Demons Are A Girl’s Best Friend

Star Wars

Pokémon

Ghost (Band)

Powerwolf (Band)

Five Night's at Freddy's

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

You set down your coffee cup on the table with trembling hands. You were on your third cup, contemplating a fourth. Anything to avoid going back to your room. You can already imagine the note pinned to your door, a summoning. Your mind racing a million miles a minute, imagining any and every punishment imaginable Sister Imperator could give you. Cleaning the ritual room, mopping the floors after dinner, a full day out in the garden pulling weeds in the heat. Anything was possible. You’d only been in her good graces up until this point, although not necessarily on her radar. You weren’t exactly a sibling of note, after all. Although, knowing the kind of sibling Brother Brant probably is, he sent up a complaint immediately after his shift. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Cirrus wrapped her arm around your waist. She had a worried look in those stormcloud eyes of hers. Lips turned into a frown. “Darling, are you okay?” she asked softly. 

It was then that you noticed that the rest of the pack was staring at you, looks that mirrored Cirrus’s. 

“If you’re worried about that brother, just give us his name,” Mountain said lowly. He kneeled in front of you on the couch, taking your shaking hands in his. “I promise we can take care of him for you.” Your face heated at the implications behind “take care of him”, but you just shook your head. Your throat constricts. 

“Mount,” Cirrus growled warningly, “you’re not helping.” 

As the earth ghoul and air ghoulette engaged in a heated glaring and growling contest, you felt Dew slip in next to you on your other side. A hand came down to soothingly rub your exposed thigh, the heat of his hand a welcome tension-reliever. “It’s Imperator, isn’t it?” he asked, his tone soft.

You felt the tears that you’d been trying to repress at this point begin to well up in your eyes. You bit your lip as you nodded, failing to hold them back. Dew was the first to notice, letting a displeased sound slip up his throat and make itself known. He grasped your chin to force you to face him, hands cupping your cheeks and thumbs swiping away your tears. You melted into his touch. This is when the others took note, all ten of them swarming you with cooing words of comfort. 

“Oh honey, don’t cry,” Cumulus kneeled next to Mountain and nuzzled her face into your arm, pressing a ghost of a kiss to your skin. “She’s not as scary as they say she is, I promise.”

“Besides, you haven’t gotten in trouble yet, right?” Sunshine asked. You nodded wordlessly. “Right, so you’ll get a scolding at worst, right guys?” 

“I mean, we typically report to Papa, but she’s been nice to us so far,” Phantom said, turning to Aurora, who nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, she’s really nice!” She added encouragingly.

You swallowed harshly. “I…I hope you’re right. I just…” you inhale sharply, trying to catch your breath. You felt someone gently poke your arm. You looked up to see Rain holding a glass of water in his hands. You smiled and, once Mountain let go of the grip he had on your hand, took the glass from him and took a sip. “Thanks, Rain,” you say softly before continuing your train of thought. “I just worry that he’s going to blow this whole thing out of proportion and Imperator’s going to take his word over mine. Especially since I’m the one who ditched the shift, I’m really the one at fault.”

“That’s bullshit,” Swiss replies immediately while you take a sip of water. “There’s no reason for her to take his word over yours. And if she does, we’ll have words, right Mount?”

“Right,” Mountain agreed, deathly serious. You just shook your head. 

“Both of you stop that,” Cirrus hissed, holding you closer to her side. “She already said she didn’t want you two getting in trouble over this situation last night, do you want to upset her even more?” 

Mountain and Swiss cringed away at that, giving you apologetic looks that made you smile sadly. 

“I appreciate the thought, really,” you say, setting down the glass of water to take one of Mountain’s hands and one of Swiss’s. “But the last thing I want is for something bad to happen to any of you because of me. So no intimidation tactics and no hurting anyone, okay?” You squeeze their hands softly, and they squeeze yours back with a nod.

“Would you feel better if someone walked you to her office?” Aether asked, “We don’t have to go to the recording booths for another hour, so it’d be possible.”

“We can walk her, right ‘Lus?” Cirrus said immediately, looking at her fellow air ghoulette with a certain glint in her eye. 

Cumulus nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah, we’ll make sure no one messes with you, Y/n.”

Mountain and Swiss looked like they were going to protest, but Aether and Dew nudged them and gave them poignant looks that broke no arguments. Mountain looked a bit tense and Swiss a bit dejected, but it appeared like they understood whatever message the two ghouls were trying to send. 

“C’mon then, let’s get you to your room so you can freshen up, then we can deal with whatever Imperator has to say,” Cumulus smiled, raising up from her knees and taking your hands. Cirrus stood as Cumulus helped you up. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as Cirrus opens the den’s door for you, and Cumulus guides you out. 

You remember back when Papa was a Cardinal, he would refer to Cumulus and Cirrus as his “lovely lionesses.” They would play up the act, clawing at the air from behind the synth cage. You didn’t think of them much as lions for the most part, they were so sweet and caring typically, you couldn’t imagine them as anything but. Now, you can see it. Cirrus rested a hand at the small of your back, guiding you through the halls and to the sibling dormitories. Cumulus held your hand, soothingly rubbing her thumb against the skin of your hand. You couldn’t see the expressions they were showing, but judging by the terrified looks on the faces of the siblings you’d pass, you assumed they were death-glaring anyone who dared to look at you. 

Just as you’d feared, there was a note pinned to your door. You sighed heavily and squeezed Cumulus’s hand. She squeezed yours back, leaning in to whisper words of comfort in your ear. Before you could even think of taking the paper off yourself, Cirrus went ahead and did it for you. She took off the thumbtack briskly and clutched the paper in her other hand. Cumulus opened the door to your room and ushered you inside. 

You moved to take the letter from Cirrus, but she held it away from you. “Ah, go get ready for the day darling. Don’t worry about this nonsense right now,” she said with an aura of command that made you feel weak in the knees. It was something in her tone that made the command impossible to refuse. 

So, you grabbed a fresh habit and slipped into your bathroom. The boiling hot water was a relief to the muscles you didn’t even realize were tense. You took your time, trying to scrub the anxiety from you. Even if you knew just reading the note would rev it back up, you tried your best to relax for that brief moment. 

When you stepped out of the bathroom, fresh-faced and properly dressed, the sight before you made your heart melt. Cirrus was tidying up your nightstand while Cumulus was admiring your space. When you stepped into the room, both of their faces snapped to look at you. 

