“Eager” FTM!Rain/Aether

The Non-Human Ghouls and How I See Them

The Ghouls

Sodo/Dew

- quite short compared to the rest of the band.

- he’s got a habit of eating shit he’s not supposed to.

- He’s got a slim and somewhat bony build.

Water Element: The same as I see Rain. The light grey skin but with sapphire tones here and there. Long, black hair with a few faint lines of a deep shade of blue. Small fins on his ear, the same as the slightly larger fin on his tail. The horns that sit on his head fade into that same sapphire tone. They’re long and beautifully sharp. His eyes a dark grey with hints of blue and gold. The cold, soothing touch that any water ghoul would have. The soft padding’s of his fingers gave a soothing feel to anyone he touched.

Fire Element: The grey color of his skin turned a darker shade with tones of gold and red. His once dark hair, turnt white with hints of dark grey. The fins on his ears and tail molted away, leaving his tail ashy. His ears pointed, darkest at the tips. A bright fire flickers at the end of the ghouls tail when he becomes aggravated. The once beautiful horns cracked into a smaller, more dull form. His eyes, glow red and gold through the darkness of the ghouls den. The emotion and pain always shone in his eyes. His body could warm anyone just by a slight touch.

Rain

- More in the middle of the ghouls heights, but is still fairly tall.

- he LOVES sea animals (has a collection of stuffed sea animals)

- he’s slightly muscular, but still lean.

His skin is a light shade of grey with splotches of sky blue. Gills lay on the sides of his neck, always exposed. His dark, loose curled hair lies slightly above his jaw. Stripes of light grey flow and blend with the rest of his hair which he, normally, wears in a small bun. The small fins on his ears flick at the slightest sounds. His horns slightly curl back, sharing the same grey-sapphire tone as the rest of his skin. His tail is mostly grey with blue at the very beginning. His eyes are a bright, ocean blue color with a few darker speckles here and there. The ghoul’s saliva can heal and soothe any ghouls injury, with the extra help of an earth ghoul.

Aether

- tied at the second tallest ghoul with Swiss.

- could fall asleep anywhere if he wanted to

- Buff boy with squish, love him (perfect pillow)

His skin is a very dark shade of grey with black and dark purple trickled down his body. His hands and arms are always decorated in jewelry. His dark hair is normally messily slicked back, a few strands always hand over his forehead. He has a slight stubble across his jaw and chin. His long, pointed ears fade to a pitch black nearing the end. His horns are long, thick, and oh so smooth. His tail is almost black and is always touching something. His eyes are normally a grey-ish purple. When he uses his quintessence, his eyes glow a very light rainbow. Any quintessence ghoul can feel and extract any pain, anxiety, or thoughts anyone may experience. They can either take it on themselves, or share it with the earth. Unlike other quintessence ghouls, Aether can reach into someone’s mind and alter their perception, giving them a light mindset.

Phantom/Aeon

- right in the middle of Rain and Dew’s height. Perfect for anyone, really.

- has a really bad habit of picking at his tail (rain and mountain are always helping him)

- he’s definitely squishy, the boy loves munching (especially mountains cakes)

His skin shares the same pattern as Aether, but a bit lighter. Freckles scattered across his face, shoulders, and back. They look almost like small galaxies on his soft skin. Pure white streaks flow though his dark, messy hair. (Let’s be honest, this poor boy doesn’t know how to take care of himself yet..) His ears are still very small and a bit droopy. They share the same tones as his skin. His horns on the other hand, are quite long. They curl back a little more than Dew’s. They faded into a light grey at the end as they grew. His tail is the same as Aether and is always wrapped around someone (mostly Aether and Aurora). His eyes are almost pitch black until he uses his quintessence. When he used it for the first time everyone was quite taken back because of his eyes. They were oh so beautiful. A small galaxy in his eyes shone as he experimented on Aether. Phantom, or Aeon, is a little similar to Aether with his quintessence. He can loosen every muscle in the body, making them feel as though they’re floating. If one of the ghouls ever felt stiff, they immediately went to him. (not Dew though, he’s stubborn.)

