#phountain

(under the cut just in case?)

Mountain x Phantom

Phountain if you will 😌

i have lots of feelings about these guys thanks to my sweet @sexy-sea-basss who asked for these cuties to be next 🫶🫶🫶

enjoy!

**Peeks over to the right."

**Sighs & slips you a nameless envelope**

"PHOUNTAIN"

the name phountain fills me with so much glee 😂 once again I'm using Phantom for the name even tho I prefer Aeon haha

1. good morning

16. ...lazily

feat soft and introspective Phantom and sleep rumpled Mountain; no smut just sweetness, introspection and kisses :)

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He wakes somewhat early, while the sun's rays are just high enough to cast light through the barely open curtains of Mountain's bedroom; it's warm in here, somewhat like a greenhouse, the perfect temperature to sleep without a blanket, but Phantom still finds himself curled under one, his head resting on the pillow just beside Mountain's as he watches the other ghoul sleep.

It's rare, very rare, that Phantom's awake first; in the grand scheme of things, he's not much of a morning person, but Mountain had been spending more time cultivating the lands while partially retired from being a touring ghoul.

Phantom remembers what that's like, even as an earth hybrid himself, the tiring days of pushing his magic into the earth, calling forth plants at the cusp of spring, blessing the lands to make sure that the gardens provide a bountiful spring harvest.

Self-sufficiency was the key to the Church's survival, after all, and long ago, the higher ups had realized that things ran a bit better if there was an earth ghoul involved.

Now there are droves of them, and Mountain doesn't have to lend his magic, but Phantom thinks that part of him finds the quietness of the church to be too quiet, there's no tour, no music to play beyond the here and there performances for Mass, no rushing from one place to another.

Things have slowed down a lot, since Papa's retirement, though the Church was thriving better than ever in his stead.

He can feel the listless and restless energy coming from Mountain, who's been on his feet since he was summoned, always needing to do something, always tending to things, and while Phantom would never be the one to tell him that he should slow down, he is glad, however, for mornings like this, where he's the first to wake.

The sun casts a glow over Mountain's skin, a little bit darker than his normal cool gray tone, from all the time he'd spent out in the sun over the summer, playing all the outdoor shows, there's a constellation of freckles, spotted brown and sepia across the bridge of his nose and Phantom has to reign in the urge to lean forward and press a kiss to them.

Not yet. Not so soon.

He doesn't want to disturb Mountain in his sleep, and a quick glance over at the clock hanging on the wall tells him that he'll be sleeping well past noon, with it already being just a quarter past eleven.

Phantom wonders if Mountain will mind sleeping in so late; it's just barely spring now and the earth ghouls had been put through so much in just a few short days, trying to get everything prepared; the summer expected to be drier than normal.

He knows this much because he's been helping out too, in between assisting Aether in the infirmary and carrying out tasks for Papa when called upon, he's been lending his magic to the earth as well.

Now a little bit stronger than before, under Mountain's patient tutelage and the stack of books from the library that had helped him find his center and find where his magic had hidden itself dormant for so long, he's able to spend more time than he had before, pouring his magic into the earth, making sure the fertile soil was as fertile as it could be.

Most nights find Phantom and Mountain in the greenhouse, a space for the two of them, beyond the common rooms where they can talk quietly and check in on each other, a place where Mountain and Phantom could start cultivating seedlings for the garden that was to be planted soon, something completely separate to the chaos of pack and all of their other duties beyond that.

Phantom exhales softly, his breath ruffling Mountain's bangs; his hair's gotten longer, in the interim, since he doesn't have to wear the helmet anymore, since Papa had all but given ghouls free reign over their own appearances within the church, no longer tethered by the masks and helmets.

He gives into the urge then, reaching out to card his fingers through Mountain's sleep rumpled bangs, pushing them back from his face, the action causing Mountain's nose to scrunch up, his eyes to flutter for a moment before they open, slowly, blinking heavily at the low light.

"Ant?" Mountain mumbles, his eyes closing again when Phantom's fingers scratch just between his horns, a low rumble of a purr starting up in his chest, "Time is it?"

Phantom leans forward, gives into his other urge and presses a gentle kiss to the freckles across Mountain's nose, "Almost twelve," he murmurs, "Didn't want to wake you, but couldn't help but..." he trails off, carding his fingers through Mountain's hair. "Missed you, maybe. Was somehow getting lonely while you're all cozied up in bed beside me."

There a laugh, a soft thing that's barely discernible from Mountain's purr and Mountain's eyes flutter open again, beautiful clear green that catch the light and make a kaleidoscope of color bloom in them, "I'm right here," he says, and then he reaches out, tips up Phantom's chin with two fingers before he leans in and presses a kiss to his mouth, slow and gentle.

Phantom hums into the kiss, worming his way out of the blanket and into Mountain's arms properly, looping an arm over Mountain's shoulder as he does so; and though the kiss stays slow, it only takes a few moments for it to turn into something a little more.

There's a careful press of teeth to Phantom's lower lip, a move that has him opening up, letting Mountain deepen it; there's no desire to make it something heavy, no arousal behind it; sometimes Phantom is completely and utterly fine with, nurturing Mountain's want and need to kiss as often as he can.

It does, eventually come to an end, though Mountain stays close, keeps Phantom close as he continues to pepper his cheeks and jaw, his lips with little kisses, lazy ones that make Phantom purr with happiness as he sinks deeper and deeper into Mountain's embrace, into their little bubble of togetherness before they have to face the day.