Cumulus’s bright smile was nearly blinding, her tail practically wagging behind her. “You look gorgeous honey,” she commented, her eyes scanning up your form appreciatively.

“I’m just in my regular old habit, ‘Lus,” you giggle and rub your neck through your habit. “Nothing special in the slightest.”

You didn’t even realize that Cirrus had moved to stand next to you until she captured your chin between her thumb and forefinger. “Doesn’t matter, darling. You’re always gorgeous to us, Y/n.” 

You blush profusely, your eyes flicking down. “Thanks,” you whisper, far too flustered to speak any louder. 

Cirrus smiled softly, mercifully letting you go for the time being. “Imperator wants to see you at her office in fifteen minutes. Cumulus and I will walk you over and wait until your chat is over before we head to the recording booths.”

“You didn’t have to go all the way with this,” you reply, “I don’t want to get you in trouble with Papa.” 

“Mountain’s always the first to record anyway, we won’t be needed for a bit,” Cumulus said, “He won’t care all that much, I promise.” 

“Copia’s much more relaxed then say, Secondo is,” Cirrus adds, “Besides, he knows about you, so if we tell him we’re helping you with something he’ll understand.”

Your eyes widen, heat rising to your cheeks. “He knows about me?” 

Cirrus smirks. “Kind of hard for him not to at this point. He knows you’re our friend, not much else yet. Sometimes you have to spell things out for him to get it, he can be a bit dense.” 

You smile. “What do you guys say? Nothing bad, I hope.”

“Of course not!” Cumulus places a hand over her heart, admonishing the mere thought. “We just tell him the funny stuff. Like when you were passed out between Swiss and Phantom when we were playing Uno. We still don’t know how you slept through Dew and Sunny’s screaming match.”

“Or how your cards managed to stay upright in your hands,” Cirrus added. She extended a hand to Cumulus and guided her into standing and giving the back of her hand a kiss. 

You chuckled and shook your head, remembering waking up squished between the two ghouls while the rest surrounded you in a big cuddle-pile. After a long day of work, one too many drinks, and being surrounded in the safe warmth of your dear Ghouls made sleep far too hard to resist. “A girl can’t divulge all her secrets, now can she?” You tease. The two ghoulettes laugh, both moving to flank your sides. Cirrus rested a hand on the small of your back to guide you to your bedroom door. You nearly forgot you were supposed to meet with Sister Imperator soon.

Each step was a heavy one, and even with the presence of your protective ghoulettes, a pit of unease swirled in your stomach the closer you grew to Imperator’s office. You must’ve had a downtrodden look on your face, because Cumulus took your hand in hers, your fingers intertwining perfectly. She gave it a comforting squeeze. “You’ll be okay, Y/n,” she whispered, “Just take some deep breaths and tell her your side of the story.” 

“If she doesn’t at least consider your side being true, don’t react too harshly,” Cirrus added, “He knows what he did and chose to lie about it. You are truthful and genuine, you know you’ve done the right thing even if Imperator doesn’t recognize it.” 

You nod, trying to shift into a more positive headspace. “Yeah, you’re right. I know I did the right thing, and regardless of my punishment it won’t matter in the end.”

“Atta girl,” Cirrus rubbed her thumb soothingly up and down the small of your back. “You’ll be just fine.”

“And the boys didn’t have to fight for your honor for you to be just fine,” Cumulus piped in, and the three of you laughed. 

“It’s very sweet of them to even consider doing that, but hell forbid they actually do,” you giggle, shaking your head. 

“They’re all lucky that we, Rain and Aether have level heads,” Cumulus said, “Or else we’d all be back in the pits by now.” 

“Although that doesn’t mean that we wouldn’t fight for you,” Cirrus whispered. She leaned down, kissed your cheek and leaned in close to your ear. “We would do anything for you, darling.”

You feel your face flush, shaking your head. “I don’t get why, truthfully,” you say without thinking, “I’m nobody special.” 

Cirrus and Cumulus stop in their tracks. The horrified looks they give you made you stop in your tracks as well. Cumulus almost looked like you had personally insulted her, wide eyes and a pouty lip. Cirrus looked shocked, lips set in a thin line. Her hand that was previously resting on the small of your back now wrapping around your hip to pull you to her. 

“Y/n, where did you get that idea from?” Cirrus spoke slow and lowly, her stormy grey eyes practically a hurricane. The hand that wasn’t on your hip reached up to cup your face. You were stunned into silence, words leaving you at her vehement response.

“Was it that brother? Is that what he said to you?” Cumulus clung to your arm. She pressed her face into your shoulder, peppering some kisses to your covered shoulder. “Maybe we should let Mount and Swiss beat him up…”

“It’s nothing, please,” you whisper, swallowing harshly and looking down for a moment. “I’ve got to get to Imperator’s office soon, right?” 

Cirrus gave you a tight nod and a look that screamed this conversation isn’t over. The rest of the walk to Sister Imperator’s office was silent. You could feel the two ghoulettes eyeing you worriedly. When you finally reached it, you turned to face them. “Thank you both, seriously,” you say, giving them a reassuring smile. 

“Of course honey,” Cumulus replied quietly, “We’ve got you.”

“No one messes with our girl,” Cirrus adds, just as deathly serious as Dewdrop was the night before. “Don’t forget that, Y/n.”

“I won’t Cirrus,” you whisper, looking down for a moment. You take a breath. “Well, here goes nothing, I guess.” 

“You’ll be fine darling,” Cirrus reassured you. “C’mon ‘Lus, we have to get going.”

Cumulus nodded. “We’ll see you later, love,” she said. With that, the two air ghoulettes turned back down the hall, heading towards the recording booths. You watched them go, swallowing down your nerves in the process.

You turned to face Sister Imperator’s office with a grimace. One deep breath later and you knocked on the door. After a muffled “come in,” you opened the door and stepped inside. Sister Imperator was behind her desk, a cup of coffee sitting on a saucer on one side and a stack of papers on the other. A paper and pen was laid out in front of her. 

“Good morning Sister Y/n,” she greeted you, lips set in a thin line. “I assume you know why I summoned you here this morning?” 

You bow your head. “Yes Sister, I do,” you say as you swallow nervously. You shift on your feet, clasping your hands behind your back. 

“Now Y/n, your record here is… very good. I would say one of the best,” Imperator looked at you over her little glasses. “That being said, I understand that you abandoned your laundry shift yesterday, as well as performing your own laundry when it wasn’t your assigned day.” 

You cringe. “Yes Sister. May I explain that second one first?” You ask, and Imperator nods. “I was out of habits and veils, I couldn’t quite wait until today for it to be done.” 

