#air ghost

    Lake and his insane connection to the Water felt nearly every pain Dewdrop himself did when he was forced from Water to Fire. Lake was paralysed by the pain, feeling that severance deep in his very soul. It lit up every fibre of his soul and he swears that sometimes, when the water is quiet, he can still hear his own screams echoing around the cave.

    As soon as River, sweet Little River, posed that question Lake felt the blood drain from his face. The cloud in his mind took over without warning, a voice in his mind screaming that it wasn’t real, that this isn’t his life, that it didn’t happen.

    Lake tried to keep a lid on it, knowing that River was watching him but he couldn’t help his eyes fixing to the mid-ground and all sensation seemed to leave him along with his own mind.

    “Y- yes…” Lake said quietly, the only word he could muster up through the fog in his head.

    River said something else but Lake couldn’t pay attention to it, couldn’t hear each word as his mind felt like it was filled up with cotton wracked with buzzing static he could feel every sensation of and yet none of it at all.

    Air’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched Lake’s shaking hands try to pet along the fluff of the plushie but retracted as if he was burned by it.

    It felt too real to Lake when nothing was real. It wasn’t real life and yet it felt so tangible. His mind was spinning with the confusion of it all and that creeping feeling of dread was nipping away at the surreal psyche inside him.

    Air coaxed Little River into one of the bedrooms with Earth, getting the feeling that his Little eyes shouldn’t be privy to whatever was going on with Lake, whatever it was. He went in and Air came over to the Water Ghoul they so rarely saw.

    “Lake, love. Can you see me?” Air asked hesitantly, having no idea what was going on.

    Lake thinks he can see Air. But he screws his eyes shut until colours bloom behind them because Air’s too real. Lake felt as if he could see each little line and crease of Air’s skin, every woven fibre of his veil and the individual hairs of his eyebrows. It was too much and yet not enough to tell Lake if it was all, in fact, reality.

    As Lake stayed on that line between real and unreal, the distress of it all started to creep up more. If none of it was real, then why did everything have to hurt so much? Who was toying with them to craft up painful stories that they had to be victim to and yet for none of it to matter because it wasn’t real? What audience was watching them suffer for no reason?

    Air watched as the cogs in Lake’s mind turned and seemed to be washed away by the tides he spent his time with. Lake’s mind finally caught up with what Air had asked and he nodded, his mind too wracked with everything imploding for words.

    The former keyboardist let out a sigh of relief at that and tried to think about what he could do. He tried to think about what Earth usually did for him when he panicked and needed some comfort but Lake was never around enough for Air to know if he enjoyed hugs and gentle words and the like.

    He watched as Lake slowly started to dig his webbed fingers into the plush more and hold it against himself tight for the pressure. He thinks this is real. If this is real, everything else may be too, right? Air took a deep breath and gently coaxed Lake as he sat on the sofa too, laying across it with his back against one of the armrests and brought Lake against his chest. Enough for touch if he wanted it, but easy enough to get out of it not.

    Lake didn’t fight one bit though and just let himself be moved. Air’s deft fingers holding him felt grounding and the gentle and rhythmic thudding – not dissimilar to the basslines he used to play - his ear was laid flat against helped to ever-so-slightly tune out the static that disrupted his life. He felt one set of those fingers come up to his own veil and almost winced at the sensation of the fabric moving against his hair but Air’s fingers persisted and he managed to relax into it a little more.

    Lake’s eyes saw double in blurry mists and yet everything in too much detail. Reality and… Well, that one may actually be reality instead - dancing in front of him and taunting him with the possibility that either or neither were true. His mind was far away, back down in his Waters where Dew’s connection to his Element laid too. Yet Dew wasn’t in Lake’s connection to the Water like River or Mist or Rain were. He was missing. Why was the little Water Ghoul missing?

    Enough of his mind was cleared by the heartbeat he laid against and the fingers teasing his hair through his veil that he managed to string a few words together.

    “Air?” He said quietly, his throat dry from panic and disuse.

    “Hm? What is it, angelfish?” Air replied just as quietly, respecting that Lake’s mind probably doesn’t need too much stimulus right now.

    “Was… was it real? Wh- what happened to Dew? Is… Is he longer Water?” Lake asked, positively terrified of the answer.

    “Yes, my dear. It was real. I know it’s hard to believe someone could do such a thing.” Air responded, his voice as gentle as his element on a Spring morning although his heart was in pieces for the young Ghoul.

    Hard to believe. Lake couldn’t believe it. His mind wouldn’t allow it.

