#dewbug

[deathmoe]

im so sorry i have to post this on main look at my pet thing

#^^^^ SHES SO CUTEEEE #ive only had her for 10 minites but i will litrlly die for her #her name is dewbug btw ^w^

[forlorn-crows]

Day two with DewTher where Aether uses his quintessence to have Dew fuck himself with his tail

this came to me in a vision that i had to voice message to @miasmaghoul while i was driving, it was that important

t4t dewther, quintosis + tailfucking edition. cunt/clit/dick/cock used for both of their anatomy

also, if anyone's interested, i've written many more flavors of quintosis if you're looking for a different pairing! hypno is one of my fav kinks so i have many to choose from :3

[aether/rain] [aether/mountain 1] [aether/ifrit] [aether/mountain 2] [aether/swiss] [aether/rain/mountain] [omega/mountain/aether]

kinktober day 2 under the cut!

thanks to @kroas-adtam for the ghostober list!

Dew’s thighs shake where they bracket Aether’s hips. He’s been humping the bigger ghoul for some time now, panting and whining as his fat clit rubs against his own arousal. 

“That’s it baby boy, doing so good riding my cock,” Aether hums, hands tightening around Dew’s sides. “Feeling good?”

“Uh huh,” Dew moans.

“That’s good, that’s very good,” Aether purrs. A telltale zing shoots up Dew’s spine, nearly making him double over. The quintessence is a warm weight on his mind, melting his thoughts like wax and leaving only Aether in its wake.

“C-can I—hah—can I put it in?” Dew groans, bouncing a little in the quintessence ghoul’s lap. “Wanna feel it inside.”

Aether smiles. Rolls his hips to make the little ghoul jolt and gasp. “Of course you can, darling. Need me to fill you up, huh?”

“Yeah,” he whines. His cunt throbs as he hovers over the thick length, standing proud between equally thick folds. Aether smirks and makes it jump towards his stomach, and Dew makes a wretched, needy noise. 

“Fuck, Aethe—” he sinks down without any more preamble, eyes rolling when Aether’s little cock slides into place. 

The quintessence ghoul lets out a pleased rumble. “Fits so perfectly inside you, firefly,” he purrs. He snakes his hands up to the twin silver rings through Dew’s tits, tweaking them once, twice. 

Dew’s stomach jumps with each flick. “Aethe,” he begs again. 

“I can’t do all the work baby boy,” he whispers. “Why don’t you bounce that handsome cunt against me? Lemme feel you throb.”

His words act like a switch, powering Dew into action. His thighs tense of their own accord, his hips lifting just enough to let the head of Aether’s clit catch on the edge of his entrance before falling back down, sheathing him once more.

“Oh Belial,” Dew cries, repeating the motion. 

“There’s a lad,” Aether praises. “Shit, keep going, beautiful.” He tugs on the nipple rings again, making Dew fall forward and plant his hands on Aether’s chest. His eyes flutter again, hands immediately kneading into his soft tits. 

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Dew chants. Little mouthfuls of hot air fan across Aether’s face as the fire ghoul huffs with each bounce, silver hair falling down and tickling against the stubble on his jaw. The quintessence flowing through his body leaves a pretty lilac blush across Dew’s cheeks, one Aether can’t stop staring at as he fucks himself on his cock.

And oh, he suddenly gets a very nasty idea. 

“Dewbug,” he says sweetly, smoothing his calloused hands down his ribs. 

“Mmhhmm,” Dew groans, very much still losing himself in the slide of Aether’s cock in and out of his cunt. 

Aether wraps one hand around to his ass, sliding two thick fingers in between his cheeks and petting at his rim. Dew nearly draws blood with how quickly he digs his fingers into the bigger ghoul’s skin, stuttering in his movements to push back against his fingers instead. A rush of slick dribbles over the digits, and Aether groans.

“Still look a little empty to me,” he mutters. “Could I see you try something for me, baby boy?”

Dew bites his bottom lip and nods fervently, no hesitation. 

“What I want to do,” Aether continues, eyes watching his face for any signs of discomfort, “is lie back and watch you fuck yourself silly.” He presses the tip of one finger inside, just a centimeter or two. Dew moans softly, mouth falling open at the feeling. 

“But I want you to fill yourself up here, too,” the quintessence ghoul whispers. “Want you to take that pretty tail,” he presses in more, “and put it iiinn.” Aether pushes the one digit in up to the third knuckle, curling it down to press towards Dew’s g-spot from the other side. “Just like this.”

“O-oh?” The end of the word pitches up like a question, but Dew’s eyes are closed, eyebrows upturned in pleasure and mouth hanging open to reveal a pretty pink tongue. 

“Right here,” Aether presses again, earning another whine from the fire ghoul. He sends a faint wave of magick right from his fingertip, smiling when Dew arches against him and his tail flicks upwards. 

“Yes, there,” Dew whispers. Aether watches his stomach clench and his clit twitch between his folds. 

He whines when Aether pulls his finger out, but it soon turns to a groan when his own tail takes its place. The leathery spade presses against the ring of muscle, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. Dew starts to move his hips again, hesitant jerks of his pelvis as he adjusts to the feeling of his tail.

Aether lies back and puts his arms behind his head. He cants his hips upwards, chuckling when Dew grips his tits again to keep from falling forward. “That’s it, firefly,” he encourages. “Lemme see your face when you put it in.”

Dew’s thighs shake as he hovers and nods his head. He fights it from falling as the tip of his tail breeches inside, curling to slide right past that little bit of resistance. The fire ghoul chokes on his own breath, grunting as it nestles within. 

“Fuck,” he wheezes. “Oh fuck, Aethe—how do I—hnn—”

“In and out, darling,” he teases. “Just like my cock. All you have to do is bounce that pretty ass and let your tail do the rest.” 

#the band ghost #ghost fanfic #ficlet #kinktober 2023 #fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #transmasc aether #transmasc dewdrop #t4t #aether/dew #dew/aether #dewther

[ghoultrifle]

There's a First Time For Everything Chapter 2 - Fighting With You

WC: 1.8k

Summary: Dewdrop buys the toys he's been so curious about, with only a few breakdowns along the way. Set immediately after the previous chapter.

Notes: Fun fact! The toy reviews are almost all verbatim reviews from the lovehoney website :) isn't that fun! thank you to the unnamed friend who reignited my passion for reading sex toy reviews ashdfklhsg

I'm going to give a very slight warning for dubcon. Nothing happens, but Dewdrop gets in his own head about what might happen. Of course, Rain would never.

And a big thanks to @everybodyshusband for proofreading and hyping me up <333

Read below the cut or on AO3

“‘m ready,” Dewdrop whispers into Rain’s neck, pushing the larger ghoul off his lap, “Wanna get the feeling back in my legs,” he chuckles.

“Are you sure, Dewbug? We can wait if you want, I’ll still love you even if you never end up buying anything.”

Dewdrop grabs the water ghoul’s chin, bringing his head down to eye level, “I’ve never been so sure in my life, especially with you here,” it isn’t entirely the truth, but Dewdrop is feeling better than before, “Anyway, what is your opinion on what I sent you?”

Rain pauses before dragging a stack of filing boxes next to Dew’s chair, perching on them to watch the screen. As Dewdrop logs back in (his password is rainisgay69, ironic for someone who on some level of his dysphoria-ridden brain believes rain is secretly straight), their eyes are accosted with the bright screen illuminating the now dark room, a lilac dildo front and centre on the screen. The description reads, “Realistic Silicone Suction Cup Dildo - Perfect For Beginners”. It’s veiny, a respectable length and girth, nothing that would rip the ghoul open, but enough for him to feel the stretch, to feel full. It looks respectable, with the bonus that Dewdrop could definitely throw it into a strap on the rare occasion he does want to top; he could finally stop stealing from Cirrus.

