Under the blanket, skirting down his stomach. Finding the waistband of his boxers, and tucking under.

His cock was hard, twitching when he finally grasped it, hand dry. He half wanted to wake Dew up, see if he was up to play or not, but decided not to be so mean. If Dew woke up, he'd have a perfect view of Mountain's hand tucked under his boxers as he fondled himself.

Admittedly, Mountain had already been a bit worked up when Dew slipped into bed earlier. He was so used to Swiss — or Dew, sometimes Rain, occasionally Cumulus — slipping into his bed late at night to have sex. He's more than okay with it — endorses it actively, even. Even when hes asleep.

Either way, when Dew woke him up getting in bed, he'd expected more. But, instead, Dew just settled at his side and fell right asleep. Cruelly leaving Mountain a tad worked up, though he'd never tell Dew that. Never open himself up for the loving teasing Dew would surely aim his way if he knew Mountain's cock had twitched with interest when he realized Dew was climbing in bed with him.

Sighing deeply, Mountain rested his head back, eyes half-lidded, focused entirely on the picture still on screen. He could only imagine the noisiness Dew had complained of, was Swiss having his way with Phantom across the hall. It's a wonder that Mountain didn't hear a thing, was none the wiser of what was happening just a few doors away.

Carefully, he swiped pre off the tip of his dick, using it to ease the downward stroke, stomach clenching at the over-sensitivity of the tip of his dick. The bolt of heat up his spine, the instinctive tensing of his legs.

Brow furrowing, he kept a steady pace, refusing to speed up to chase an orgasm. He didn't want to jostle Dew, didn't want to wake him up. Dew might help him get off, sure, but he's got a mean streak when woken up too soon. Given how he sounded when he came to Mountain in the first place, he wouldn't fancy being woken up again so soon. Would edge Mountain for at least an hour, maybe not let him get off before going back to sleep on him.

Mountain loves him.

Clenching his jaw, Mountain focused in on the picture. The angle let him see the slope of Phantom's tummy — softened over the weeks they'd been home, the lack of near nightly activity on stage was letting Phantom and Aurora both gain a healthy weight. It was pleasing, especially for Mountain. Knowing it was his cooking doing it, knowing he was keeping them both comfortable and happy.

The thick happy trail down his navel, disappearing under the ruffled hem of the panties, was enticing. If he weren't pinned by Dew, Mountain would love to go find Phantom. To hold his legs open and clean him up, to tuck his nose right against the underside of his tummy and bask in his scent for a while.

Tail twitching, Mountain stifled a groan. He wished he'd heard whatever Dew complained about. His favorite noises were his mate's whines of pleasure — Phantom was always so sweet when pleading for release. Maybe Swiss teased him until his voice cracked when he begged so sweetly, asking for release that Swiss would be enthused to provide. Or maybe Swiss overstimulated him, continuing to touch and finger him until he came so many times he was in tears.

Grunting when his cock gave a hard kick, he rubbed his thumb over the tip again, sighing hard through his nose. He was close — it'd be embarrassing if anyone was awake to notice. Squeezing on upstroke again, he tilted his head back, finally giving in and closing his eyes.

He'd have to have his way with Phantom in the morning, if the little quint was up for it. Knowing Swiss, the poor ghoul might not have it in him so soon. It's fine. Mountain can just hoard him until he's ready.

Biting his lip, Mountain huffed out a high pitched whine, trying to not squirm as he finally came, stroking himself through it to milk the orgasm. Breathing hard, he finally relaxed, dropping his phone off to the side, somewhere behind the lump of Dew still against his side, to be lost until morning.

Squeezing his eyes closed, he continued to stroke slowly, until his leg twitched with an aborted kick. Letting go, he rested his hand over the length of his cock as it softened, resting up against his hip, cum cooling on his fingers. He had half a mind to stay in bed, to kick his boxers off and use them to clean himself up, and toss them across the room to deal with later.