She writes a note on the paper in front of her. “That is completely understandable, Sister. Now, onto that first thing,” she looks up from the paper and taps the pen on the side of her finger. “Brother Brant has told me his version of events, I would like to hear what you think happened.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. I know what happened, I was there. “For some background, Sister, I am… good friends with Papa’s ghouls,” you begin, trying to hide your smile at the mere thought of them. “While on shift, Cumulus dropped off a little lunch for me and had a short conversation.” Sister nodded, taking another little note. “After she left, Brother Brant said some very disrespectful things about… myself and the ghouls,” you hesitated to include the words targeted towards you, but you knew you had to keep the events as accurate as possible. “He called me a freak, and referred to the ghouls as “Papa’s dogs.” You paused and swallowed, clenching your jaw under Imperator’s scrutiny. “Truthfully Sister, I let my anger get the better of me. The ghouls mean a lot to me, so to hear someone insult them in such a way upset me. I yelled at him and stormed out.” You stood rigid, maintaining eye contact with Sister Imperator the entire time, not faltering under her intimidating demeanor.

Sister Imperator nodded silently, scribbling down some more notes. “I see. Since this is a rather “he said-she said situation, I will let you off with a warning, Sister Y/n,” she said sternly. You let go of a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “But I do not expect this to happen again. Perhaps speak to one of the Papas on how to better handle your wrath.” 

You nod. “I understand Sister, thank you Sister.” 

She holds up her hand. “I’m not done, sister. I want you to clean the floors of the entrance hall today. It’s the weakest form of punishment that we have for a first offense. Sister Mariah is waiting to meet you to give you your supplies.”

“Yes Sister,” you bow your head, “I will head right over. Thank you for listening to me.” 

Imperator gives you a smile that you weren’t sure was genuine. “Of course Sister Y/n, we take all sides into account when it comes to situations like these. Have a good day.”

“You as well, Sister.” You turn around and slip out the door, sighing in relief. You felt lucky that she chose not to punish you further than just floor duty, which was certainly something you could handle. 

You start walking to the entryway, mentally preparing to deal with the aching knees you see in your future.

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Cumulus sighed after she took a sip of her honey chamomile tea from her travel cup, the smooth sweetness soothing to her throat and delightful on her tongue. She was curled into Cirrus’s side, the air ghoulettes cuddling up as they watched Dew, Rain and Phantom record their parts for the latest song. Aurora was seated on Mountain’s lap next to them, while Swiss sat with Aether and Sunshine over at the mixing booth alongside Papa. She overheard Papa say that they’d be taking a break after this take.

Cumulus perked up when she felt her phone buzz. In fact, it was a group vibration, all of the ghouls’ phones buzzing at the same time. Cumulus wiggled to get her phone out of her back pocket. Cirrus shifted against her to grab her own, both of them switching on their phones to see the notification. Her eyes lit up upon seeing the text message in the pack group chat: 

Y/n 💞: Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that everything’s okay. Imperator stuck me on floor cleaning duty in the entry hall. Smallest punishment she could give me. Thank you again for this morning ❤️. 

Cumulus smiled, looking up at Cirrus to see she was looking down at her with the same expression. “I told her everything would be fine, didn’t I?” Cirrus said with a wry grin. 

“And you were right,” Cumulus nodded in agreement. She hugged Cirrus, nuzzling into her with a contented purr. 

“It’s good that she’s okay,” Mountain added, “I was worried, truth be told.” 

“You always worry,” Aurora piped up, “you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t worry about us all the time.” The small ghoulette giggled as Mountain tugged her closer to his chest, grumbling something under his breath. 

Cirrus chuckled, “She’s not wrong, darling. Always the mother hen, my dear Mountain.” 

Mountain snorted. “As if you aren’t either, Cir,” he shot back. Cumulus covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the laugh bubbling in her throat.

“I’m not denying it,” the air ghoulette shrugged, “but I’m not as overt about it as you are.” Cirrus squeezed Cumulus’s waist, turning her head and pressing a kiss to Cumulus’s forehead. The other ghoulette practically melted at the affection. 

At the strum of the final note Papa dramatically stood from his seat, turning off the recording and clapping in appreciation. “Wonderful job my friends, just wonderful. This take earned us all a well-deserved break, no?”

“It sure did Papa,” Sunshine agreed. Aether and Swiss looked up from their phones and grinned at each other before looking over at the three guitar ghouls, who were presumably reading the message as well. 

“Thank Satan,” Dewdrop sighed as he switched off his phone. “She was really worried about it last night, I’m glad nothing bad came of it.” 

“What happened?” Papa asked, his paints scrunching with his brows. 

The ghouls exchanged glances before looking over at Dewdrop. “It’s Sister Y/n, she… uh, got into some trouble yesterday and was worried about meeting with Sister Imperator about it,” he elaborated, shifting on his heels. 

“Oh?” Papa tilted his head like a curious puppy, “What was the trouble?”

“That’s the thing,” Mountain said, “she won’t really tell us the full story. Though Cumulus might know more than any of us.”

Cumulus bit the inside of her cheek. “Even I don’t really know. She was on laundry duty so I dropped off a little lunch for her during our big break,” she paused, frowning a bit. “The brother that was on duty with her glared at us until I left.”

“Later last night she told me that he insulted her and us, so she yelled at him and stormed out,” Dew added. The ghouls nodded solemnly, eyes darting between each other and Papa. 

“What? That’s not acceptable in the slightest!” Papa exclaimed, his white eye practically glowing, “Did Sister Y/n say what was said? And who said it, for that matter.”

Dew grimaced. “Just that he called us your “dogs.” She won’t tell us what he said about her nor what his name was.” 

“Probably because Mount and Swiss kept threatening to beat the guy up,” Phantom tossed in with a grin. Swiss elbowed him in the side, making the younger quintessence ghoul let out a startled “oof.” 

“She’s… very shy, and isn’t really the type to want to get people in trouble,” Aether said, “Sister is having her clean the entry hall floors, which is apparently the weakest punishment for a first offense.” 

Papa clicked his tongue. “Still, that’s not right… Perhaps I will speak to my mother about it…”

“She’d be mortified if she found out we said something to you though,” Sunshine frowned, “she kept telling us to let it go, but it’s hard hearing that someone hurt the person we love…” 

While the group was murmuring their agreements, Cumulus felt a tug on her sleeve. She looked up to see Rain smiling down at her. She grinned right back. “What’s up Raincloud?”