Dewdrop flicks through the photos, capturing the length, girth, and the size comparable to a hand. Rain’s cock begins to stir at the last picture, remembering that one day he may be lucky enough to hold it, to fuck Dewdrop sweetly and gently with it while he rubs and flicks at the fire ghoul’s small dick, wringing out the most lascivious moans as Dew finally experiences divine pleasure. But this isn’t about him, so Rain wills the blood to return to his head so he can give a coherent response to his mate.

“Fuck, baby, it looks perfect,” he coos, planting a chaste kiss on Dewdrop’s cheek. He can’t help the sly comment that leaves his mouth before his brain can catch up, his mind preoccupied with the image of the toy against Dewdrop’s auburn curls, “Gonna look so good against your dripping cunt, heard ginger and purple go well together.”

The darks of Dewdrop’s eyes widen, and Rain’s face drops as he realises what he just said, “Shit- fuck- I’m fucking- I’m sorry Dewy that wasn’t the right time. I promise I’d be fine if you bought this and it just sat on the shelf forever. Or- or if you didn’t even buy it. Actually, I’d be fine if you banned all sex toys. You coul-”

A firm but gentle slap to the face interrupts the water ghoul, “Alright, wrap it up Sappy Steve. Save it for when I’m actually panicking, okay?” he chides, “And I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

He briefly glances at the top reviews, struggling to believe what he’s reading:

“I have recently celebrated my 70th birthday and this gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

“This is amazing. I can't believe how satisfying it is for a transgender person. I love to sit on it.”

Dewdrop laughs so hard he has fresh tears spilling down his face. That’s a new hobby unlocked: reading sex toy reviews online.

“See!” Rain exclaims, pointing at the screen and nudging Dewdrop’s shoulder, “You’re not the only trans person who wants to get fucked nasty with a toy,” the water ghoul is beaming at the review, hoping it will ease Dewdrop’s apprehension about it all. They’re having fun but Rain won’t pretend he hasn’t noticed how the other’s hand has been trembling as he navigates the website, how Dewdrop’s taking deep yet rapid breaths, his free hand worrying the ring on his middle finger.

The basket icon lights up as Dewdrop’s informed he only has to spend £15 more to get free delivery, “Might as well get the vibrator too, then?” he shrugs weakly, voice catching in his throat as he navigates to the second link he sent Rain earlier. “POWERFUL Vibrator - For Internal and External Use” it reads. Dewdrop re-examines it, looking at each photo in turn, breath turning shaky as he thinks about using it, putting it inside him, where no object has ventured before. As he thinks about the hard plastic sliding in, surely cold and rigid, perhaps he’ll be so dry that it will hurt, and he’ll just have to grin and bear it for his Rain.

The desk begins to shake slightly as Dewdrop’s knee bounces up and down with a fevered pace. His thumb is in his mouth, biting at the skin around his nails, leaving it red and sore. It’s getting to him. This is real. In just a few days he’ll be laying with Rain as he freaks out about it all. Now he’s told the water ghoul he wants it, he feels pressured, like he can’t say no anymore. Because if he says no, then he’s clearly leading Rain on for something that will never happen, and Rain really will break up with him this time. Why would he be with someone who is clearly never going to get over his fear of penetration? Perhaps Rain is straight and just waiting for Dewdrop to realise he is a woman after all, and when he finds out that Dew is just a man who’s scared of dick, he’ll run to the mountains, screaming a warning to everyone: Don’t Date Dewdrop.

A third set of tears begin to tumble their way down his cheeks, a small waterfall flowing with each blink the ghoul makes. His eyes are glassy, he can no longer see the offending toy on the computer, just a set of blurry white pixels laden with illegible text, Rain must have scrolled it down. Rain brings the fire ghoul into the warmest hug he can muster, peppering kisses to his neck. There is no sexual element to it, just pure love for his mate. His mate who he wishes he could take all the dysphoria from and suffer through it himself if it would mean a better life for Dewdrop. His mate who loves Dewdrop in a way the fire ghoul cannot even begin to fathom.

He truly believes he’s unlovable on a fundamental level, that his identity makes him some freak in between man and woman, that no guy would want to fuck him or be fucked by him, and no woman would take his pathetic excuse for a dick, even if he did want to top. It’s solidified in Dewdrop’s mind that Rain is only with him for his own sexual gratification, and now that Dewdrop wants to explore his own pleasure, he’ll be left to figure it out on his own. The image of him weeping as he forces a dildo into himself, cold and alone in his bedroom, is being seared further into his brain with every second that passes. Until he’s brought back to reality by Rain’s shuffling arm.

Rain decides against a tissue; Copia clearly had no regard for his own skin since the tissues in his office may as well have been constructed from sandpaper. Instead, he brings a bunched-up sleeve to Dewdrop’s eyes, catching the tears as he calms the sniffling ghoul beneath him, rocking them together in a soothing motion much like his mother would do in the pit. Words wouldn’t do Dewdrop’s pain justice; consolation would feel inadequate and pity, well, is just that and Dewdrop deserves better. He’s sure that if he reached inside the fire ghoul’s mind for just a moment, it would be more than he could ever bear. So, Rain opts for silence. The kind of silence you could sit in for eternity. The kind of silence where the world is at peace; there’s no buzzing of electricity, no shuffling in the quarters, just the sound of a gentle breeze creeping its way in through the poorly sealed windows, whistling hello as it sings its song. Rain rocks them for what could have been hours, Dewdrop isn’t sure, the sun had already set by the time he started.

Fresh air stings Dewdrop’s eyes. The flood has stopped, Rain’s sleeves near-soaked as the fire ghoul blinks the last of the hot tears from his weary eyes. His own sleeve is drenched in a thick layer of snot as he wipes his nose, the water ghoul looking on in a weird adoration for his mate. If Rain could watch him do that and still love him, then maybe there was hope. As he squints his eyes to focus on the screen, Dewdrop’s confronted with the reviews for the vibrator:

“My clit is tingling like a mo fo!! Thanks lovehoney. What a piece of cum equipment.”

“It took longer to get the item out of the packaging than it did for my wife to cum.”

Okay, maybe it isn’t quite so serious. As hilariously honest as the reviews are, it does spark something in Dewdrop- the curiosity at what these toys feel like, at how they’re so much better than just a set of hands. There must be a reason the vibrator gets a 4.7/5 on the ‘orgasm rating’. Dewdrop hesitates over the button that would add it to the basket, “I��m scared, Rain,” he admits with a sigh of relief, finally putting words to it.

“Then do it scared, spitfire,” the water ghoul replies, “Want and fear can coexist. If you truly don’t want to then I support you, droplet, but it sounds like you’re just conflicted. I think when the time comes, you’ll be glad the toys are ready for you, just like I will be.”

Dewdrop melts into the larger ghoul’s embrace. Rain has somehow managed to reach into Dew’s brain and lay his feelings bare on the table, raw and sensitive. But he’s right, about everything. Dewdrop does want it, he is scared, and he should buy it anyway. “Fuck it,” he smirks, stifled only slightly by a sniffle, as he adds the item to the basket, heading to the checkout page, a fuck you to his dysphoria. Copia’s bank details autofill and Dewdrop doesn’t complain; he’s not been left with much money since being charged with sourcing the pack’s weed on tour. Before he gives himself a chance to second guess his actions, he completes the order.

The thick tension that had filled the air dissipates in an instant, Dewdrop slumps in his chair as Rain idly braids a loose plait into hair, whispering praises to his love, “So proud of you, droplet. Whatever comes of this I want you to remember how brave you are for getting this far, okay?”

“Brave? In what world?” Dewdrop huffs.

“In this world, my love. In this world where every day is a fight between your mind and your body. In this world, where today, your mind won. And in this world where your mind won’t win every day but where I’ll be here, always, fighting with you.”

#next chapter will be smut i promise #just got too into the angst whoops #trifle writes #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #trans ghouls #there's a first time for everything

[palindrome-alt]

Kieran Snippet (12.30.2023)

Pulling a chunk of obsidian flake from his satchel, he looked about for a good rock. Nothing too sharp, nor heavy, something sturdy enough to fleck the edges of his blade in the making.

Following the riverbed, he opted to remain alongside the pebbles so to keep his boots clean.