Mountain

- the tallest ghoul (used as a base for cuddle piles, which he enjoys very much)

- he hits his head on everything

- a lean build with slight muscle

His skin is the perfect shade of grey with both light and dark freckles everywhere. All of the ghouls love tracing over them. His hair is dark brown and very soft. Besides Dew, he takes the most care of his hair. His ears are small and pointy. There’s a small snip of his ear missing from an accident during a ritual. His horns are a bit smaller than Aether’s. He decorates them will charms and trinkets he’s collected from fans. His tail is the same as his skin, but the spade of his tail is a bit chipped. He has sleepy green eyes that no one could get mad at. When using his element, he can make any antidote for injuries from the palms of his hands.

Swiss

- Tied with Aether for second tallest ghoul, and he hates it.

- hes very touchy (especially with dew cause he knows it pisses him off)

- muscular, works out in his free time

Swiss’s skin is a dark-ish grey with some parts of his body faded in white. His hair is a very dark shade of brown, almost black. He has a stubble on his chin, which he try’s to maintain. His ears are long and dull, painted black at the tips. His lobes are stretched from the gauges he wears. His horns are dotted with multiple colors, being a multi ghoul and all. They’re curved back and dull. His tail is the exact same as his horns, but a bit lighter. His eyes match his horns and tail, spotted with all kinds of colors. His eyes and horns slightly glow when he sings or uses any instrument. His voice can easily soothe anyone to sleep, including Dew. (crazy, ik)

The Ghoulettes

Cirrus

- She’s the tallest ghoulette, and everyone loves her (dommy mommy lowkey…)

- she loves spicy food (literally the only thing she eats)

- Slim and curvy (her biceps are impressive as well)

She has light grey skin with a dark grey surrounding her eyes. Her hair is a blue-ish grey color. It’s always neatly styled compared to Cumulus. She uses a clip to hold it back during rehearsals so it doesn’t get in her eyes. Her ears are a little droopy with dark grey tips. Cirrus’s horns are a bit different than everyone else’s. They’re curved and pressed back, almost like a cats ears. They’re a pretty grey, a bit darker than her skin. Her tail is dark grey at the base and lighter at the tip. Her eyes a dark grey with specks of white.

Cumulus

- She’s the third tallest ghoul, just below Sunny and Cirrus

- scares the shit out of everyone (not joking, her footsteps are light as shit.

- THICC QUEEN, curves and all

Her skin is almost white flushed with a light grey-blue color. She has a few beauty marks on her face, and she loves them (an absolute baddie). Her hair is very messy, but knotless. She’s a go with the flow type of ghoul. Her horns are a light grey and are curled back slightly. Her ears are wide and dull. She has a few piercings on each of her ears. Her tail is smooth and aerodynamic, considering her element is air. Her eyes are almost pure white with rings of sky blue. If anyone needs to cool something down or dry anything off, she’s the ghoul. Her breath is icy and can chill anything or anyone.

Sunshine

- She’s almost the same height as Cirrus, but she doesn’t mind.

- she’s very hyper (zoomies 24/7)

- Slim and lean build

Her skin is a medium toned grey with splotches of a sheer red and orange. Her hair is short, curly, and wild. It’s a dark ginger color with small streaks of a blond-ish tone. Her horns and very short and slightly curled. They share the same color of her skin, getting lighter near the tips. Her ears are very droopy and sun kissed at the ends. Her tail is very thin and it coils a bit. It’s the same colors as her skin. Her eyes are a bright amber color with brown rings circling her pupil.

Aurora/Wisp

- definitely the shortest of the entire band, everyone adores her and her sweet voice

- she’s a morning person (she wakes everyone up on accident)

- A little stubby and curvy, but has crazy leg strength

Her skin is near the same color as Swiss’s, but with random pops of light pink (no one can explain why). Her hair is long and straight. It fades from white to a very sheer pink. She keeps it in bubble braids unless she’s sleeping. Her ears are more rounded with the smallest point. They’re splotches with pink at the very tips of her ears. Her horns are very small and curved back. They share the same tones as her skin, just a bit brighter. Her tail is almost entirely black besides one pink dot in the middle of her tail. She has the cutest pink puppy dog eyes. (no one can say no to her, ever)

(this is the first thing I’ve ever posted so be nice to me 🙏)

Ok, ok. Jus’ thought about this for a bit and came to the conclusion that it’s basically another limb for them.

They’re crazy strong and can pick things up without any strain. Let’s say— Mountains in the greenhouse, just working away doing his own thing. He has three pots left to be planted, but only two hands. Whatever shall he do? He carries two with his hands, and the other with his tail. Easy peasy!