Rain tucked a piece of his wavy black hair behind his ear, his tail flicking back and forth behind him. “I was wondering if you’d think it would be a good idea for me to check up on her.”

Cumulus smirked, her eyes flashing. “I think it would be a good thing for you to do, darling. Give her a little taste of what tomorrow will bring, hm?” 

Rain chuckled softly. “As long as you and Cir are okay with it.” 

Cumulus looked up at Cirrus, who was too busy talking to Aurora to hear. “She won’t mind one bit,” she nudged him on, “We’ll have all the time in the world with her tonight.” 

The water ghoul nodded silently, giving the air ghoulette a little wave before slipping out the studio door.

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You felt like Cinderella, dunking your rag in soapy water and scrubbing at the dirty tile floor. Of course it had to rain overnight, so the siblings coming in and out of the abbey brought all the earth’s mud with them. What made it worse, however, was the ugly stepsister-esque glances you’d garner from some of your fellow siblings. The older siblings paid you no mind, per usual, but of course the siblings your age had to snicker and purposefully step on a place you had just cleaned out of some weird kind of spite. Perhaps this was some kind of sick and twisted test of your patience that Imperator devised.

You heard someone step behind you and you mentally prepared for them to ruin the spot that you just finished cleaning. However, when you looked up, you were met with the sweet, soft eyes of Rain. The sight of him made your heart flutter and posture relax. 

“How are you doing, Y/n?” he asked, crouching down to meet your gaze face-to-face. Though you didn’t spend as much one-on-one time with Rain compared to say, Swiss, you always found him to be kind and strikingly beautiful. You could get lost in those deep ocean eyes. 

“Just trying to get through,” you smile softly, “though my knees are killing me.” 

Rain raised a brow. “You haven’t stood up once since you’ve started?”

You sigh. “Kind of hard to take a stand break when there’s constantly a spot to re-clean. They keep stepping where I’ve just cleaned despite the signs.” You flail your arm towards the “wet floor” sign that Rain was sitting next to. 

As if on cue, three siblings march around you and Rain and directly onto the wet path that leads down to the seminary rooms, though there was a dry path right next to it. They giggled and shot you both dirty looks, whispering amongst themselves as they stomped about in their slightly muddy shoes. 

“Hey, the floor’s still wet there,” you lamely call out, “you could slip!” 

One of the brothers shot you the middle finger from behind his back. You rolled your eyes.  

Rain poked your arm, taking your attention from the three for the moment. “Watch this,” he whispered, winking at you playfully. He lifted his arm, hand extended towards the siblings and his deep blue eyes began to glow. Little ripples started pulsing out on the water up until they met the sibling’s feet. 

The three siblings went down like bowling pins, shrieking, flailing their arms about and grasping onto each other as they fell. You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the surprised squawk you nearly let loose. They stood up shakily, grasping onto the wall and hefting themselves from the ground. They glanced back at you. 

“She told you you could slip,” Rain said sternly. His hand was at his side as if he never lifted it. “Maybe be more courteous of the signs next time.” 

The three grumbled, shooting more dagger glares as they stumbled off past the next sign to wherever they were going. 

You looked up at Rain with pure adoration in your eyes, mouth agape. “I didn’t think you had that in you,” you said with a chuckle of disbelief. 

Rain smirked, taking your chin between his fingers. “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweet girl. Just you wait,” he murmured, his eyes scanning your face until falling to your lips. “You and I are in for a long night tomorrow.” 

Your face flushed deeply, your cheeks feeling as if they were on fire. You really didn’t think he had that in him.  Rain took your hands and helped you to your feet. You whimpered as your knees burned at the action. 

Rain tutted, kneeling back down to massage your kneecaps. “Forgive me, I’m not as good at this as Dew or Aether is,” he joked, grinning up at you. 

You smile back. “You’re perfect, Rain. Thank you.” As he stands, you look up at him and smile even wider. You can feel the affection behind your gaze that you couldn’t hold back even if you tried.

“Anything for you, Y/n,” he said softly. He took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles with almost a kind of reverence that was tangible to you. Your heart felt like it was going to explode while your brain continued to question what you did to deserve them. 

“I probably have to get back to the booth now,” Rain sounded almost sad as he said it. “We’ll see you later, right?”

“Of course,” you reply, “though I don’t quite know what Lus and Cir have planned for me.” You blush at the mere thought, potential scenarios already flooding your brain and causing arousal to swirl in your gut. 

Rain chuckled. “You’re in for a real treat, I can promise you that much.” He squeezed your hands before letting go regretfully. 

“See you later, Rain,” you say softly. Rain smiles and gives you a little wave before turning and walking back from whence he came. 

You sigh wistfully as you watch him go, yearning to join him. You then turn back to the floor and reality, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath. You slide back down to the floor and resume the monotonous task of cleaning the entryway. 

Just a few more hours until you could see your ghouls again.

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Your body felt as though it was being weighed down by copious amounts of lead by the time you made it back to your room. Your main intention at first was to freshen up before heading over to the ghoul den. Your whole body ached after being on your knees all day, some of the cleaning water splashed all over your habit. You just wanted a shower and a change of clothes. At least, at first. But the more you thought about your room as you made your way over to the siblings’ dormitories the more you began fantasizing about your bed. 

Your brows raised when you saw a note pinned to your door. Your first thought was Sister Imperator—maybe you didn’t do a good enough job on the floors? Or the siblings from earlier reported you for the slipping incident? Oh, you hoped not. Imperator might as well just shoot you dead if you got in trouble again. 

But when you finally got to the door, you were greeted with the neat cursive of Cirrus’s handwriting. You smiled softly as you picked the thumbtack from the door, cradling the small piece of notebook paper like it was made of fragile parchment. When you entered your room you shut your door to lean against it, taking in the words on the page. 

Hello my darling love, I hope your day was better than yesterday’s. When you come to the den, come straight to my room, just knock once. Cumulus and I will be waiting patiently for you. Also, if you could indulge us, please wear that cute little yellow dress you have. You look divine in it. 

Always yours,

Cirrus

You blush, knowing the exact dress she was thinking of. They’d always compliment you when you wore it, and you suppose now you know why. With just a bit more pep in your step, you walk over to your bathroom to take a much-needed shower. Even in the refreshing cold water, your gut swirled with anticipation. The words Mountain said to you that very first night when he ripped your panties to shreds were at the forefront of your mind:

“Don’t fret sweet one, the girls will take you out to get some new ones, cause they’ll probably do the same.”