He wasn't sure if he could extract himself from Dew, didn't want to risk waking him up.

Maybe it was him basking too long in the afterglow of his orgasm, that led him to not notice Dew's breathing had long since changed. Growing shallow again, as if he were focusing in.

It wasn't until Mountain pulled his hand out of his boxers, intending to carefully get up, did Dew move. Grabbing his wrist so abruptly Mountain jumped with a yip.

Dew just huffed, tongue laving over his fingers, cleaning him up. Breath hot over Mountain's knuckles, tongue working between his fingers and over his palm. Replacing the cum with his saliva.

When he deemed Mountain's hand clean, he let go and wiggled until his head popped out from under the comforter, hair sticking up and frizzy from the blanket dragging. Mismatched eyes were still hazy with sleep, as he settled more on Mountain, dropping his head to rest his chin against Mountain's chest.

"You're gonna stay and let me sleep. You can clean up tomorrow." He mumbled, voice rough with sleep. Mountain just nodded, adjusting to hold Dew close.

"Sorry Dewbug," He whispered, wiggling a little to get comfortable with Dew more on-top of him than before, "Swiss sent me a picture."

"Mmmm," Dew hummed, eyes slipping closed when Mountain moved his clean hand up to play with his hair, fingers dragging through the strands to tidy it up a bit, smoothing the tangles away, "Show me in the morning."

Mountain snorted, humming an affirmative. It was a treat to watch Dew doze off, especially when Dew tilted his head and rested it down, cheek squished against Mountain's chest.

It was only then that Mountain could fall asleep, pointedly ignoring the discomfort of his boxers sticking to him. He'd fix it in the morning. And maybe wake Dew up with head, just for that treat of cleaning his hand off.

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Alpha/Omega/Delta, okay. Right? We got it? Hadjf LETS GO

They are SOO in love. Definitely like the old retired husbands of the Abbey(even if Delta's the only retired one).

They're like THE pinnacle of romance for a lot of ppl. The type where you go 'if they EVER break up, romance is dead.'

Out of the three of them, Omega's the only one with another partner that isn't a ghoul, it being Terzo. Alpha lovingly teases him about his human side piece, but if asked seriously, will insist that Terzo is just as important to their dynamic.

alpha also has a MAJORRR crush on terzo that he REFUSES to talk about.

Delta's quintessence, because for Me it manifests in premonitions, tends to be rlly finicky. He can either give accurate dates of events, or vague descriptions of them. It's usually near-future.

You already know this Aru BUT, he doesn't remember what he talks about when his quint is acting up, so usually he only recalls when he's informed of it. A few ghouls(Alpha, Omega, Aether, Ifrit, Dew and Mist) are given permission to record him during it.

The only premonition he remembers, is when he accurately predicted when the three older Emeritus brothers were going to be killed. He was alone, and he didn't tell anyone about it, to save the preemptive mourning. He also, years in advance, had a premonition of Copia!

Specifically his ascension to Papa. Delta was very confused, at the time Copia hadn't even come to the Abbey as Cardinal yet, so Delta hadn't met him or heard of him

Omega's the head of the hospital at the abbey. He takes his job EXTREMELY seriously, though Aether helps with it. Delta would've also been working there if his quint was viable for it. He still visits regularly, to bring Omega his lunch or try and coax him out for dinner.

Alpha does a bunch of odd-jobs around the abbey, though primarily he does a lot of handy-man repairs, on top of any guitar tech that needs done. Through winter he helps keep the abbey warm, alongside all the other fire ghouls. They can sustain going out in the cold temps for more firewood, and he keeps the main hearth in the chapel lit.

he also is the official un-official guard dog of the siblings. He sometimes disappears for a few hrs and shows back up saying there was "a small issue". That usually brings an unknown hiker corpse found later, dead to a presumed animal attack. It's never just a hiker. In my hc, Cowbell helps out, as the local woods cryptid, they inform Alpha if they catch an intruder scent.