On the wavelength of them being strong, they definitely use them in fights and.. other situations— On one instance, Dew was tackled by one of the other ghouls without any warning once so ever. Without a thought, he thumped the spade of his tail against the mystery ghoul’s head— knocking them out.. So in conclusion, ✨weapon✨

As mentioned in many headcannons and fics by other talented people, they wrap their tails together as if they were holding hands. BUT DID YA’ THINK ABOUT THIS??? They have nerves though their tails kinda like the Na’vi from avatar. Basically connecting themselves on a spiritual level, y’know?

Maybe I’m thinking too much into this, but you lmk!

How much can a ghoul control their tail?

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME

This right here is the truth, and the truth only.

It would start off super sweet and soft, but end in blood, sweat, AND TEARS.

Mountain the type of mf to split you in half, make you come so hard you black out, then politely thank you for a nice evening

“Unravel.” - Aether/Dew/Rain

Kinktober day 4/5: rimming and sweat

Again- AHHH! Late! I combined ‘em to make it a bit easier. COMPLETE SHOCK FOR @finch-does-stuff BTW 🤞

Dew loved it when it was like this.

Leaned against Aether’s front with Rain between his legs, licking him out like a starved man. His blood ran like magma, thick and hot. The contrast of Rain’s cold, wet tongue, drove him crazy. Aether wasn’t any help, either; Kissing, licking, and grabbing at the fire ghoul’s soft flesh. He makes sure to praise Rain for his tongue, praises him so he knows how good he did. The two made his brain melt out of his ears, completely overwhelming him.

Rain loved it when it was like this.

His tongue buried in Dew, pressing into the deepest parts of him. He could get off just by the sounds he and the quint were constantly pulling from the ghoul. His claws digging into Dew’s crème colored thighs, promising barely noticeable scars and deep bruises. This place is one of the only places he can be reminded of the past water ghoul, as wet as can be no matter how hot he ran. The sweet satisfaction of Dew’s thighs trapping his head as he came, shaking and twitching as he slowly pulls away. He wipes the mixture of slick and drool from his chin, drinking down the praise falling from both Dew and Aether’s lips.

Aether loved it when it was like this.

He loved the sweet smell of cinnamon and caramel that surrounded the ghoul, he loved how drunk he would get off of it. He loves being able to watch and feel Dew shake under his hands as he gets dangerously close to the edge. He loved tasting the sugary, sweet sweat that drips down onto Dew’s neck. He licks it up greedily, adoring the way the spice of him burns his throat. The was Rain groans when Dew locks his head in place as he cums, coating his chest, sends him into a frenzy of praise to the two of them.

They all loved it when it was like this, and they all loved each other. Sickeningly so.

Aurora and Phantom

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So I decided to make one of these picrew tag game things! But in a creepy way!

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I need requests, BAD. My writers brain is telling me to pour my heart out, but I have no prompts. NO IDEAS. Head empty, no thoughts. Dirty, fluffy, angsty- I don’t care, my noggin is thirsty and it needs to be watered with the ideas.

2AM Thoughts on the Current Ghouls

Hear me out..

Mountain sits behind his drums the entire ritual, majority by himself, and everyone thinks that he wants to escape them. That he would want to walk around and entertain their thousands of fans just like Dew, Rain, and Phantom, but I think it’s the opposite. He enjoys the fact that he’s behind there by himself. This gives him a slight break from all of the chaos, it allows him to take out his frustrations and/or other emotions without causing harm to himself or others. He gets to observe everything as well, which he loves. The fans may go crazy over everyone else during the ritual, but they go insane for him at the end. People reaching out for his drumsticks gives him the only boost of confidence he needs.

The girls actually don’t mind their positions. Yeah, they do want to explore sometimes, but they’re content on where they are. Cumulus isn’t the biggest human fan, meanwhile Cirrus and Aurora are fascinated by them. Cirrus loves teasing and making the humans laugh during her Mummy Dust solo, and Aurora is in her own little world for the majority of the ritual. She has her fun at the end though, don’t worry.

Dew may act all big and tough, and oh so scary on stage, when in reality he’s the biggest cuddle bug you could ever come across. Yes, he loves watching his fans drool over him, but it can be a little much sometimes. As soon as they walk off stage, he’s glued to the person closest to him. He needs to recharge after working so hard to keep up his persona, and everyone is happy to oblige.

Shy little Rain is actually the slyest ghoul you’ll ever meet. His sweet and timid personality on stage is NOTHING compared to what he’s like offstage. He’s constantly found whispering teases into pointed ears. He’s also known to be somewhat petty, but I shall not discuss on that.