Conifer trees reached heights way above the brook he trailed, encroaching on the corners, greedy for space. Sharp needles poked out as teeth trying to snare his sleeves for refusing to walk in the shallows where crayfish and dewbugs skittered.

It was unusual, seeing these creatures.

There were no Pokemon here.

Much like you, they seemed missing from the surrounding wilds that eerily stayed quiet and chilling, unlike the forests he'd once snuck off to when he was a boy. He thought he was alone then. Now he hears the starving silence.

Now he knows what alone really is.

He knows what he did. You were friends. You were the only person in the world who would willingly throw themself directly into the portal bent on consuming him for his hubris, after he spent years clawing his way into Paldea's center like a monster that belonged in that hell crater. You took his place, and then you left him behind. All he wanted was a means to one up you, that whole time.

You wanted for nothing. The world willingly offered it up to you as he withered, always neglected. Always empty. He grew up, he grew old. It passed him by agonizingly slow. His hair unkempt and wild, he'd slice off with his new knife. Having been stuck in that lab for so long, he'd lost track of time and forgotten about the hair that almost dragged along the scattered documents strewn across the floor. Researcher, he'd studied at various universities for years. Anything for a scrap of knowledge. It was all just a ruse. His yellow slits for eyes should have blown his cover. Hands littered with white scars. He got them before he came here, long before, but he'd earned more after tearing through the fabric of reality with a broken machine to travel here. Now they were fresh, now they were aggravated. These hands have grasped and pulled at things they never should have ripped out of your hold. How they have betrayed you. The other world. It beckoned to him like his own once called to you. He didn't know. How could he? You never told him. You never acted like anything had been amiss. You were just so happy to be alive that he couldn't see what was wrong. What was different about you. Why everything insidious felt pulled to you like a magnet. Why he felt pulled to you with such fervor. Two sides of the same coin. Heads and tails. If this harsh world could birth something as pure as you, then surely even his gentle upbringing could spawn something as vile as him.

How something in him snapped at how you weren't satisfied, though you won against him in every category. Looking down at his reflection in the water, up at the colorless sky, he doesn't recognize the scruffy mass of hair that stares back at him. He feels around in his satchel for what little he has left. You never belonged here. Something beyond you both must've realized that too. But you didn't belong with him, either. Even if he somehow finds you, if he's even on the right continent, in the right place, in the right point of time, there's a chance neither of you can both return home.

Because logically, he knows. That two sides of the same coin can never face each other.

#pokemon #reader insert #x reader #pokemon universe #kieran x reader #rival kieran #obsessive behavior #isekai #forbidden love #descent into madness #snippet #pokemon x reader #history repeats itself #angst #good and evil #self loathing #Youtube

[littlehypnone]

maybe some regressed dew when ur up for it?❤️❤️

515 words, no cws, sleepy tiny dew, cg swiss, tiny dew loves swummy too, he's kinda got words here

It was a good day for Dewdrop. He was all tiny and sleepy, but it was good. No nightmares, no panic, no anxiety. He slipped peacefully after lunch, surrounded by comfort in the form of Swiss’ warm body.

He was curled up sideways on Swiss’ lap, laying against his chest with his head on his shoulders as he slept, drooling onto the multi ghoul’s shirt around his soother. Swiss himself wasn’t really awake, but he wasn’t asleep either, fading in and out of consciousness. He’d jump up if he felt something happening with Dew, though, always alert.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been since Dewdrop dozed off, but after what felt like both hours and no time at all, he felt the little ghoul starting to squirm, slowly waking up. Swiss gave him a moment and waited for when the big, sleepy eyes would look up and lock with his own.

“Hello, sleepyhead,” he whispered when Dewdrop looked at him. The multi ghoul smiled, seeing the brightness in his gaze instead of an empty, glassed-over look. He slept well, then.

Dewdrop squealed happily, spitting his soother out, before flopping his arms. He hit Swiss’ tummy by accident, far from enough for him to even let out a huff, but that special brand of softness under the fire ghoul’s hand caught his attention. This, in turn, made Swiss grin. “Found something interesting, Dewbug?”

He poked the ghoul’s tummy, “Sssss!”

“That’s… close enough,” Swiss laughed at the cute little version of his name. “You like my tummy, baby?”

“‘ummy!” Dewdrop giggled and continued his poking as Swiss tried not to melt out of cuteness.

“God, you’re so cute,” he laughed, “the cutest little baby, aren’t you?”

“‘ummy…”

“Yeah. Yes you are.” Swiss leaned down to kiss the top of Dew’s head, making his giggle turn into a raspy purr. He poked and kneaded at Swiss belly for a few more moments when suddenly his mouth dropped in a huge, adorable yawn. Closing his mouth again, Dewdrop’s eyes were wide, so astounded by that yawn, he made Swiss snort out a laugh.

“What was that, baby?” Swiss acted shocked too, staring at the little ghoul and watching his lips curve back up into a grin in real time. “Such a big yawn!”

Dewdrop clapped, so happy and light. “Sssss- ‘ummy!”

“You wanna lay back down, Dewbug? That yawn was so big, you must be so sleepy!”

“Sss… ummy. Summy...”

Swiss chuckled, but he would take that as an affirmative. “Yeah? Come on, then, lay down on your summy.”

He helped Dewdrop down, taking the hair out of his face as the little ghoul made himself comfortable with his head on Swiss’ stomach. He yawned twice more along the way, all the giggles and poking apparently tiring him again. The multi ghoul patted around for the soother, forgotten earlier, and—wiping it off on his shirt first—slipped it back in between Dewdrop’s lips.

“Get some more sleep, Dewbug. You deserve it.”

He was asleep in no time, but not before voicing his contentment one more time, “Sss– summy.”

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little dewdrop #cg swiss

[fourlittleocto]

Hi you two! thank you for the request <3 I hope you don't mind that i'm tying yours together, I've been super busy but i do plan to write more little ghouls soon hopefully

this ones basically what it says on the tin, hurt/comfort sick fic featuring CG aether and mountain trying his best. it's a little sad at the beginning but i promise it gets better <3

CW: mentions on tummy aches, crying, yelling, head kisses under the cut

Even if he knows it won’t help, Mountain wants to cry too. It started with Dew dropping. He’d been clingy and whiney all day about a bug he caught. Something that’s been making his head hurt and his stomach turn, and it all got too much for him, leading to him disappearing into his mind, and even though part of him is glad Dew’s mind is getting a break, his body’s not. The discomfort is so much harder for him to deal with like this. Each little whine and sob out of Dew breaks his heart.

Mountain’s been pacing the common room for at least an hour with the little fire ghoul tucked safely in his arms. He rocks him soothingly and rubs his belly every once in a while, to calm it down when his sobs pick up. Even though Dew is still squirming and can’t seem to settle, he’s doing better than he was when he first dropped, which would make Mountain breathe a sigh of relief.

Except at some point Rain had wandered in. He sat on the couch and stared at the pair with wide eyes for a while. He left and came back with Dew’s stuff bunny, and Mountain couldn’t thank him enough. Dew calmed down more, reaching towards Rain, so Mountain helped the water ghoul settle back on the couch and placed Dew on his lap. Mountain sat next to them with a book, much more relaxed since both of them had calmed down and were being cared for. He kept having to pull Rain’s fingers out of his mouth, but he would take that over both ghouls melting down any day.

Until they did start crying, Mountain putting down his book at Dew’s scream and finding the little fire ghoul’s finger now inside Rain’s mouth. He stops his chewing and drops Dew hand to wail too.

Mountain does what he can by separating them, hauling Dew to be pressed into his right side while Rain hides in his left. He’s just so tired. It’s been a long day of trying to get Dew to relax and let himself be sick, and he wishes he could do more for them right now but he can’t. Dew clutches his bunny. He can’t stop sobbing, too worked up and probably just as tired as Mountain, his whole body shaking with it. And Rain won’t stop crying either. His are softer but just as worrying, Rain doesn’t tend to cry when he’s little unless he’s really frustrated. He also has to pull Rain’s fingers out of his mouth again, and then his tail when he tries to sneak that in instead.