Delta generally does a lot of little things around the abbey! Lots of helping out where he can, small busywork like replacing candles in the chapel, helping with laundry, dusting, etc. He enjoys it well enough. In the summer months, he's usually out in the lake diving, though. When his quint is forgiving, he spends a lot of time there. Some siblings will play fetch with him, too :D

ALSOOO In terms of timeline for them, Alpha and Omega were summoned first. They were all together in the pits, all three in some way having left or been kicked out of their previous packs.

They hadn't made it official, back then, but Delta had begun courting the two of them. Alpha and Omega were summoned together, an accidental mixup opened the summoning for quintessence and fire, and they got nabbed together.

Delta continued to add to the two piles of courting gifts for them, in hopes that if they ever returned, they'd accept his courting.

Topside, Alpha and Omega were initially furious. Every summoning, they watched and hoped their Delta would be the one to crawl through. Every time, they left with a different ghoul.

In the time it took for a new water ghoul to be summoned and for Delta to be the one nabbed, Alpha and Omega were silently accepted as a mated couple. Despite not being official, they were rarely seen apart for long, so everyone assumed.

The day Delta was summoned, they'd both felt ODD. Kinda like the feeling before a big storm, they knew something was going on, but assumed it was their hopes for Delta getting to them. After so many tries, they were starting to lose hope of ever seeing him.

So, when Alpha scented Delta, even though he was still slumped in the middle of the summoning circle, covered in muck and ash from the pits, he KNEW.

He broke from formation with the others, bolted for it the moment the circle was broken and he could enter. Omega followed shortly.

Everyone knew when they reacted like that, that whoever was just pulled from the pits, was IMPORTANT.

Delta clung to them, after. All three were crying, holding onto each other and trying to confirm it was real. That they were finally, FINALLY together again.

of course in a short while, Delta would undergo the experimental ritual to become quintessence. It would partially fail, permanently changing him, temporarily damaging his relationship with Alpha and Omega, and changing their lives as a whole.

But at that moment, none of them knew what the clergy would do to Delta, and just held each other.

The upside is, Delta is given favor from the clergy. They have hearts, kinda, and feel bad that it didn't kill him. To them, death was a blessing for this ghoul, neither quintessence nor water, plagued by visions of the future and with quint too powerful for his body.

Delta's made peace with himself, now. He doesn't trust the clergy, neither does Alpha, but he's also allowed to ask for anything he wants and it's usually given to him!

Delta did, however, almost take out half the abbey when he heard about Dew's transition. Several days were spent where his quint and water acted up. Violently. Severe flooding, and the abbey was completely cut off from the outside world. Power and flooding meant the roads leading away were flooded too bad to drive or navigate on, it was a complete blackout. The ground floors had a few inches of water for days, the oldest parts of the abbey had roofs caving in from the weight of the water.

No one could get close enough to try to calm him, until Omega did. Had Delta kept going, had Omega listened to the clergy's appeals to let him keep going and it'll stop, Delta would've burned out. A complete collapse of a star, he would've taken out the abbey with him. Omega managed to get close enough to spike him with enough quint to knock him out, which unfortunately meant both of them ended up unconscious.

Alpha was the second to go for Delta, refusing to wait while HIS mates were possibly in danger. He was the one to bring them back, practically burning with anger.

Delta was in a coma for a while. Omega woke up after a few days asleep, but Delta took longer. The amnt of quint his body burned through should've been catastrophic on him, no one's sure HOW he survived, but Omega and Alpha are relieved he did.

They love each other so much they'd die for one another.

Alpha and Delta had a rough go at it for a while, a period of time where Delta felt isolated not just from his pack but his own mates, while Alpha struggled with feeling like he couldn't protect Delta, not from the clergy. Omega, similarly, blamed himself, Delta's transition was directly linked to Omega over-doing it and being unable to use his quint or perform as a result, had he not pushed himself, Delta wouldn't have had to go thru with the ritual.