Phantom switches from confident and curious ghoul, to a timid demon-shaped puppy who just wants attention. Rituals wear him out quickly, he just wants to curl up into someone’s lap and get all the lovin’ he can take, but he’s just too shy to ask. Thankfully, Swiss completely understands and takes him into his bunk for a nice, long nap full of chin scratches and soft kisses to face. As soon as Swiss has his hands on him, he’s a purring puddle of ghoul.

Saved the best for last obv, Swiss. The horny, energetic, and feral ghoul of the bunch. While there are times he can be all of those things offstage, he’s normally the opposite. On a normal day, he’s laid back and down for anything. He’s one of the ghouls everyone goes to if they need a break from chaos. He doesn’t mind sitting in silence, cuddling, watching movies, reading- He’s there for them with whatever they need. I mean, he’s a multi ghoul, he’s good at everything.

That’s all my brain wants to say :)

FUCK. HYPNONE I LOVE YOU.

Why Have You Waited So Long? - You have come far, chapter 2

Come by, chapter 1

WC: 2380

Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Near Death Experience, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: He wasn’t an attention whore, he really wasn’t, he was just- he was just so broken. It hurt so much. “It’ll get better, after the tour,” Phantom was telling himself, “they’ll warm up to me, it’ll get better. They’ll notice.”

Notes: due to a popular demand I present part two including some comfort. just a bit though because I do love angst, OKAY???

Read chapter 2 under the cut or on AO3.

Phantom was getting worse.

The solitude had made him sick, he knew it would happen. It wasn’t in ghoul’s nature to be alone, his system was protesting, begging Phantom to get help.

It wasn’t only his quintessence sounding alarms, trying to hold his small body from breaking with all its might. He saw himself rotting, he was getting paler and paler every day, skinnier too, his eyes were dull, barely any colour left in them, the tips of his horns were cracking and breaking off, crumbling into dust. Every day he woke up with more of it on his pillows.

He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, so he broke it, pieces of shattering glass assaulting his fist only adding to the sick satisfaction.

He had been barely leaving his room the whole break between European and American tours, only when absolutely needed. To get some food, once every two weeks or so. To sulk through additional rehearsals, pretending he was alive and well.

He wasn’t neither alive nor well.

Phantom felt bad about getting sick, at the beginning, thinking about how his sickness could ruin the rest of the tour. But then he thought Aether could get back, it would be an emergency. Did any of the people that would be met with problems after Phantom’s death deserve him feeling bad about it?

He wanted to say no, but he could never really hate anyone, so he told himself yes. Yes, he was awful for getting sick and yes, he’d be awful for dying, only causing problems.

But Phantom did survive the break. Somehow.

That was even worse than if he wouldn't, now he had to go and act like he was fine not only in front of himself or a few ghouls and Papa, no, now he had to fool thousands.

He didn’t think he’d manage.

He‘d been quiet during their journey, on the bus, in the hotel. He was too tired to speak and no one would listen to him anyway.

The day before the first show Phantom slept as much as possible, forcing his own quintessence to all but knock himself unconscious. He stumbled through preparations for the Ritual, through the soundcheck.

He squeezed out some quintessence that was not concentrated on keeping him alive to give himself somewhat of an energy boost, just before they stepped on stage. He never had any issues with handling the Fantomen, but that night it weighed him down impossibly more.

He just needed to get through the show, he could do that. He’d certainly try.

The lights were so bright. Too bright, even with the darkened lenses of their helmets.

It was too loud, the crowd, the music. 

Phantom’s clothes, even being looser than originally because of how much weight he had lost, were somehow too tight, too constricting.

He couldn’t breathe, he felt impossible weight crushing his chest. 

It hurt so much.

His head was pounding, vision blurry, the sound of blood pumping in his ears nauseating.

Phantom was sure that was it.

He felt awful for it. He couldn’t possibly be such an attention whore to drop dead in the middle of a performance, could he? He had to hold on, he didn’t want to ruin anyone’s night.

The show seemed to last forever, he thought it’d never end. That it’d be his punishment for being such a failure - being stuck in an endless loop of misery and agonising pain.

But it did end, finally.

Phantom doesn’t really remember chucking a bunch of picks at the audience, getting gifts from the fans, the bows. It was easier to zone out, not remember.