Mountain shouts when Rain bites the spade end of his tail instead. Dew sobs louder and pulls more into himself at the loud noise, and all Mountain can do is drop his head into his hands to keep from yelling or crying more.

He’s saved as Aether comes running into the room, somehow finding the energy even after a long day in the infirmary.

“What’s wrong love?” Aether asks while scooping Rain up. Mountain sighs and tries to pull Dew against his chest, but he wiggles and resists and Mountain doesn’t want to force it.

“Dew’s been sick all day, and Rain came out here a little bit ago but he won’t stop biting things,” Mountain rumbles.

“Schneckchen, what’s wrong?” Aether turns his attention to Rain, who's trying to bury himself in Aether’s chest, but still makes sure they can both see him shake his head. “You don’t have to use your mouth, Rainbow. Can you use your hands for me?” Rain takes a deep breath, then puts enough space between him and Aether that he can free his hands and sign my teeth hurt before hiding his face back in Aether’s t-shirt. Aether rubs at his back and purrs soothingly, spreading his quintessence around the room and calming everyone down.

“How about Mountain helps you find a soother, and I’ll get Dewbug ready for bed, and then we can all go cuddle in my room. Does that sound good?” Mountain and Rain both nod their agreement. Dew is still too far in his head to understand, but Mountain tries to say sorry before getting up. Dew just whines and shrinks away. When he goes to take Rain out of Aether’s arms, the quintessence ghoul leans in to whisper in his ear.

“I’ll take care of it. You’ll get your chance to make it up to him.” Aether offers him a sweet smile, pulling him in for a quick kiss. It doesn’t escape him that both of the littles are too distracted to make their usual grossed out sounds. When they pull away, Aether continues, “You’re doing a good job, Sapling.” Mountain nods, turning away towards the kitchen to hide the tears pricking at his eyes.

He tries to set Rain on the counter, but he grabs onto his shirt, growling and poking his horns into Mountain’s chest. Mountain tries not to complain, but grabbing their emergency teether out of the freezer isn’t easy with a lanky, squirming ghoul in his arms. It takes him a while but eventually he gets it. Rain’s eyes finally light up as he gets the soft plastic into his mouth. His growl turns into a purr. Mountain lets out a sigh of relief.

“Alright Schneckchen, to bed.” Mountain starts to move, but Rain hooks the teether on his tail to grab the big ghoul’s face in both hands, making sure he’s looking in his big, wet eyes. “Please don’t cry buddy, what do you need?” Mountain tries. Rain just shakes his head.

“I’m sorry for biting you,” He says in a small voice. Mountain can’t help but laugh. He wraps his arms tighter around Rain and pulls him into his chest for a big hug.

“It’s ok baby. You were frustrated, that’s a big feeling. But next time you know you can just ask right?” Rain nods against him. Mountain kisses him between his horns.

The walk to Aether’s room is quiet besides the underlying purr they share and the occasional squeak as the teether rubs against Rain’s teeth the wrong way. It doesn’t seem to bother him much though as he giggles each time and relaxes further into Mountain. Aether and Dew are already settled into the nest with a picture book held between them when they enter. Mountain is quick to get both their teeth brushed so he can lay down as well, setting Rain next to Dew and laying against his other side. Safe and protected.

"I'm sorry for yelling Dew," Mountain leans over to kiss him between the horns too, and to his relief Dew leans into it. He can barely hold his eyes open as he babbles tiredly. Aether’s hand lands in his hair, and he watches as Rain and Dew wrap tight around each other, overcome with love from his pack.

#regressed ghouls #ghost band fanfic #the band ghost #age regression #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #octo sfw #octo writes

[mac-and-thefox]

👁️

OKAY WELL

Swiss and Dew pampering Mountain. Body massage, hair massage. The whole shebang. Cockwarming as well mhm.

HOLY SHIT OKAY CHI HERE YOU GO

(This turned into some big giant thing idk what happened I'm sorrryyyyy)

This is like my second fic ever so I hope its okay 👉🏽👈🏽

Lay Down Your Burdens

A soft, chill breeze blows through the window opened just a crack and tickles Mountain's cheek. He stirs, sighs and stretches as he turns towards the window and opens his eyes. It's not quite light yet, with summer over and fall underway it is staying darker for longer before the sun rises and kisses the stone walls of the abbey, washing everything in a warm golden glow.

Mountain rolls over slowly and takes in the sleeping ghoul that was tucked into his back, purring in his sleep. Dew's golden hair spreads over the pillow and his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks as he chirps softly and nuzzles his face into Mountain's chest now facing him. He takes in his mate's peaceful face and feels his heart swell with love for his small firelily. Mountain gives him a kiss on his forehead and slowly gets out of bed, trying not to disturb him.

It's hard to ignore the soreness in his shoulders and lower back as he gets dressed, laces up his boots, and quietly walks over to his cabinet of herbs and tinctures. Unfortunately the jar with his anti-inflammatory blend of Turmeric and Ginger sits empty on the shelf. Mountain groans quietly, remembering how he had given the last of his personal supply to a mated pair of abbey ghouls whose kit had taken a nasty spill down the garden steps the day before.

"Okay, that's fine," Mountain whispers to himself, trying not to wake Dew sleeping in their bed, "Just one more thing to take care of today."

He rolls his shoulders, wincing at the pops that come from his joints, and quietly leaves the room.

As soon as the door clicks shut Dew opens his eyes and rolls over towards the door, concern for his mate on his mind as he checks the time and sees how early in the morning it is.

He knows that Mountain's love and devotion to caring for him and the pack runs as deep as the roots of the trees. He knows that Mountain takes so much pride and love in making sure that each and every one of them is protected and healthy. He never complains about the work. Ever.

But Dew has been watching.

He sees Mountain's seemingly endless selflessness and energy waning as the warmth of the season dissipates and the chill of oncoming winter starts rearing its head, the earth's hibernation quickly approaching. He notices when Mountain slips quietly into their room those late nights when he thinks Dew is already asleep. Dew stays still, pretending to sleep and peeks his eye at his mate as he stiffly removes his clothes and groans as he gets into bed and pulls his firebug closer to him to relieve his aches and pains.

Dew sees Mountain working himself to the bone in the gardens, fields and orchards, the last harvest and preparations for winter in full swing. And he notices that Mountain only allows himself to visibly feel and show the fatigue and the toll of the work when he thinks that nobody is watching.

***

Later that morning, Dew walks into the kitchen in the ghouls' den for coffee and breakfast and sees Swiss is sitting at the kitchen table, blinking sleep from his eyes as he sips from the mug in front of him.

"Mmm..morning firefly.." Swiss mumbles as he gives Dew a peck on the head when Dew walks by to retrieve his mug from the cupboard.

Dew hums a response, fills his mug with coffee and arguably too much sugar for 8am, and sits down next to Swiss, leaning his head onto the Multi ghoul's shoulder, twining his tail around Swiss' calf. He stares down into his mug, looking for answers in the liquid as he stews on his concern for his mate, a smoky smell invading his normally warm cinnamon scent.

"What's on your mind, Dewbug?"

"I'm....worried. About Mount."

Swiss nods and hums in reply. He hadnt wanted to admit it, but he too had been noticing how rundown Mountain looked when he thought there was nobody around. As a Multi he too could feel the sluggishness of his earth element with the cold of the season approaching. He couldn't even imagine what Mountain must be feeling as a full earth ghoul.

"We need to help him, we need to do something before he burns himself out." Dew swirls the coffee around in his mug as he considers how to word his thoughts.

"He does so much for every one and never really rests, I'm worried he's going to hurt himself trying to be everything for everyone all the time."

"We need to give him a chance to get away from the abbey and reconnect with his element. With no expectations of having to do anything for anyone." Swiss muses, his tail coming up to his folded hands as he rests his chin on the spade.

Dew contemplates Swiss's words. "I think I have an idea."