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Phantom had basically been interested in Ifrit from their first meeting - its hard not to be! He tried to hide it, but wasn't very sneaky.

Their first date was them sneaking out together, actually. They stayed on Abbey grounds, but Ifrit took Phantom out past curfew. Set up a whole midnight picnic to stargaze.

As a quint ghoul, Phantom feels a LOT of connection to the stars, but he hadn't had much of a chance to go out at night. Between tour being so busy and exhausting him, coming home to a chore rotation and adjusting to not being on the move, he was exhausted by nighttime.

Ifrit hadn't told him much of what they'd do - just told him to stay up late, and he'd come get him. Phantom was a little sleepy when Ifrit got there, just enough for Ifrit to debate if he actually wanted to take Phantom out behind the greenhouse to the field, or just climb in bed with him.

But, he made his choice quick enough after thinking about how long he'd spent planning it. Ifrit's never been the best in the kitchen, so he had to ask for help. He wasn't going to put Mountain's hard work to help him, to waste!

So, he bundled Phantom up in a blanket, joked about carrying him, and led him outside. Phantom, ever a stickler for rules, hesitated on leaving the ghoul wing w/o a mask, but Ifrit insisted its past siblings curfew, so no one will see them.

Midway through the walk, Ifrit DOES carry Phantom, bc Phantom looked at him and pouted and went "My feet hurt, Ifrit..." And Ifrit didnt HESITATE. he scooped Phantom up right away and carried him the rest of the way to the field.

He'd already set everything up for him, taken the time to lay out a nice picnic blanket, the basket Mountain helped him pack earlier that afternoon settled off to the side.

Sets Phantom down right in the center of the picnic blanket, plops beside him, and they spent the rest of the night there. Picking at Mountain helped Ifrit prepare for them - all easy, lightweight snacks that weren't intended to be hot, even if Ifrit could heat it up himself. Wrapped Phantom up in his blanket and then settled behind him, letting Phantom recline against him between his legs.

Kept him nice and warm, while they stargazed. Phantom dozed off just before morning, and Ifrit stayed awake as the sun rose, streaked the sky pink and gold, holding Phantom and just admiring him.

Carried him in just before anyone else woke up and would've been starting to prep for breakfast or morning mass, snuck Phantom back into bed and then scurried out to clean up the picnic so no one knew.

It was their first proper date after Phantom came home from tour, and neither of them would've had it any other way. Phantom hunted him down later that day and kissed him as thank-you for such a good date.

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Like Coming Home Gen // No archive warnings Alpha/Delta/Omega // Light emotional hurt/comfort, mostly comfort A new Water ghoul is being summoned, and the best comes from it.

Alpha sighed, and adjusted his mask impatiently. “Omega, we can’t be late.” He called with a frown. Omega clattered around in their en suite bathroom, getting ready on his own. “What ghoul is it this time?” He asked as he sat on the edge of their bed, checking his nails.

Omega didn’t reply for a moment - probably making sure his hair looked good despite the mask and hood they were obligated to wear to the Ritual. “Water, I think.” His tone was distant, almost airy. Alpha winced, leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and sighed. Pushing his own mask up, he rubbed his face lightly and closed his eyes.

It was hard every time. The ghoul they’d been forced to leave behind in the Pits, the third piece to their silent trio, was never the one that was brought up by the summoning of another Water ghoul. Alpha wasn’t sure how long he could hold out hope for him to be the one plucked - there were hundreds of Water ghouls, the chances of him being chosen were slim to begin with.

But, hope was all he and Omega had.

In the Pits, they’d been an unstoppable little trio. While Alpha would never want to give his current pack up, he longed for the pretty Water ghoul they’d left behind. Being chosen for a summoning was random - it was pure luck that he and Omega got summoned together. Omega insisted it must’ve been because of their bond. Alpha refused to agree. If their bond was why, then Delta should’ve been with them.