You shivered at the mere thought, or perhaps that was the cold water. Either way, you could already feel the arousal beginning to swirl in your center. Turning off the water, you dried off and fiddled around with your hair. If you were going to put in the effort to wear a cute little outfit for them, you might as well go all the way. 

After your hair was done to your liking, you wrapped your towel around your body and went back into your bedroom. You set out the dress in question, a cute little number you’ve had forever and was one of your favorites (and, you suppose, was one of the ghouls’ favorites as well). You then shifted your attention to your underwear drawer, hunting through all of your sets. You wanted to pick something nice, but upon remembering Mountain’s premonition, decided to pick a set that you still liked but wouldn’t be heartbroken if it was torn to bits later in the evening.

After putting everything on, you checked yourself out in your mirror. You could admit to yourself in the moment that you looked gorgeous, your hair framing your face perfectly and your dress looked simply adorable. Grinning to yourself, you strided with confidence out your door and down the halls to the ghoul den. 

When you opened the door to the den, you were greeted with the smell of Marijanna and the loud violins of the Psycho theme. The boys were splayed about on the couch, passing two joints between each other and watching the aforementioned movie. Their heads shot to you when you stepped inside. Phantom’s jaw dropped, his half-closed eyes as wide as they could get. Aether’s hooded eyes scanned you appreciatively, his purr audible even over the loud screaming from the TV. Mountain’s fingers dug into the chair, gripping the armrest for dear life. Looking ready to pounce. Rain looked lovestruck where he sat on Mountain’s lap, mouth spewing the smoke of his exhale, the breath literally being knocked out of his lungs. Swiss was licking his lips, eyes scanning up and down your form with an appreciative hum as he took a hit of his joint. Dew let out a wolf whistle, raking his fangs over his lip teasingly. 

“Fuck, you look so good,” Mountain growled, his fangs flashing as his tail thrashed behind him. 

“They’re so lucky, damn,” Phantom whispered, swallowing harshly. 

“If they wouldn’t kill me, I’d take you right now,” Dew teased, his eyes blown with lust. 

“You and me both, Dewdrop,” Aether mumbled under his breath. Mountain hummed wordlessly in agreement.

“Wow,” Rain whispered, his brain seemingly fried and insanely aroused all at once. 

Swiss blew out his exhale in the shape of an O. “I know they’re waiting for you, babygirl. Go have your fun,” he grinned and winked playfully. 

You smiled shyly and fiddled with your dress, your face burning hot and arousal pooling in your core. “I will, daddy,” you teased back despite your flustered state, “you boys enjoy yourself too.” You gave them a little wave and a wink as you walked over to Cirrus’s door, ignoring the erotic groans your reply wrought from the ghouls. 

You could hear some giggling coming from the inside as you knocked. When you opened the door and stepped inside, you were greeted with a sight you dared to call heavenly. 

Cumulus and Cirrus were clad in delicate lace sets, Cirrus in black and Cumulus in white. They were lounging on the bed almost provocatively, like they held those poses forever just so you could see them in all their glory when you finally arrived. It was your turn for your jaw to drop, a short gasp escaping your lips unconsciously. 

“Oh honey,” Cumulus sighed, her eyes trailing up your body appreciatively. “You are just perfect.”

“Such a good girl for us too, getting all dolled up for us,” Cirrus added with a smirk, “We could hear the boys from in here, and they’re right. We are lucky to be able to pleasure our beautiful girl tonight, aren’t we ‘Lus?”

“We’re blessed by the Olde Ones, my love,” Cumulus opened her arms to you, beckoning you. “Come here, let us adore you.” 

Your brain finally stopped blue-screening. “You’re gorgeous,” you blurt out, your face absolutely on fire. 

Cumulus giggled, sitting up to take your hands and pull you to the bed. Cirrus slid her hands around your waist and hummed, her claws scratching the fabric. “You’re the gorgeous one, darling. Look at you, a goddess among the demons.” 

“Mhm, now if only we could all be like Swiss and worship you on a proper altar,” Cumulus teased, her hands sliding from yours and moving to rub your thighs soothingly. 

“W… What if I want to worship you?” you asked breathily. Truly, you did. Despite all of the stuttering and stumbling over words, they, like Aether, like the rest of them, looked like figures carved from marble. Divine in every sense of the word. 

Cirrus took one of your wrists and placed a delicate kiss to your pulse. She grinned up at you, no doubt feeling how fast your heart was racing. “You’ll have all the time in the world for that another day, love. Be a good girl for us and let us take the lead tonight, hm?”

You nod wordlessly, still far too enraptured to do much else. Cirrus hummed, taking your hands as she stood up. She cupped your cheek tenderly and pressed her lips to yours. You sighed into it, delicately placing your hands on her hips. You feel Cumulus’s arms wrap around your waist, her lips making contact with your neck. You whimper softly when you feel her fangs drag across a sensitive piece of skin and she giggles. 

“You’re so precious,” Cumulus coos. Cirrus parts from you, leaving you a panting mess. She moves the hand that was on your cheek down to rest on your neck, squeezing teasingly. Cumulus took the chance to take your chin between her fingers, turning your face and pressing her lips to yours. 

It was overwhelming in the best possible way, having the undivided attention of the two ghoulettes. Their hands were always moving; caressing, squeezing. They kept alternating who was kissing your lips and who was kissing your body, stealing your breath and making your body burn bright with arousal.

When Cirrus’s hand slipped under your skirt and grazed your soaked underwear, she let out a deep growl that caused you to whine pathetically against Cumulus’s lips. 

“Darling,” she panted against the skin of your neck, her fangs dragging against the skin there. “You’re so wet for us already? Such a needy thing you are.” She circled your clit through the thin fabric, her expert fingers causing bits of pleasure to shoot up your spine and making you moan just as Cumulus parts from you. 

“May I taste her first, my love?” Cumulus asked oh so sweetly as she pressed her lips to your shoulders. 

Cirrus hummed. “Yes you may, sweet one.” Cirrus moved her hand away from your center and you whined quietly in protest. She lightly spanked your thigh, making you jolt. “Don’t brat out on us Y/n, you’ll take what we give like a good girl, won’t you?” 

You nod eagerly as Cirrus grasps the bottom of your dress. “I’ll be good, promise,” you say, looking at Cirrus with pleading eyes. 

“We know you will honey,” Cumulus whispered in your ear as she slipped her hands under your dress now, squeezing your ass appreciatively. “Always such a good girl, so sweet and lovely.”  