***

"Mount! Mountain!"

Mountain looks up from the squash patch he is tending to in the garden and sees Swiss approaching down the stone path. He wipes his hands on his canvas work pants and stands, trying to hide the stiffness in his knees and back as he straightens.

As Swiss nears the earth ghoul he can smell just the faintest hint of mildew and decay hiding underneath Mountain's normal scent of pine, sage and freshly tilled earth. He shoves the hint of concern off of his face in favor of that broad grin.

"Mounty! Hey buddy I hope this isn't a bad time, but I need your help with something."

Swiss almost misses the imperceptible twitch in Mountain's eye and the momentary tensing in his tail as he looks around the garden at the other earth ghouls and siblings working, and then looks back down at the Multi ghoul.

"Of course, what can I help you with?"

Swiss grabs his hand and starts pulling the earth giant along the stone path. "C'mon, I'll show you."

Swiss tows Mountain away from the gardens, away from the abbey, towards the edge of the forest.

As they step into the trees, Swiss can sense Mountain's scent getting subtly more dank as they move further away the abbey, further away from Mountain's never ending responsibilities and list of tasks to be completed.

"Swiss, why are we out here? What's going on?"

Swiss squeezes Mountain's fingers reassuringly. "Almost there, big guy, just a bit further."

As the trees close in around and Swiss knows that there is no chance of being disturbed by any siblings or clergy members, he takes deep breath and drops the rest of his glamour.

"Mounty, there's nobody around. Let yourself just....be, for a minute."

Mountain looks at Swiss quizzically and hesitates before taking a similar breath and dropping his own glamour. His antlers touch the lowest branches as he grows out to his unglamoured height, patches of moss appearing on his shoulders and along his hairline as he shakes out his chestnut brown waves.

Swiss can't help but notice the tiny acrid mushrooms behind Mountain's ears and at the base of his antlers. He notices however, when the earth giant releases another deep breath, that the subtle dank scent of tiredness and stress starts to seep the tiniest bit away and he suppresses a smile.

"Just right up here, Mount."

They come into small clearing and as the earth ghoul takes in his surroundings, still wondering what in the hell Swiss could possibly need help with all the way out in the forest, he notices a small hot spring feeding a collection of pools. And in one of those steaming pools is Dewdrop.

Mountain rushes over to Dew and looks him over, looking for signs of distress or injury.

"Fire Lilly, what are you doing all the way out here? Baby, are you alright? What is going on?"

Dew reaches up and puts his hands on either side of Mountain's face. "Mounty, I'm okay. There's nothing wrong. Everything is fine."

"Then what in the world are we doing all the way out here?"

Swiss steps in and puts his hand on Mountain's shoulder.

"We're out here for you, big guy. We want to give you a chance sit, relax, and just exist for awhile."

Mountain looks back and forth between Swiss and Dew and sighs, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Look..I appreciate what this is and what you're trying to do, but if there's nothing here that you need help with, I really need to be getting back to work. I'm fine, really."

Dew steps out of the hot spring and grasps Mountain's hands, rubbing his thumb over the rough, beat up knuckles.

"Love, we see you going out day after day. You work so hard to take care of us and you never ask for anything in return. We talked to everyone and they agreed that you deserve to take this time for yourself."

Dew reaches back up and gently brings Mountain's face level with his own. He presses a series of soft kisses to Mountain's face and cheeks before kissing him softly on the lips.

"Let us take care of you, Wood Sprite," he whispers as he presses his horns gently to Mountain's antlers.

Mountain looks from Dew, to the warm steaming pool, to Swiss who is rubbing soft circles into the small of his back. He has a lot to do, but the idea of soaking with his mate and his multi ghoul sounds so nice. And he is so tired.....

"...Okay." Mountain whispers brokenly as his shoulders begin to shake and light tears fill his eyes and stream down his cheeks.

Dew smiles, kisses his tears away and leads Mountain to the pool where he and Swiss slowly start removing his dirty work clothes and help ease him into the warm pool. Swiss sits against the edge of the pool and draws Mountain back to lean against his chest while Dew straddles Mountain's lap and faces his mate. Dew takes Mountain's hands and softly rubs the palms, letting the soothing water help ease the soreness and hurt.

Swiss brings his hands up and starts rubbing along Mountain's shoulders and chest. Massaging the muscles and working out the knots as they come up. Mountain groans, puts his head back against Swiss's shoulder and sinks into it, feeling the soreness and stress begin to melt away with the feel of Swiss's hands and the gentle hint of quintessence radiating from his palms.

Dew runs his hands down Mountain's chest, tracing the patterns and markings on his skin. His hands travel lower along his stomach and grasp Mountain's cock, running his fingers softly up and down his mate's length.

Mountain brings his head up to look at his firefly, feeling himself stir in his mate's fingers, Dew's hands moving more firmly until Mountain is fully hard. Dew leans in and presses another soft kiss to Mountain's lips.

"Let me warm you," he whispers as he brings a slight hand up to caress Mountain's cheek and move a wavy lock of hair out of his face.

Mountain hums and kisses Dew back, his eyes half closed and his mind cloudy from the steaming water from the spring and Swiss's quintessence working into his tired muscles. Swiss hums on response and lowers his head to Mountain's neck, pressing kisses to the juncture between Mountain's neck and shoulder.

Mountain brings his hands and places them on Dew's tiny waist, lifting his mate and lining him up before Dew sinks slowly onto his cock. Mountain let's out a soft moan at the feel of the heat surrounding him from his mate's body; the tightness of Dew compounded with the feeling of two sets of hands roaming his arms, shoulders and chest.

As Dew adjusts to the feeling of Mountain inside him, he brings his hands from Mountain's chest to his face, cupping his cheek while he moves a lock of chestnut hair out of his face. Mountain purrs and turns his head to press a kiss into Dew's palm. Dew moves his hands into his mate's hair and begins massaging his scalp.

"We're gonna rinse out your hair now, make it all nice and clean, okay, Wood Sprite?"

Mountain purrs again and closes his eyes, so far gone past words at this point.

Dew gently tilts his earth giant's head back, cups the steaming water in his hands and softly pours the warm spring water over Mountain's head. He works the water through Mountain's chestnut waves, plucking the acrid mushrooms from behind his ears and the base of his antlers and discarding them on the edge of the pool. Dew repeats the rising of warm water until Mountain's hair is cleansed of dirt and sweat. Swiss continues working Mountain's muscles until the gentle giant is boneless between his ghouls. His scent becomes fresh and green, the dankness and stress chased away by the love of his mate and his multi ghoul.

Dew and Swiss work most in silence, with the occasional purr or chirp and the occasional offering of praise for their earth ghoul.

"So good for us, my love,"

"We love you so much, big guy,"

"The most beautiful creature of the forest. You do so much for us, you deserve all of life's happiness and more,"

"Our protector, our guardian, our Mountain."

#OKAY CHI HERE IT IS. #mac's thoughts #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #theyre so soft for each other oh my god I cant handle them #chi🌟 #i was not expecting this to get away from me the way that it did. #mac writes

[ghuleh-recs]

So many wonderful writers were born this week!! Happy B @mac-and-thefox! I have lovingly gathered some of my favorite mac fics in honor of her special day. She is a total ray of sunshine and you can always count on her to spread positivity and good vibes in the Ghost fandom on top of contributing some wonderful writing. Check these out if you haven't already and leave a comment!

recs under the cut.

Elixir of Life - Phantom x Rain

Phantom had been fascinated by Rain the moment he had stepped out of the summoning circle and set eyes on the water ghoul. Water ghouls were basically non-existant in his circle of Hell. The fact that Rain had elemental power over water, could just summon it and influence it at will, was something Phantom marveled at and still struggled to wrap his mind around. Rain, with his creamy skin, long graceful limbs, dark soft curls, and eyes so strikingly blue it made Phantom's heart ache to look into them. The young quint had longed to...just touch Rain, to twine their tails together and run his claws through Rain's hair. To run his thumbs over his soft, perfect skin. While Rain was perfectly friendly and had welcomed him with open arms into the pack, Phantom had simply been too shy and nervous to do anything about it.

