King. 36. She/They. Ghost, hierophilia, a little smut. MDNI. Mostly here for Swiss and Phantom. I follow back from @ablushofronins and RP at @sister-obedience! Dating @dolly-macabre and @geastherat 💜✨
You are the only surviving resident of a sinking island in the Venetian Lagoon, but just because everyone else is dead doesn’t mean you don’t have plenty of company.
Primo lurks in the garden, hidden amongst the thorns, waiting to snag anyone who passes. Secondo is in the parlor, plucking at the strings of the harpsichord in the dead of night. Terzo is in one of the many bedrooms, pressed into the imprint he left on the bed the night he died. Copia is in the kitchen, humming softly and playing with the knives. Nihil and Imperator, inseparable even in death, loom on the upper gallery, watching the iron gates as the newest guest arrives.
bothering you here because i can’t stop thinking about dew sidling up to phantom and asking for him to use quintnosis on his little pillow princess rain
a/n: happiest birthday to you, may the brain rot bring you half as much joy as you bring me 🤍
Dew finds Phantom in the corridor behind the wings, half-undressed from the ritual. Their bodysuit’s unzipped to the waist, slipping off their shoulders. They pace slow, loose circles, still coming down from the high.
Dew doesn’t say anything at first. Just leans against the wall, arms folded, watching them.
Phantom arches a brow. “You alright?”
“Mhm.”
Phantom stops. Tilts their head, grin flickering. “You’re doing that thing where you’re about to ask for something stupid.”
Dew smirks. “Is it stupid if he’ll like it?”
“Debatable.” Phantom steps closer. “What do you want?”
Dew drops his voice low. “I want to see my boy ruined. But soft, you know? All spoiled and pliant and too dumb to talk back.”
Phantom shakes their head like they can’t believe what they’re hearing.
“…Rain?”
Dew’s grin widens.
“Rain Rain?” Phantom whistles. “You mean the same Rain who had you crawling last week?”
“Yup,” Dew says, tone casual, letting the -p pop. “But I’m a giver at heart, you know? Think he deserves to be a little stupid now and then.”
A pause. Phantom’s eyes go a little darker.
“You want me to drop him?”
“I want you to break him,” Dew corrects gently. “Softly. Sweetly. And then I want to fuck him while you tell him how pretty he looks.”
Phantom bites their lip as they nod. “You want the princess protocol.”
“I want control,” Dew purrs. “With a chorus.”
They share a long look. Phantom’s grin is sharp now, wide and wolfish.
“Just say when,” they say sweetly. “I’ll have him humming for you in no time.”