Cirrus gently lifted the dress from you, guiding you to raise your arms to get it off all the way. Both ghoulettes moaned at the sight of your dainty undergarments—something you liked, but wouldn’t be heartbroken to lose. 

And lose you did, as Cirrus instantly tore the bra straight from your body, her claws slashing the delicate material. It drew a gasp from you, your thighs squeezing together as arousal surged through you at the violent movement. 

“Fuck,” Cirrus growled out before kissing you deeply. You whimpered as you felt Cumulus cup your still-clothed pussy, your legs trembling at her sigh of delight as she teasingly rubbed her thumb over your clothed clit. Both ghoulettes kissed down your sternum on opposite sides, each taking a nipple between their lips and sucking. Cirrus was just a bit rougher, while Cumulus was more gentle with her affections. The dichotomy wretched another loud moan from you, your hands shooting up to curl into their hair. 

“Please,” you gasped, throwing your head back. “I need you, please.” 

Cumulus giggled as she parted from you, her eyes shining with a sweet combination of mirth and lust. “You’re so cute when you beg, Y/n.” She parted from you, moving a bit farther up on the bed and laying down flat. She reached for you with outstretched arms. ”Come here, love.” 

Your eyes widened, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at the implications. “Are… Are you sure?” You curl your hands against your thigh, your nails digging in slightly. 

Cirrus separated from your breast next, cupping your hips and rubbing soothing circles against the skin there. “Cumulus loves it when we sit on her face. It would make her so happy darling,” Cirrus kissed your neck softly. “I want to see how beautiful you look upon your new throne.” 

You whimpered, nodding in agreement. You left Cirrus’s embrace to crawl to Cumulus, arching your back slightly as you did to give the ghoulette behind you a little show. The moan of appreciation and harsh slap to your ass made it certainly worth it. Now, as you move your way up Cumulus’s body, you take your chance to do just a bit of worshiping yourself. Kissing up her belly, stopping for a brief moment to suck a mark on the part of her breast that was spilling out of her bra. The ghoulette beneath you hummed appreciatively sliding her hands down your back the further you crawled up. 

Straddling her, you hesitated a moment. “You’re sure this is okay?” you asked, voice trembling. 

Cumulus giggled at your hesitancy. “Honey, I want to drown in you,” her hands cupped your ass, claws lightly digging in. She tugged you closer. “Sit on my fucking face, love.” 

She pulled you even further until your core was above her face. You felt another set of hands grab your hips and push you down onto Cumulus. Cirrus dragged her fangs up your shoulder to your neck, where they sunk down into your sensitive skin. You and Cumulus moaned in tandem, your moan growing higher in pitch as Cumulus grasped your underwear and tore it straight from your body. 

She was devouring you, her tongue practically everywhere as she took you in. Sucking your clit between her lips, her claws digging into your ass deliciously. A little bit of pain to go along with the immense pleasure. Cirrus was sucking marks into your skin and murmuring hot praise in your ear.

“Look at you, such a good girl. Giving ‘Lus such a sweet gift. I can’t wait to taste you for myself, darling. Fuck, your’re gorgeous. You understand how blessed we feel to have a goddess in our life? You’re divine, Y/n. Absolutely fucking divine. All for us to worship and adore, hm? So sweet and needy for us already. Grinding on her face like a desperate little thing.” You didn’t even realize you were doing it, but you were. Rubbing yourself against Cumulus’s face like a bitch in heat, your body unconsciously pursuing the white-hot pleasure the ghoulette beneath you was giving. 

Cumulus was seemingly enjoying it as much as you were, high little moans leaving her lips and reverberating against your sensitive folds, causing even more pleasure to flood your nerves. It was all becoming too much, yet you couldn’t get enough of it. The little flicks and broad licks of her tongue. How her lips suck in your clit, her fangs just barely grazing the hood and causing sparks to shoot up your spine. When you looked down, her usually light eyes were dark with lust and sucking your pleasure-addled self like a cyclone. 

You were so caught up in her gaze that you didn’t notice Cirrus had left your back. But when Cumulus let out a low, deep moan beneath you, you in turn let out a loud one, arching your back to feel no cool body behind you. Turning your head, you let out another obscene moan at the sight of Cirrus on her knees, back arched and face between Cumulus’s luscious thighs. 

Cumulus parted from you for the first time since you sat on her face. She let out a loud whimper, her hips jutting her core against Cirrus’s mouth. “Cir, love, oh Satan…” 

“Lus, be good and keep pleasing our girl,” Cirrus growled against her folds. “I’ll reward you when you make her cum, my love.” 

Cumulus squealed as Cirrus slapped her hand against her thigh. She pulled you back down against her face and doubled her efforts. You practically screamed, your body rocketing hard and fast to release. 

“Good fucking girl ‘Lus,” Cirrus moaned against Cumulus, “Make her fucking cum. Cum for Cumulus, Y/n. Be our good little darling and cum on her face.” You could hear the wet squelch of Cirrus fingering her pussy hard and fast, Cumulus squealing and moaning against your clit in response. 

When you cum, you cum hard. Eyes rolled back, silent scream, limp body. You would’ve fallen over had Cumulus not been holding your hips in a death grip. Cumulus moaned loud and long, her tongue licking up every bit of your essence hungrily. You could vaguely hear Cirrus praising you both, but your ears were still ringing from such an earth shattering orgasm, you couldn’t quite discern what was being said. It was only when you felt yourself being picked up that you realized what exactly was going on. 

You were laying on your back, your eyes focusing on Cirrus kissing Cumulus deeply, both ghoulettes frantically taking off their bras and grasping at one another. They were absolutely gorgeous together. Your smile was a bit dazed but soft as you watched on, admiring their love for each other. When they parted, they turned to you with loving, lustful gazes. 

“You are one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” Cirrus murmured as she rubbed soft circles on Cumulus’s hip. Her gaze unwavering as she took in the sight of you. 

Cumulus hummed. “A gift sent from below, my love. Can we worship her more?”

Cirrus smirked. “We’re far from done with her, sweet one. Perhaps this time you can sit on her face. Would you like that Y/n?”

Your cheeks flush, your head nodding rapidly. The mental image of it absolutely intoxicating. Cumulus’s eyes light up, her tail thrashing back and forth behind her. Cirrus chuckled. “Good girl. I’ll make sure to reward you plenty, darling.” 