Soft as Silk - Rain x Swiss

His eyes travel upwards, following his other hand as it snakes its way up his body, stopping to skate along the lace covering his chest, fingering the delicate flowers that perfectly match the color of the flush spreading across his cheeks and collarbones. Rain watches his hand travel up towards his neck. His fingers wrap around his throat and he moans as he squeezes his own throat lightly, still fingering himself under the slip with his other hand. His cock grows hard under his soft ministrations, kicking in his hand. He moans again, voice pitching up as he slides a finger tip along his gills, squeezing his own throat again. “Hey Rainbow, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk with me—Oh…” Swiss stands there, mouth slightly open as he takes in the sight before him. Rain fidgets with the hem of the slip as Swiss slowly approaches him, dropping his coat on the ground and pulling his shirt over his head. Swiss stands behind Rain, settling his hands on his shoulders as he looks the Water ghoul up and down in the mirror. “What…is this?” Swiss asks, words falling slowly, haltingly, out of his mouth.

Lay Down Your Burdens - Dew x Mountain x Swiss

"What's on your mind, Dewbug?" "I'm....worried. About Mount." Swiss nods and hums in reply. He hadnt wanted to admit it, but he too had been noticing how rundown Mountain looked when he thought there was nobody around. As a Multi he too could feel the sluggishness of his earth element with the cold of the season approaching. He couldn't even imagine what Mountain must be feeling as a full earth ghoul. "We need to help him, we need to do something before he burns himself out." Dew swirls the coffee around in his mug as he considers how to word his thoughts. "He does so much for every one and never really rests, I'm worried he's going to hurt himself trying to be everything for everyone all the time." "We need to give him a chance to get away from the abbey and reconnect with his element. With no expectations of having to do anything for anyone." Swiss muses, his tail coming up to his folded hands as he rests his chin on the spade. Dew contemplates Swiss's words. "I think I have an idea."

Listen to the Bees - Mountain x Rain

"Hi Tadpole, I was wondering when you would make it out here to find me this morning," Mountain says contently, eyes still closed. His tail snakes out and wraps around Rain's ankle. "You knew I was coming?" Rain asks bemused, sitting down next to Mountain in the grass and softly stroking the spade of the tail wrapped around his ankle. "They told me you were looking for me, so I thought I'd gather up a few things to have a little breakfast in the field with you." He offers Rain a small container containing mixed berries and some granola with honey. "Mounty...who is 'they'?"

Strong for Somebody Else - Mountain x Dew, Aether x Dew

co-written by the amazing @autumnblooms Terzo is missing, and has been since the band returned from tour. After being dragged off stage at their last show, the ghouls have not seen or heard from their beloved Papa. Aether and Mountain have put in inquiry after inquiry with the Clergy, only to be turned away dismissively. Omega is beside himself. The ghouls are back at the Ministry, and the change can be felt with Terzo's absence. Yes, the man was arrogant, sometimes dangerously impulsive, but the abbey had been bright and full of music under his direction, being the hedonist that he was. Now, it is cold and dark. Siblings scurry along the corridors, heads down and shoulders hunched. The ghouls, where once recieved warmly, are now thrown fearful sideways glances, like the siblings know something that the pack doesn't. It is the transition from fall to winter, the ghoul's elemental powers are lulling, as they tend to wax and wane with the change of the seasons. Mountain, Dew, and Aether huddle together most days for protection and comfort, feeling the changes in their pack and the absence of their Papa. They have each other, they can keep each other safe. But the Winter Solstice is coming. The longest night.

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[papal-babygirl]

the body is mostly blood

well. i became severely sad after brisbane, so i made everyone's favorite whump ghoul get sad as well. aether's dead, copia might be soon, and little dewdrop isn't coping very well.

also no. i dont want to talk about the fact that this is 10k words. just be grateful it is.

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Dew should be in the mood for celebrations. Everyone else seems content to be, Aurora excitedly searching up the hottest nightclubs in Brisbane, flicking through hair colors for her glamour while Phantom peers over her shoulder to offer his advice. Cirrus is leaning back into Cumulus' chest, breaths whistling softly through her angelically parted lips as she dozes. She'll join the new kids, and she'll swear she didn't have a nap on the bus. No one will say anything against it, lest she invite them to her room for apologies back at the Abbey. Mountain has taken up residence around Rain's lithe body, nose buried in his hair as Rain's tail wraps around Mountain's wrist. They sway with the movement of the bus, and to some little tune they're sharing with Rain's headphones. Swiss is deep in a low conversation with Copia, probably talking about some vintage whiskey he'd like to share with his Papa and see where the night takes them.

So that just leaves Dew. Back of the bus alone, noise cancelling headphones on, listening to the loudest, angriest music he could find. He'd gone through the effort to put it on his phone after it managed to disappear from the Internet— he might as well listen to the fucking thing. He has his phone open to his texts, cursor blinking at him as he indulges in his worst habit.

A conversation stares up at him, a few months old now, long discontinued. A conversation with Aether.

Aeth 🖤

Haha you know I got you babe

Dewbug 💧

you are the wind beneath my wings 🕊️

It's the last thing he ever sent to Aether, or rather the last thing Aether ever read. There's a wall of messages from over the past months, none of them sent, and certainly none of them received. Telling Aether how much he's tried to hate Phantom, as if it would bring him back. How the little shit managed to worm his way into some small portion of the hole Aether left. The sheer amount that Sunny would have clicked with Aurora, two little fireballs of energy and life. How his day had gone, how tour was going, little things that made Dew remember him. And every now and again, breathless, sobbing messages, barely legible because Dew couldn't get his hands to stop shaking.

He types out a message a few times and deletes it, like this isn't just some masochistic diary. Eventually he just starts typing and sending before he can even think, and then thinks about throwing his phone out the bus window.

Tour finished tonight. I know how much you loved this country. How much you loved this world. I wish you could have seen this crowd, shit. It just gets bigger every time.

I'm sorry I never stopped missing you.

I'm sorry about the hole left in my chest. The new kids don't deserve it. They're so young and full of life.

You would have been so proud of Phantom. He handles that fucking Fantomen better than either of us ever did, sorry to say.

Copia called himself frail, the fucker. Watched that sea of phones go up, like it's a game to them. Maybe it is. Maybe they don't realize.

Well I mean he stuck a fucking ice cube down his pants, I can't blame them for wanting to keep that forever. 

Satanas, I hope I keep him forever.

Dew presses his forehead against the window of the bus, rattling his skull in a way that's perversely satisfying as the bus rounds a corner. When they arrive at their hotel, a sleepy little collection of cabins he's heard a couple locals — and Mountain — call a caravan park, he makes his way to his room without even so much as a goodnight to everyone else. He has no idea if anyone else notices, but he hears and promptly ignores Copia's soft voice calling after him. He just can't tonight, just can't face pity and look into those sad eyes and pretend like he isn't scared out of his mind.

He's similarly distant at the airport, hood drawn up and sunglasses shielding his eyes. Everyone else has a pounding headache from the celebrations, Dew just can't handle the idea of being witnessed. He sits apart from the group when they get to their gate, ready for that long haul back to Stockholm and wishing he could let some of his glamour slip. He feels itchy and cooped up, and maybe if he could soothe the spade of his tail like a kit does, he'd feel a little better.

But as kind as Copia is about their forms, that's a step too far. It's not like Dew is going to do anything to face the wrath of the Ministry, certainly not now, so he just contents himself with knowing he's got a few good months of letting his wings free coming up soon. He's sat beside Copia, to his infinite dismay and his eternal delight. Their hands stay tangled under the blanket the whole flight, as few words are exchanged between them. Neither feel like talking much, and Copia spends about half the trip snoring away anyways. 