Because he’d have to remember the burning of a hand gripping his own, too.

He remembers getting off stage, tumbling down a few small steps and the thud his helmet made as it collided with the floor.

He made it through that one show… but no more.

***

“Lus, I- I can’t b- believe, how did we-” Phantom heard someone sobbing. Aurora, he thought, but he couldn’t make a sense out of her choked out words.

Wait.

Where was he?

“I know, sweetheart,” it had to be Cumulus now. Her voice also sounded… wet. “We failed, all of us, but don’t take it out on yourself.”

Phantom was… he was warm? Why was he warm, it was always so cold, what-

“Shhh, don’t freak out,” someone whispered, right into his ear. He panicked, suddenly too warm, too hot, melting. His only instinct was to run away, clawing at what tried to hold him in place. Or who.

Phantom scrambled away and bumped into something that was probably a corner of... wherever he was. He curled into a tight ball, tail wrapped around his body protectively and hissed. He didn’t want to look up, look around. He didn’t want to know where he was, who he was with. 

He just wanted to be gone. He didn’t want to hurt anymore.

“Phantom, hey, hey. It’s okay, you’re safe,” was it Swiss? It sounded like Swiss. 

Why was saying that, why was he lying?

Phantom lifted his head, just a bit, just enough to peek from behind his arms. It was Swiss. 

“Do you want me to get someone else? One of the girls? Rain?” he felt himself shaking his head. It looked like they were in the back lounge of their tour bus, it was turned into a big nest. The multi ghoul was crouching by one end of it, Phantom curled in the corner furthest away from him.

That warmth… was he-  was Swiss touching him?

“Breathe, bug, deep breaths,” he said and Phantom was so tired, so weak, he couldn’t not obey. He tried to breathe, sharp inhales followed by shaky exhales, over and over again.

Swiss was watching him like a hawk, barely even blinking. Phantom tried to curl into himself more, to hide from that intense stare, the attention he was not used to.

It seemed like ages had passed before the quintessence ghoul could be considered even relatively calm. Swiss didn’t move, only offered soothing words from time to time.

Phantom wanted to hate him, hate them all, but he was so exhausted and so lonely, he clinged to every single sound that escaped Swiss’ mouth like a lifeline. He was finally getting something, he finally got noticed. He had to treasure what he was getting now, it’d be over too quickly.

“There you go,” Swiss sighed, all sad. Why was he so sad? Did Phantom ruin the show after all? “Are you back with me?”

Phantom nodded. Was he, really?

“Okay, good. Can I come closer?” He thought about it for a moment? Did he want Swiss to get closer? To touch him? He thought he wanted nothing more in the world but what if it… what if it hurt? “I’ll be gentle, I promise, bug. I need you to trust me.”

Phantom nodded.

Swiss smiled softly, even though his eyes were betraying his sadness. He slowly crawled over to the quintessence ghoul, one hand carefully reaching out. It hovered over Phantom’s knee, Swiss searching for any signs of hesitation on the other’s side. He let it gently fall when he found none.

Phantom flinched, there was no way to prevent that, but soon sobbed in something like… relief.

“Good?” Swiss asked and received a nod in return. “More? Would you like a hug?”

“P- please,” he choked out, his throat tight, eyes burning with tears.

The multi ghoul slowly but surely wrapped his strong arms around Phantom’s shaking form, covering him whole with his body. He immediately went limp, wails tearing out of his throat as Swiss held him. “That’s it, let it out. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, bug. I’ve got you now, I won’t leave.”

Phantom could barely breathe, he was choking on tears, body convulsing in Swiss’ grip as he clinged to the multi ghoul like he’d turn to dust and disappear and Phantom would never be held again.

“Everything will be okay, I won’t leave you. I won’t let it get bad again, I’ve got you,” Swiss whispered, rocking them back and forth, doing his best to release some of his own quintessence into the room, even if now crying himself. 

How could he, all of them, be so blind, ignorant, awful? How did they miss all the signs, how did they let it get so bad? Why didn’t they take care of him from the beginning? What the fuck was wrong with them?

“N- no, you- you can’t give me h- hope, I can’t hope anymore,” Phantom cried and despite his words clutched Swiss tighter.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I-” Swiss sniffled, “there’s nothing I can do to fix it but-”

“Y- you can’t just- just decide to fix it n- now," the quintessence ghoul’s wails only increased in volume. How did they miss how broken he was? “It doesn’t work like that.”