    He shook his head, clutching the plushie tight to his chest as that cloud dug it’s claws back in again and took Lake back into a tsunami of panic that Air would never be able to forget for a long time…

Alpha and Omega;

Ifrit, Mist, and Zephyr;

Aero and Big Earth;

Chain;

Delta;

You drag yourself out of your nest, and walk over to your bathroom, ripping cabinets open as you desperately search for your heat suppressants. You hunch over, as a wave hits hard, and whimper. The second it’s manageable you continue your search, panic rising as each shelf you search doesn’t contain what you need. You need your heat suppressants. You can’t let your packmates know. You need to ride it out on your own. A mindset that’s been drilled into you since you were old enough to deal with your first heat, kicks in. 

A new wave hits and you gasp, this one far more intense than the last and worse than any of your other heats. Your knees buckle and you fall to the ground, your claws scratching the counter in an attempt to stay upright. The ache in your lower abdomen only gets worse with each passing minute as your skin heats up more and more but you can’t move. You can’t do anything. You can’t even call for help. The pack is supposed to be in the band room, practicing. 

You don’t know how long you stay curled up on the bathroom floor, or when you shifted from squatting to lying down on the cool tiles. All you know is the cold floor feels nice against your heated skin. Nor do you know what’s going on when you feel wind rattling through your room. The furniture in your room moves, sliding across the floor away from the door before the doors themselves fly open.

If the powers themselves hadn’t given it away, the scent that follows does. The light, subtle smell of morning dew and the distinct earthy scent that the air always holds before it rains fills the room. Air. 

“Go away,” you whimper as he strides to you, desperately holding your breath to stop his scent from putting you into a tizzy.

“No,” Air grumbles, reaching for you. He easily pulls you up, seating you on the counter after a swipe with his tail clears space for you. 

“Air,” you protest. “I’m-”

“This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us,” he cuts you off firmly. He takes a step back and walks over to your tub, filling it up with cold water. As the water runs he returns to you and gently strips you of the clothes you had on, not that it was much. “The whole pack can smell your heat,” Air growls, picking you up, and crossing the small room to the bathtub. “It’s throwing us all off.”

He steps into the tub and lowers you both into the cold water. The cool temperature makes you gasp, and his scent invades your senses once more. This time you can’t stop your reaction, leaning forward to press your face into his chest, inhaling as much as you possibly could. He scoops water from the tub up in his cupped hands and pours it onto your back. You shiver, goosebumps scattering across your skin as your nipples harden. The contrast in temperature is almost overwhelming and your claws dig into his sides, a whimper falling from your lips.

“You should have told someone,” Air murmurs, his head dipping down. You tense at the feeling of his cool fangs grazing your shoulder as he teases you. 

“I don’t need anyo-”

He cuts you off as he nips your shoulder. “You were caving in on yourself when I came in here. You may think you don’t need anyone but you need something we can offer.” His hand slips between your thighs and your head tilts back as he presses down on your clit. A moan falls from your lips and your hips involuntarily roll, trying to get more. 

He pulls his hand away. “Say it.”

“Say what?” you whine.

When he doesn’t respond, you groan and huff out the answer he’s looking for. “Fine. I need you.”

“Atta girl,” Air praises, his hands grasping your hips. Within seconds and with no time to figure out what he’s doing, he’s got you spun around, water sploshing over the side of the tub, your back against his chest, your knees slung over his, his own kneecaps poking out of the water. Your brows furrow in confusion before you feel it. 

“Oh,” you gasp, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder, your eyes rolling back. 

He nips your ear, and you can feel the slight curve of his lips that would insinuate the fucker is smiling as he lifts your hips and slams you back down. Water sloshes over the sides of the tub and the last coherent thought you’re able to make is They need to replace these tubs with higher walls.

“Yes, they do,” Air chuckles. His laughter turns into a throaty groan as you clench around him, realizing you’d spoken out loud.

He lifts you up and brings you down again, hitting that familiar spot that makes you see stars. Your back arches and you roll your hips to meet his next thrust as your hand reaches behind you, threading into his hair. Your claws brush against his horn and his cock twitches. He thrusts harder and a hand releases one of your hips, sliding around to the apex of your thighs and circling your clit as your thighs begin to shake. His other arm snakes around your waist holding you steady. 

You feel Air’s knot swelling as you clench around him, hitting your high, your head tilted back resting on his shoulder as you both cum. His hips rut back and forth, stimulating himself as his knot keeps the two of you locked together. You whine in protest as he does so lazily, feeling too tired to go again. 

When he does slide out, you go lax against him and he chuckles softly, lifting you out of the tub, and wrapping you in a towel as the water drains. Once you’re dried off enough, he picks you up and carries you to your nest, placing you down gently. A content purr fills the air as you drift off, finally able to sleep peacefully. 

Air returns to the bathroom, stripping out of his soaked clothes and hanging them up. He mops up the water that had spilt onto the floor with a towel, before drying his shirt with your hair dryer. He does the same with his pants but only puts his pants on again. He takes the now-dried shirt over to your nest and places it down next to you before slipping out of the room, leaving you to sleep in peace.

This is only my second time writing anything about it so I apologize.