Delta, their third - their Water ghoul. It’d been unwilling - Alpha held onto the hope, with each new Water summoned, to find Delta in the circle. That Delta hadn’t been killed in their absence, that if they ever went back, they’d reunite finally. That they’d go back to that idyllic spot by a vast lake, and find Delta in the water like always.

So far, it hadn’t happened.

Alpha knew the toll it was taking on Omega. He was the one to help with every summoning, it was harder and harder for him to greet a new Water ghoul, but never Delta.

Truthfully, it was just as hard on Alpha.

Sighing, he stood up, fixing his mask and walking to the bathroom. Pushing the door open fully, he stepped up behind Omega, and rested his hands on his hips. “C’mon. We gotta go.” He murmured quietly. Omega sighed, fixed his mask and nodded.

“Alright.” He murmured, voice sounding so small. Alpha squeezed him lightly, before stepping away and taking his hand. He guided Omega out, where they rejoined the rest of their pack and went down to the sprawling catacombs beneath the Abbey.

The trek there was well-learned, Alpha and Omega had attended every summoning since their own, since the revival of the band with Primo. They knew the path to the ritual room like the back of their hand. Stepping in, they found it already full. Terzo was waiting for them alongside some Cardinal Alpha had only seen once before, and a few clergy members.

Sister Imperator wasn’t present, thankfully. Alpha was sick of her hanging around, especially after she fired Papa Secondo.

Alpha led Omega to their spots, allowing the rest of their pack to file in behind them and line up against the wall closest to them, in their usual spots, with Alpha and Omega silently bracketing Terzo on either side. He was standing in front of the pulpit, one hand resting on the thick book laid open on it. Alpha didn’t know exactly what it contained - Omega did, apparently - but all Alpha knew was it contains any ritual they’d need.

On the other side of the pulpit, the Cardinal and another ghoul were finishing up setting everything up - the elaborate summoning circle, the candles, the offerings of fresh blood and exotic fish Alpha had seen being brought in yesterday.

Widening his stance, Alpha crossed his arms behind his back, the opposite to Omega, who kept his feet together and arms crossed over his chest. Tilting his head up, Alpha peered over the pulpit, watching the Cardinal and ghoul finish the final outline. Taking the thick chalk and stepping out of the way, they both hurried to join the silent line-up of Clergy members nearby.

The room was large, specially carved out to ensure the safety of the summoner and any onlookers. Terzo was the closest to the circle, the one most in-danger. It’s why Alpha and Omega stayed behind him, ready to defend him at all costs. While it hadn’t happened yet, neither were willing to take any chances and get him killed.

The room was circular, with a high, vaulted ceiling that made everything echo. Alpha hated it. It made his skin crawl. Omega had told him it was simply because of how close they were to Purgatory, here.

The barrier between Earth and the PIts was thin, here. Worn thin over years of summonings, tearing a very hole through existence into another plane to pull another ghoul out. It wasn’t natural, Omega assured, it was only normal that any ghoul’s hackles would be raised in a place like this.

Sighing, Alpha glanced at Terzo. He looked calm, as he always did. Borderline calculating. Despite that, Alpha knew how much Terzo wanted to bring them Delta. When they’d quietly told him - and only him, noone, even their own pack, knew otherwise - about their beloved Water ghoul, Terzo had promised to do everything in his power to bring them together again.

Despite that, Omega had never seemed particularly bothered. It wasn’t clear why, Alpha just assumed it was a quality of Quintessence ghouls.

In the Pits, they hadn’t been mated. Alpha and Omega had decided together not to mate after being summoned, either. Despite their close bond, neither of them wanted to exclude Delta. If they never found him again, they’d die without being mated. It simply wouldn’t feel right.

So, they resigned themselves to this - to hoping every time a new summoning came around, praying silently to themselves to find Delta in the circle.