“I know, fuck, I’m so sorry, lemme- please let me try to make it up to you, let me try to make it better, please, Phantom, I’m begging you, let me try.”

“You j- just feel bad I nearly flipped, it- it’s not real,” his words felt like a punch in the guts but Swiss knew how justified it was. He failed so fucking bad.

“No, it’s not- I mean, of course I feel fucking bad, you have no idea how bad. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to feel loved, it’s not- fuck, I don’t know what to say,” Swiss’ voice cracked. He thought that if Phantom really did die, he’d go right after him. How did they fail so badly?

“Just… just try, but I-” Phantom was hyperventilating, there was no breath left in his lungs. He hoped it wouldn’t get wasted by the things he wanted to say. “‘M not gonna survive another one, I’m fuckin’ stupid but I- it needs to be real, Swiss. I can’t take any more.”

“Baby… oh, sweetheart,” the multi ghoul sobbed, “I promise you, I’ve got you, ‘m not gonna let anything happen to you, you won’t be alone ever again, fuck, I’m so, so, sorry.”

Phantom didn’t have any more words, neither did Swiss. He could apologise over and over again but it made no sense. He cradled the quintessence ghoul in his arms, tears and snot soaking into each other’s clothes, held him for what seemed like hours. It probably was.

Swiss didn’t know when Phantom blacked out, he thought he did too. He remembers Rain staring down at them from the bus’ corridor with tears flowing down his own cheeks. The multi ghoul nodded at them with a pleading look, silently asking him to join. 

Rain got down on his knees and crawled over to Phantom and Swiss, helping the latter to rearrange them to somewhat of a more comfortable position. They then glued themself to Phantom’s back, squeezing the ghoul between him and Swiss.

Some time later they heard socked feet shuffling in their direction. Dewdrop.

Even before he fully laid down behind Rain, Mountain appeared in the doorway, and it didn’t take much for the three ghoulettes to make their way over to the nest too.

They should all fall onto their knees before Phantom and beg him for forgiveness, but he didn’t want that. He may be stupid for still allowing himself that tiny droplet of hope but all he wanted now was love. He wanted, needed, to be loved.

He truly wouldn’t survive more heartbreak.

***

Fans seemed to enjoy Phantom getting more lively, more confident on stage, finally allowing himself some more… intimate interactions with his bandmates. Finally being allowed touch.

But he couldn’t not feel like all the attention he was now getting was just a way for the ghouls to not feel bad about nearly letting him die. He was fine if he didn’t think about it, but at the end of the day he was just a stray animal that had stumbled into their home and they took him in out of pity, to not feel like they were awful people, to not feel guilty.

It would surely end when they got back to the Abbey, he had to soak all the comfort on the road if he wanted to have any chances at living on.

Phantom couldn’t believe it was real when they did return and he was still being seen. He was being invited for cuddles, for movie nights, game nights.

Never left behind, anymore. Never being forgotten.

Touch didn’t burn anymore, it warmed him both outside and inside in the best possible way.

He was… happier. Way happier, even though he felt like a fraud, like a mismatched puzzle piece forcefully shoved among the others. He caught himself thinking about it all ending, a lot. It was a reasonable fear with how it used to be.

Months later, years, when he’d be alone, he’d be vulnerable to the words the vile voice in the back of his head would throw at him. And he would believe them. 

He’d remember his first year on earth and realise his pack had never actually cared for him, they were still pretending, still feeling guilty about his past loneliness, the sickness they missed until it was nearly too late.

But now every time Phantom cries someone hears him. 

They don’t let him feel alone, don’t let him be cold.

“What’s on your mind, bug?” Swiss stopped his racing train of thoughts. Phantom burrowed further into his side. Rain, glued to his back, mumbled something incoherent into his neck.

“Nothing,” the quintessence ghoul sighed.

“You sure? Everything okay?” It was no wonder Swiss worried, they all did now. They were all afraid of doing something wrong, of breaking Phantom again.

“Would you mind shutting up? Tryin’ to sleep here,” Dew snarled with no real venom from Swiss’ other side.

“Let them be,” Mountain scolded him, tightening his hold on the fire ghoul.

“I’m sure,” Phantom whispered into Swiss’ chest and let his eyes slip shut again.

His pack would never forgive themselves for neglecting him like they did, they’d keep doing everything in their power to make him feel loved, cared for, cared about.

And maybe in some time Phantom would stop doubting it was real.

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