Cumulus carefully made her way up your body, planting sweet kisses up your body wherever she could reach. Up your stomach, each of your breasts, sternum, neck, and cheeks. She positioned herself just before your face, hovering above you. “Are you ready, honey?” She asked softly. 

“Yes,” you replied breathily, “Please, I need you, need you both.” 

Cumulus smiled. “We need you too, Y/n. Always have.” 

When her center met your lips, you thought you would reach nirvana. She tasted sweet, like honey and cherries and cream. You couldn’t get enough of her, your tongue desperately lapping her in and devouring her whole. Her moans were angelic, and the way she tossed her head back, making her cloud of curls bounce was maddening. She was just so perfect, you never wanted her to leave your face. 

You let out a surprised moan when you felt two fingers prod at your entrance, rubbing up and down your soaked slit and flicking teasingly at your sensitive clit. A tongue suddenly licked a broad stripe up your center and you whined even louder. “You taste so fucking good,” Cirrus growls. “I’ll have to eat you up later darling. But now…” She grasps your thigh and moves your leg to hold against her. You could feel her wet core brush up against your thigh. “I’m gonna take what I want.” 

When her pussy met yours, sparks shot up your spine. You moaned as you sucked on Cumulus’s clit, making her let out a pitchy whine in response. “Fuck honey, you, oh fuck,” Cumulus started grinding against your face, her luscious thighs tensing and relaxing around your head. You grasped them and massaged the plush skin, moaning against her even more as Cirrus began to move. 

Cirrus started out slow, rubbing up against you and swiveling her hips. Letting you get used to the feeling of her pussy against yours. It was foreign, but each little brush against your clit made you crave more. 

You pushed Cumulus up just enough to speak. “Cir, please,” you whined desperately, “go faster.” 

Cirrus chuckled. “Our girl wants me to go faster, hm? Hump you like a desperate bitch? Make you scream against ‘Lus’s sweet pussy?” 

“Please,” you panted before sucking Cumulus’s clit back between your lips. Your next needy whine against the sensitive skin drawing out another heady moan from the ghoulette above you. 

“Good girl, begging so sweet for me,” she murmured. “Make ‘Lus cum and I’ll make sure you see stars, darling.” 

Cirrus thrusted hard against you, rutting her pussy against yours. Your moan was muffled against Cumulus as you pulled her back down to your face, doubling your efforts as Cirrus slapped your thighs and ‘Lus’s ass, praising you both with deep moans and low growls. 

“Y/n,” Cumulus cried out, her hips squirming against you as you took her higher and higher. She writhed against your touch as you held her in place, fingers digging into her hips to keep her in place. Her thighs trembled around your face. You stared up at her as she began to shatter above you. She moaned out a litany of profanities and whimpers of your name while she came. You moaned loudly as you licked up every drop of her release, your mind growing even more foggy with pleasure as you felt Cirrus ramp up her pace against you. 

“Good girls, unholy fuck, such good girls I have,” Cirrus groaned. Her thrusts were getting harder and faster by the moment, each rough brush of her core against yours bringing you closer and closer to release by the moment. “You’re so good Y/n, making ‘Lus cum so fucking hard. It’s your turn now darling.”

You whined when Cumulus lifted herself off of you with shaking legs. She laid herself down on her side next to you, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and neck. “You did so good for me honey, so so good,” she purred in your ear. Her raspy, sultry tone sends a shiver down your spine. “Cum for Cirrus now, Y/n. Keep being good and cum for her.” She squeezed your breast and flicked your nipple. 

You moaned, loud and unabashed. “Cir, Lus, oh Satan,” you whined as the chord in your abdomen grew more and more taught, just about ready to snap. 

“Cum for me,” Cirrus grunted. Her frantic pace was growing uneven. “Look at me love, fucking look at me when you cum.”

You looked deep in her stormy eyes as you let go, your moan practically a scream as you convulsed beneath her. Cirrus cursed loudly and threw her head back, your core and thighs soaked with both of your essences. The both of you panted as you came down from your highs, Cirrus swiveling her hips in short, sharp thrusts to take you both through it. The room was left in a heated silence for a moment. 

Through the wall, the three of you heard a litany of loud groans. A soft “unholy fuck” that sounded like Dew cut through the silence that followed. You glanced between Cumulus and Cirrus, who were trying hard to repress their grins. 

“It seems like we had some eavesdroppers, hm?” Cirrus raised her voice, trying to repress the laugh that was trying to break through. 

“Seems like it, my love,” Cumulus replied in the same tone, though not as successful in hiding her giggle. “Perhaps we should punish them later, hm?”

The “Oh shit” that followed was definitely Swiss. The following “Abort! Abort!” was most certainly Phantom. Then came the rustling of pants and zippers and the pounding of feet and slamming of doors. 

The three of you burst out laughing at that. Your cheeks heated at the implications of their actions, but your chest swelled with a certain kind of pride. 

“You both did so well for me,” Cirrus murmured, pressing chaste kisses to yours and Cumulus’s lips. “Let me clean us up, lovelies, then it’s cuddle time, hm?” 

You and Cumulus nodded, the ghoulette’s tail wagging behind her. Cirrus grinned and sauntered off to her bathroom. You heard the rustling of fabric and the running of a faucet. She returned with two damp washcloths, taking care of both you and Cumulus by cleaning your core and thighs of your releases. Once you were both clean, she tossed the rags over to her bathroom and joined the two of you on the bed. 

Now squished in between the two purring air ghoulettes, you felt calm and cool. After the events of today, you finally feel at peace. You were nuzzled into Cumulus’s chest, the ghoulette petting your hair softly. Cirrus was kissing your shoulder and rubbing circles against your hip. The silence, light and content. 

“Y/n?” Cirrus murmured against the skin of your neck. You hummed, regretfully removing your face from Cumulus to glance back at the other ghoulette. “What did you mean earlier, that you were nothing special?” 

You tensed, honestly forgetting that you had said that earlier this morning. “Um,,, well, it’s just how I feel, I suppose.” You stumbled over your words, unsure of how to answer her. 

“Who told you that?” Cumulus asked softly, her claws scratching your scalp. 

You sighed heavily. “It was no one in particular, just something I’ve come to understand about myself over the years.”

Cirrus let out a displeasured hum. “Aether told us a bit about your doubts about yourself, but hells,” she paused to press a kiss against your shoulder. Her arms wrapped around your midsection. “This is worse than I thought,” she mumbled. 

“Y/n, honey,” Cumulus whispered, taking your face in her hands. Her thumbs rubbed your cheeks soothingly, “You are the most important thing to us, all of us. Please understand that. We would truly do anything and everything for you.” 