Alpha tried to cling to the hope that Delta was alive, that he’d be brought home finally. But, as time went on, he wavered in his hope. Delta hadn’t been the strongest ghoul - despite Water ghouls being hardy, it was difficult for Delta to get around on land in the Pits. He was adept in the water, a hunter through and through. But it meant he could be flushed out easily, swept up in a net or outright driven from the water if a Fire ghoul was involved enough to heat it up too much. He would’ve been a sitting duck, especially on land.

Alpha knew Omega preferred not to think of those potentials. He did, too. It was hard to think that their Delta, their water ghoul, their third, might’ve died alone in the Pits, without them. It was easy, at times, to hate the Clergy. Early on, Alpha hated Primo. Hated the concept of the Emeritus’ actions, their desire to spread the word of Satan himself through music. Had they not wanted it, Alpha and Omega would never have been summoned.

To Alpha, it’s bittersweet. He loved being topside, loved the ghouls he’s come to cherish as a pack, but he longed for Delta above all else.

Rolling his shoulders, he adjusted his stance again. His tail swept to the side, spade bumping against Omega’s tail lightly. Omega didn’t move apart from hooking his tail around Alpha’s, the coarse fur rubbing lightly against Alpha’s skin.

Alpha refocused ahead of them when Terzo cleared his throat and stood straight as he began to speak in a mixture of old Latin and Ghoulish. It was bizarre to hear it from Terzo - bizarre to hear it from any human, frankly.

Water ghoul summonings always put Alpha on edge. Both with the hope to see Delta in the circle, and also as an innate instinct of being fire.

The air grew heavy, swelling with moisture. The longer the ritual went, the more humidity gathered. Droplets formed on the stone walls and floor and dripped from the ceiling. For Alpha, it was hard to breathe. His tail tightened around Omega’s, and he felt the quintessence ghoul send a spark up his tail. Soothing him.

He narrowed his eyes as every inhale started to ache. Lungs laden with moisture, nose burning slightly. The air felt heavy.

The water droplets that’d begun to form, started drawing in. Beading and grouping together, dragging along like rainwater on a window, being pulled to the center of the circle. The chalk remained untouched as the water passed over it, forming a puddle in the center that kept growing unnaturally. The stone floor under the ever increasing puddle of water, appeared to ripple as well. The stones cracking and crumbling away into nothing. Into the Void.

The water swirled around it violently, being held in place by the circle, invisible walls keeping the water from spilling out across the stone floor.It was hypnotic, rougher than Alpha had ever seen a summoning be before. The water was frothing, splashing violently and swirling into a whirlpool as the stone vanished.

Swirling down into the Void, meeting whatever ghoul was being summoned, easing the transition topside.

As the water was pulled back up, Terzo’s voice gained an almost ethereal effect to it as he spoke louder and louder. He gripped the pulpit on either side of the old book, white eye shining in the low lighting. Alpha could only see his profile, the way his brow furrowed and his eye went wide as he spoke with increasing volume and intensity.

Alpha knew the toll these summonings took on the Emeritus brothers - it’d taken trial and error for it to be wholly safe for Primo, specifically. He’d retired remarkably early, on his own accord as opposed to the false willingness that Secondo had. He hadn’t been well, and now in his retirement, he was flourishing. Still a stern old man, but he didn’t look quite as haggard anymore.

Turning his attention back to the circle, the stone floor was becoming visible again, the tendrils of the Void seeping back down between the seams and cracks in the old stones as they reformed seemingly from nothing. A webbed hand was gripping onto the stone, a body hauling out of the gap slowly closing around them. It was always a race to see if the ghoul would make it in time. Omega had to pull Alpha from the gap, lest the reforming stones crushed him. Despite their best efforts to keep the rift open long enough for even the weaker ghouls to make it through faster, it seemed that it was too hard on the Emeritus brothers.