The Abbey welcomes them like a parent awaiting the empty nest to be filled again for the holidays, warm and insistent but also a little bittersweet. Everyone knows it is not meant to last. As Copia gives his first sermon back to a rapt group of Siblings, worn lines gracing the curves of his face, Dew has to leave Black Mass halfway through for the first time in his infernal life. There's something in the way the light hits Copia's face that makes him seem as frail as he toyed with being on stage, tired and beaten down. Hopefully his Unholy Father can find some way to forgive him the transgression. He presses a kiss to the icon of Asmodeus on his rosary and makes a silent promise to the Saint of Hell that he won't whine next time he's asked to deal with the hundreds of candles in the chapel.

As he walks, his legs carry him on well worn paths, ones he remembers walking with dewier skin and a younger heart. The ever so slightly disastrous state of the garden calls to him, whatever little mote of water that remains between his ribs aches to help Mountain fix it the way he used to, even though the earth ghoul is still kneeling piously in the pews. The autumnal shade of the oaks lining the gothic courtyard remind him of years past, chasing after the love and affection of other Papas, and losing those just as easily as his beauty earned them. Dew ends up back in the dormitories, looking up with a start when he realizes he's at the place that hasn't been his room in years. It's the one he shared with… Satanas, he can't remember their name anymore. Back when he was still craving Secondo's attention, the little siren that he was.

Dew shakes off the memories and heads back to his own room, but not before passing Copia's door. It's obviously unoccupied, but there's a little pull from deep in Dew's gut that begs him to change that. He makes to continue towards his chambers, but he gets about three steps before doubling back and trying the doorknob tremulously. It gives— Copia had a terrible habit of leaving doors unlocked behind him. 

Copia’s room is a monument to his simple tastes, to the luxury of small things. It’s nowhere near as lavishly appointed as Terzo’s room was; there’s no sumptuous silks and fine rare dyes here, no gilt kissing the corners of everything. And it’s certainly not the somber elegance that Secondo surrounded himself in, high pile velvet that swallowed all light and sound until the room felt almost claustrophobic. No, it was about as breezy and light as the old Abbey could manage, windows perpetually open to let in the smell of fresh cut grass, or the breeze off the lake, or the sick-sweet rot of leaves as Dew notices now. The window is a panoply of cool colored diamonds of stained glass, casting a mottled glow onto the floor and on his arms that reminds Dew of hot summer days in the lake, of flirting with Mist as they ducked through the cool waters together and let their bodies twine in ecstasy. 

Dew crawls into the butter soft sheets, the delicate cream color feeling like it’s going to be sullied by his presence. He can’t call to mind the country of origin, though it sounded fancy when Copia decided to treat himself after a long tour with one too many scratchy sheets. Dew didn’t pay much attention, his thoughts were occupied otherwise as Copia ordered the sheets with one hand idly petting away between his horns. The little ghoul crawls into the divot formed by Copia’s body and buries his sensitive nose into the place where his head rests nightly. It’s an explosion of love that blasts the blackened char of his heart into a thriving, burning core again. It’s vanilla and jasmine, the first kiss of spring after a winter of using the powers forced on him to keep the Abbey’s residents warm, that very first time a timid Cardinal looked his way and said that he didn’t know if Dew would want the compliment, but that he was looking very nice today. (He hadn't been, he had smoldering sticks in his hair from where he'd dived into a bush to capture one of the Cardinal's rats.)

He delicately tangles his fingers up in the sheets, careful not to pierce or snag them with his claws, and curls up tight. The sensations in the room are all he can focus on; the ambient chatter from Siblings and ghouls alike that sings through the unhallowed halls, the decaying smell of the book glue holding together Copia's beloved and very old copy of the Malleus Maleficarum, the taste of his own bile on his tongue as tears rise unbidden to his lashes. Dew lets a few of the tears fall to the pillow, sullying the fine fabric with his own weakness. He barely notices the acid clang of the chapel bells ringing to signal the end of Black Mass, though when the door clicks open he shoots up guiltily, ears pinned back.

"Papa, I didn't, I-" His voice cracks from disuse, and Dew realizes then how little he's been around his pack since they got back. He slinks off to bed before anyone retires, has shrugged off invitations to movie nights and even brushed off Mountain when he was invited to spend some time in the greenhouse. He'd just needed his space, right?

"No, no, tesoro mio, you know you're always welcome. But I noticed you slip out of Mass, and you’re never absent from Mass.” Copia comes and sits on the bed, depressing it slightly. He puts a hand between them, bridging the gap in a way that leaves Dew the power to make the choice to reach out. Dew watches guiltily as his gloved fingers stroke idly along the grain of the fabric. His whole body screams at him to reach out, to make the connection, but he can’t make his arms move from where they’re wrapped around his wan frame. Trembling fingers soothe along the scars on his ribs where his gills used to be, and Copia moves his hand to Dew’s knee. “What prompted you to leave, Dewdrop?”

“I haven’t.. I haven’t been okay for a while, Papa.” Dew admits, voice low like a confession. Forgive him, Unholy Father, he knows full well what he’s done. “I can’t…” His voice clicks as more tears spill over his cheeks. He brings his knuckles up to brush the tears away, but they're interrupted by the soft kiss of leather as Copia catches the tears on his own fingers.

"Take your time, mio amato." Copia scoots a little further onto the bed, and in a flurry of hot limbs, Dew launches into his arms. He lets out a soft oof as he catches Dew, sinking a hand into the tangle of his hair. Dew paws at Copia's shirt for a lifeline, sobs shuddering his whole body.

"I can't lose you. I can't lose anyone else." Dew whispers hoarsely all in one breath, until he takes in another gasping breath and the tears fall heavier. He didn't think there was so much water left in his body. Copia tuts gently and strokes down each knob of Dew's spine, a soothe he discovered after Dew had his first panic attack under Copia's care. It had happened after that very first show where he was on lead guitar, with a body that felt alien and shouldering more responsibility than he could manage. The show had gone off without a hitch, but Copia had found Dew a sobbing mess on the floor of the dressing room. He'd stayed there longer than the venue really wanted, but it didn't matter. Copia was determined to stay until his ghoul was alright.

"You aren't going to lose me." Copia murmurs back, rubbing the thin space between Dew's shaking wings. The little fire ghoul whimpers piteously, claws sinking into Copia's shirt before he realizes with a gasp what he's done. "No, no, you're alright. It's just a shirt." He soothes, voice low and sonorous.

"Aeth said-" Dew can't finish the sentence, but Copia figures out rather quickly what his ghoul is implying. He knows well of the bond between the two, and how much it had pained Dew to have it severed. When the Ministry came to collect its assets, to recoup the loss of a very taxing new quintessence ghoul to summon, Aether had gone with a grace the barbaric act hardly deserved. But he'd not been given the choice to explain to his mates, or to even say goodbye. It was sudden, jarring, and Copia had been there to support Dew while he delivered the worst news to his pack that anyone could fathom.

"I know. I know it must sound like an empty promise. But who could take me away from you?" Copia says gently, pushing his hand under the hem of Dew's shirt to stroke the furred base of Dew's tail. "I would fight the forces of Heaven and Hell to keep you in my arms." 

"Who could take you away? The same people who took Aether, Sunshine, your brothers, Alpha, Omega, Ifrit. Should I go on?" Dew pulls back to look at Copia incredulously, tear tracks burned into his cheeks. He looks over Copia's face, takes in the life worn into his features, the freckles that Dew himself has kissed over after a night of passion. "You said it yourself, Papa, you said that you're frail. Your time is up soon. And you can tell me that some of it is toying with your flock but-" Dew cuts himself off with the memory of their arms wrapped around the others waist on stage, as Dew did his best to not look utterly besotted with his Papa. I love you, little man. Saints, the words ring in his head even now. How it thrilled his chest to be publicly declared worthy of the unholiest love he knows, how bittersweet the finality of it all felt on his tongue. "How am I supposed to know that when I wake up, you'll still be here?"

"I think you'll just have to trust me." Copia sighs, fingers still rubbing the little patch of fur that graces the transition from human to beast, from glamour to ghoul. "I know it is an impossible task."