“We would march our way into heaven and slaughter every seraphim we saw for you,” Cirrus pressed a kiss to your neck, “we would kill anyone and anything that dared to hurt you.” 

You felt your lip tremble. Those three words stuck in your throat. “I… I don’t…” 

“Hush love,” Cumulus pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “don’t argue with us on this. Just know that you are everything to us, Y/n.” 

You sigh and press yourself against her. Your hand reaches down to clutch Cirrus’s arm. “Thank you both, I don’t deserve this.”

“That’s the thing darling,” Cirrus whispered, turning to press you flat to the bed. She pressed a deep kiss to your lips. “You do.” 

He's been off recently, and she's noticed. Swiss isn't the type to keep to himself. He's one of the most social ghouls in the abbey, always chatting up someone. His smile is infectious, bright like the sun.

It's been days since she last saw that sweet smile of his.

The others don't know what's going on. Phantom and Dew tried to get him to lighten up with some jokes and an offered outing to the lone arcade in town. Didn't work. Rain, Cumulus, and Aurora worked together to make his favorite meal as delicious as possible. Didn't work. Mountain and Cirrus tried to coerce him into spending some time in the music halls with them. Didn't work.

He's worrying them like crazy. He's worrying her like crazy.

When she sets foot in the den, Swiss is sitting in the common area by himself. The giggling of the ghoulettes could be heard from Cirrus's room, girls' night in full swing. The rest of the boys nowhere to be seen.

"They're out in the woods on a smoke sesh," Swiss answers before she can even think to ask.

"And you're not with them?" she asks. She walks up to where Swiss was sitting. Her movements slow.

Swiss huffs out a humorless laugh. He doesn't look at her. "Nope," he says, popping the 'p' in emphasis. "Don't feel like it. Gonna join the girls?"

"Nope." she mimics his phrasing. She softly sits down next to him. "I was actually hoping to spend time with you tonight, darling."

Swiss cringes, tensing his muscles. "You sure you don't want to go get your nails painted with the girls? I promise you'll have more fun than sitting with stupid m.."

"Hey," she interrupts him. Turning to face him and resting a hand on his thigh. "Don't say that. You aren't stupid. Where did you get that idea from?"

Swiss shakes his head. She's never seen the multi-ghoul so downtrodden, like a kicked puppy but somehow ten times more heartbreaking.

"How about we go relax, yeah? I'll get us some water and some treats, and we can snuggle up for the night," she suggests, rubbing her thumb against his clothed thigh soothingly.

Swiss swallows harshly. "Yeah, okay. If that's really what you want..."

"It is what I want," she affirms. "Now, you go get comfortable. I'll handle everything else." She takes his hand and squeezes it gently. Her lips kissing the center of his hand.

She sees a ghost of a smile. Not full, but his lips to quirk up a bit. She considers this a small victory. "Yes Ma'am," he responds. Half dry, half teasing. Another small victory.

She watches him from the kitchen as she fills up the cups with water. His posture was more relaxed than it was just a day ago. She smiles softly.

Upon entering the room, she sees Swiss has made himself comfortable. Clad in dark sweatpants and a black tanktop that shows off his strong physique. His arms were folded, hiding his chest, though it inadvertently gave her the perfect view of his stunning forearms.

When she sets down the treats and water, she takes notice of the shirt lying out on the bed. One of his. She raises her brow at the ghoul before her. "You gotta get comfortable too, babygirl," Swiss says in his usual teasing cadence. She chuckles and takes the prerogative to undress. This whole thing wasn't meant to be leading to anything more, and it won't. But that doesn't mean she won't give him a little show. It does bring another little smile to his face, even if his eyes are far away.

Once only left in her panties, she slips the shirt on and crawls into bed. Swiss pulls her into his arms. His hold tight, as if he's afraid she would disappear. They sit in silence for a while. The only sounds being breathing and the bit of residual noise coming from Cirrus's room, some pop song blasting from the speakers.

She hears his throat catch. She looks up to see Swiss staring off into the distance. His gaze trying to be stone hard, but its resolve is breaking.

"Swiss," she whispers. She sits up. Swiss's grip on her tightens. His watery eyes look at her with some form of fear, trepidation in them. Her heart breaks all the more. "What's wrong, my love? What's been troubling you?"

When she cups his face in her hands, Swiss shatters. This big, energetic creature of unbridled joy falls apart in her hands. She pulls him tight to her chest. Lets him sob. She rubs his horns soothingly. Runs a hand up and down his back. Cooing words of comfort.

When he calms down, sobs turned to sniffles, she makes him drink. She was smart to bring water for them both. She wipes the tear tracks from his cheeks. Presses soft kisses to his jaw. Swiss clings to her like she was his lifeline. He eventually gets out that some of the newer siblings were harassing him a bit, calling him names. She swallows her rising rage as she holds him. Stroking his hair and kissing his forehead.

"Don't listen to them, Swiss," she says firmly. "They are wrong. You are not useless, not worthless or unwanted. You are perfect, you are loved, and you are quite possibly the most important member of the pack."

Swiss chuckles. "I doubt that. Everyone loves Dew..."

"Just because Dew is lead guitar, doesn't mean that he's the most important," she teases. "Everyone brings their strengths to the group, and I think you, my lovely ghoul..." she takes his face in her hands again. Forcing him to look at her. "You are the backbone. You and Dew bring the hype, the energy. Even up on your platform, so many eyes are drawn from Papa to you and your cute little dances, your brilliant smiles." Swiss smiles shyly. "You back Papa up, your voice adds so much richness to the tracks. Personally, I think you're absolutely intoxicating up on stage, both in voice and in presence, my love." She kisses his lips, soft and sweet. Swiss rests his hands on her waist, pulling her as close to him as possible.

When she pulls away, she smiles softly. "You are everything, Swiss Army Ghoul," she kisses the tip of his nose. She can feel him purring now. "You're everything and more to us."

Swiss kisses her deeply, pulling her into his lap. When he pulls away, he looks at her as if she was the reason for living. "I love you so much," he whispers. "What did I do to deserve you? Deserve all of you? All of this?"

She settles against him. Their legs entwine as she rests her head against his chest. Her cheek vibrating with his deep purr. "You were yourself, Swiss. That's all you need to be."

Swiss kisses the top of her head. She reaches over to the nightstand to grab her phone. Swiss tilts his head as she types out something quickly before setting it back down. She smiles up at him and places a soft kiss against his collarbone.