The water was moving too violently for any of them to see the features of the ghoul in the circle, even as the water began to soak down into the stones, slowly disappearing back into the earth. Out of the corner of his eye, Alpha saw the Cardinal from before, holding tight to the ghouls arm at his side. If Alpha remembered correctly, this Cardinal had just been transferred to the Abbey recently, at Sister’s behest. His ghoul - a wiry little Quintessence runt - had been summoned by him. A test of his prowess, Alpha had attended the summoning to monitor it, curious to see what would come of the odd Cardinal.

Terzo stopped chanting after a moment, breathing hard. Alpha knew he was gripping the pulpit tight enough for his knuckles to go white, to hide the shake of his hands. Omega stepped forward, resting a tender hand on Terzo’s back, offering his quintessence to soothe him.

The water was gone, reduced to shallow puddles. The water ghoul in the center soaking and gasping roughly, gills flaring open as they struggled to adapt to breathing air again. Alpha knew how rough it could be for all ghouls, but especially water ghouls. It was disorienting for any of them, harder on a ghoul who’d just been swimming.

But… He stared harder, frowning.

They seemed familiar.

The ghoul wasn’t facing them, having hunched over and was coughing raggedly. The curve of their cheek, their horns, was familiar. The finned tail slapped wetly against the stones, lashing like a beached fish.

Tilting his head, he scented the air as best he could, still heavy with humidity. There wasn’t much to go off of - water ghouls didn’t have much of a scent when wet, but…

He broke formation, nearly knocking the pulpit over in his haste to pass Terzo and Omega.

“Alpha?” Omega called from Terzo’s other side, still tending to the man, surely giving him sparks of quintessence to try and ease the migraine caused by every summoning.

Alpha didn’t hesitate, even as one of the Clergy members called for Terzo to control his ghoul. Smearing the chalk - wet, now, easy to break the line - Alpha stumbled and dropped to his knees just before reaching the water ghoul.

He couldn’t care less about making a fool of himself, crawling forward to see them, cupping the ghouls face to bring them up to sit higher. Both to ease the strain on their lungs, and to see their face.

Meeting the ghouls eyes - no.

Meeting Delta’s eyes, Alpha felt the world itself sweep away beneath his knees.

“Delta!” He gasped raggedly, cupping his face, thumbs smoothing over his cheeks. He watched in real-time as Delta processed his face, took in his features. Watched his pretty blue-green eyes widen, before he suddenly had an armful of wet water ghoul.

Squeezing Delta close and burying his face into his neck, he felt his gills flare as Delta gasped and clung to him. Alpha gasped a sob.

For the first time in years, he could hold his water ghoul close. A scuffle nearby made his ears flick, but he knew it was Omega. Felt the larger ghoul drop beside Delta, leaned into him when Omega embraced them both.

Pulling back, Alpha brushed Delta’s wet hair out of his face, and took in his features.

“You’re alive.” He breathed in awe t. He’d hoped, prayed, that Delta was alive, still.

His chest felt lighter than it had since he was summoned, finally having Delta back. Tears brimmed Delta’s eyes as he tried to push closer to them both, claws digging into Alpha’s uniform.

Alpha squeezed him closer, pulling Omega in tighter and sandwiched Delta between them. Delta shook with silent sobs, burying his face against Omega’s chest, twisting to cling to him, too. Alpha cupped the back of Delta’s neck, sighing shakily. He moved to stand up, grabbing Delta’s arm when he reached out to him, turning with frantic, frightened eyes. Omega rose, too, hands firm on Delta’s waist to help him stand up, as well.

Keeping a hold of Delta’s arm, Alpha turned, half-stepping to reach out toward their pack for the blanket to cover Delta up. It’s a lot colder on the surface than the pits, and significantly colder than the areas Delta preferred swimming.

Already, he could feel Delta begin to shiver, finned tail brushing along the floor as he tucked it close to his body, around a leg.

Pebble - a newer ghoul, one Alpha didn’t know quite as well as the others - passed the blanket over. Unfolding it with a shake, Alpha wrapped it around Delta’s shoulders, using a corner of it to ruffle through his damp hair, before tucking it around him properly. Pulling Delta in close afterward, Alpha cranked up his own heat to keep him warm.

Delta nestled close, despite keeping an arm out to hold onto Omega. Terzo had stepped around the pulpit, even in his paints, Alpha could see the furrow between his brow as he watched.

“Papa.” Alpha ducked his head, “My apologies, for acting out of line.” A rehearsed script - Terzo couldn’t care less about what Alpha did, as long as he didn’t burn anything down or kill someone without reason. It was all for show, the Clergy members nearby were ruffled and upset that a ghoul would dare break formation before Papa allowed.

Raising his hand, Terzo dismissed his words, “What is the reason?” He asked, though Alpha could hear the hopeful tone behind how exhausted he sounded. Ears tipping forward slightly, Alpha lifted his head.

“This is Delta.” He stated, tail giving a short wag before he stopped, hooking his tail around Delta’s to keep himself from showing how excited he was. In front of the Clergy, he doesn’t want to give them any ammunition to dislike him more, or try and argue that he’s unfit.

Terzo’s eyes shone slightly, softening as he smiled, “Delta, hm?” He walked closer, reaching forward to cup one of Delta’s hands, which was clasped in Alpha’s. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my ghoul.”

Delta blinked at him, before ducking his head and nodding, “Who…?”

“We’ll tell you.” Omega rumbled low in his chest soothingly, “Let’s get you warmed up, first.”

Terzo nods, squeezing Delta’s hand before releasing him and stepping aside, “I won’t stop you.” He smiled warmly, resting a hand on Omega’s forearm, meeting Alpha’s eyes, “I’m glad to have brought him to you, again.”

Alpha nodded shortly, offering a tense smile. Now that Delta was at his side, he was on edge again. Nervous. The Clergy couldn’t be trusted, they were always conspiring behind Terzo’s back, with Sister Imperator.

He couldn’t trust them, didn’t want to trust them. He wanted to get Delta out of their sight as soon as possible. Wanted to take Delta away and hide him in their den, nestle him in his and Omega’s - and now Delta’s - nest so his scent would weave into the fabric there and stay.

With no hesitation, they moved. Delta wasn’t sure on his feet yet, but kept up. The cold floor surely irritated his sensitive skin. Their pack fell in behind and around them. Alpha and Omega were the largest, taking the lead with Delta easily, whilst the others trailed behind them. A loose formation to protect their newest member, their most vulnerable.

They kept up the formation until they reached their quarters, Alpha immediately pulling both of his ghouls away, into his shared room with Omega. Using the blanket, he wiped Delta down gently, his skin now mostly dry, his hair sticking up oddly due to how it dried.

Smiling, Alpha hefted Delta up into the nest, all but tossing him. It earned a squeal, before the water ghoul groaned and twisted, rolling over and burying his face in the nearest blanket. His tail thudded against the bedding as it wagged hard.

Omega discarded his mask as Alpha took his own off, already starting to strip. They dumped their uniforms off to the side - Alpha would be irritated, later, but he couldn’t care now.

Climbing into bed together, Alpha flopped down beside Delta, and Omega took up his spot behind Delta.

Sighing happily, Alpha’s tail began to wag, and managed to keep in time with Delta’s, too. A heavy purr started from Omega, and Alpha followed shortly. Curling closer, he nestled his nose into Delta’s hair and closed his eyes.

“I never thought I’d see you two again.” Delta admitted, voice small and wet with unshed tears. Alpha squeezed him and rested his hand on Delta’s side, rubbing the bare skin soothingly.

“We’re here. You’re here.” Omega murmured, Alpha could feel him moving around. Pressing up behind Delta, tucking his face into the back of Delta’s neck. His big hand brushed briefly against Alpha’s, before resting on Delta’s hip.

“You’re here…” Alpha parroted, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. He was finally able to relax fully, finally at ease. Finally, it felt like he was home.