"No. Trusting you is easy. It's the world I can't rely on." Dew rubs the tears away, a low purr kicking up at the gentle pets to his trembling body. His heart rate is starting to slow, that infernal core cooling off to a glowing coal. The panic takes a backseat to the fact that Copia is here, in his arms. For right now, whatever comes next is immaterial. 

"Then let me be your world, and rely on me." Copia breathes, pulling Dew into an achingly tender kiss. Dew can still smell the incense from Mass clinging to his hair, with that undercut of jasmine and salted tangerine from his cologne. That all too familiar scent is safety to Dew, it's love, it's home, it's hope. No matter the bouquet of pheromones that his pack has for him, it's never quite this combination. He would know Copia by this alone, by the brush of uncalloused fingers on his cheek, by the sound of rushing blood through his veins rather than ichor. 

The kiss finally lets Dew relax, wings drooping heavily as all the tension leaches from his body like his namesake evaporating in the heat of a summer morning. He's cried himself into emotional exhaustion, and now he just wants to be touched. He's tired of shutting himself off, tired of being on the outside of the pack, tired of being scared and wounded and crawling off to die alone like a cat. Copia pulls him closer, a low whine building in his throat that makes Dew crave him deeper than he ever thought possible.

"I love you." Dew pants when they both pull back for air, foreheads pressed together as Dew feels leather-clad hands exploring the familiar pathways of his body. His horns press softly against Copia, that eternal reminder of how different they are at their cores. "I've never- you.. I don't think I'll ever love like this again." Copia hums softly and kisses the corner of Dew's mouth, drawing him back in like the tide. 

"Maybe not. Maybe you will." Copia leans back slightly, bringing a hand up to his teeth to pull the glove off. Perhaps he doesn't notice how it makes all the hair on Dew's body stand on end, perhaps he notices and doesn't care, because he does it to the other one, clasping the gloves in one hand and gently tossing them to the desk where they land limply. His fingers are impossibly warm and soft as they come back to grace Dew's imperfect form, well manicured nails scraping ever so slightly. "All that matters to me is loving you here and now."

"Then love me. Love me fully." Dew begs, a whine creeping into his plea. But Copia isn't deterred by the vulnerability, isn't scared off by Dew's infernal ache. He pushes into the soft curve of Dew's jaw, leaves painted kisses there as he slowly pulls the shirt off that Dew stole from Mountain some years back. It hangs off him like a tunic, but no one could deny him whatever he wanted, considering he looked so loved in the oversized garment.

Perhaps it isn't wise to seek to heal this hurt with sins of the flesh; Dew recognizes this. And there is more yet to do to banish this pain from his mind, his soul, and perhaps truly it will never be gone. There is always going to be an indelible mark that the ones who are no longer here make on his pitch-heart, carve their name in hellish runes on the very surface of his obsidian bones. And in time, he will learn to live with this. In time he will wear the names of the departed with pride, and love, and welcome new names and new loves to become part of him. For right now, though, he is as shattered porcelain, begging to be put together anew. Changed by the process, but once again whole.

Dew sinks his claws into Copia's shirt again as his Papa's lips travel lower, kissing over his prominent collarbones, and up to the faded scars from his gills. Dew had tried to open them up once, a year or so after his transition. A delusion grabbed hold of his shattered psyche, convinced him that the beautiful creature he used to be lay still underneath the surface, needing to molt to become himself again. It was Aether who found him, fingers stained black with the effort of his pain, shaking and sobbing and woozy from blood loss. It was Aether who used his fledgling powers, tripping on the unsteady legs of a newborn deer to knit flesh back together again. And it was Aether who convinced him that he was beautiful any and every way he was, and that the cruelty of the powers that be was in no way his fault. 

The Ministry moved in mysterious ways, sometimes bold and striking declarations from Sister Imperator, and sometimes people unbeknownst to even Copia would show up and demand things of he who should be the highest power. It always unsettled Dew, made him feel as if Copia was little more than a dancing monkey, a figurehead puppet who they could shove in front of the yearning masses, who could take the fall when culture came to bite back. It was Copia, of course, who takes the blame for introducing the devil back into the 'good, Christian world'. Copia, of course, who takes the blame for corrupting youths by daring to imply that they should be loved as they are. Copia, of course, who is at fault for wanting his flock to feel and touch and love and fuck as much as their desires told them to, for what could be more human?

"Should I just take this thing off, eh?" Copia says with a smile, eyes flicking down to the long claw marks in the dog-collared button down. It only strikes Dew then that he probably came back to his room to get changed after Mass, only to find a very sad and vulnerable little ghoul in his bed. 

"Oh, I.. I didn't mean to-" Dew shrinks away from all the points of contact with Copia, only to have it chased right back as Copia slides his arms around Dew.

"It's just a shirt. Dime a dozen, dolcezza." Copia squeezes Dew gently, fingers finding scars with featherlight touches. The ones he's given himself, the ones inflicted on him, all fall away to nothing under Copia's careful touch. It's as if he's made anew. "Help me get out of it?" He doesn't need help— it's become tatters— but he wants Dew to unfurl, wants him to feel this. Dew plucks at the buttons gingerly, one by one, until he can push the shirt to the floor.

Dew takes a moment to regard the one he loves, the incrementally graying chest hair, his softness, the beautiful fallibility of his mortal flesh. He'd only started to notice Copia's temples going gray this most recent tour, and it was certainly fuel for the fire that was his anxiety. But in the objective sense, it granted him a handsome gravitas Dew couldn't deny. From the way his flock would cheer when he promised to fuck the crowd, it would seem that he wasn't alone in that opinion. Shaking claws reach to stroke along Copia's sensitive sides, and Dew watches with rapt attention as his perfect stomach twitches with barely contained laughter.

"You know I'm ticklish there, don't you?" Copia asks with a smirk, though both of them know that he is. "And yet the touch persists, how cruel of you." Dew finds himself smiling ever so slightly as he shifts and pushes Copia down to the plush bed, deft fingers attacking soft curves. Peals of laughter ring around the room from the both of them as they fall back into each other, into soft lingering kisses that feel first-time timid. With that same gingerness, Dew reaches below the belt for the first time for an exploratory pet. The response he gets is beautifully favorable, a stuttered gasp from Copia, pupils blown. "And if I said I was ticklish there, would you stay your hand?" 

"Saints, I love you when you get romantic like this." Dew says, Copia's fingers coming to rest along Dew's forearm. They regard each other for a long moment, Dew's hair curtaining down in the way that he's always been called beautiful for. He'd thought about shearing his hair after his transition, no longer yearning to feel his hair trail behind him while he swims, no longer feeling like anyone's preziosa sirenella. It was a joint effort from Aether and Copia that had kept it long, Aether meditatively brushing and plaiting the hair while Copia held him close and called him beautiful again, praised the fire in his eyes and the blaze in his bones.

"What you call romantic I simply call honest." One of Copia's hands traces a little trail up the inside of Dew's arm, along his chest to cup his cheek. He pushes up with the other hand, pulling Dew in to kiss him with a little more urgency, a little more breathlessly. He moans wantonly into the kiss, parting his lips to let Copia get even closer, to taste him more insistently. They eventually make their way to a reverse of before, Dew laid back on the pillows looking for all the world like a fallen angel. Sure, the horns and batlike wings don't fit the picture, but the amber eyes looking up through pale lashes seem for all the world like a creature spurned from grace.

His beauty turns to ecstacy when Copia litters his chest with little kisses and love bites, none too hard. Though he'd be hard pressed to bite harder than Swiss, especially considering his rather dull teeth in comparison. But right now Dew can't imagine anything feeling better than this, especially when soft lips brush over his piercings. His back arches into the contact, tail squirming and disturbing the duvet. He lets out a long, low, whined out Papa, which gets him a little hum against his heaving chest. Copia's clever fingers take an exploration down to where Dew's shaft has grown behind his loose joggers.

"Please?" Dew whines, hips jumping and earning him a low, husky laugh from Copia. 

"You don't have to beg, tizzone." Copia says gently, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Dew's pants. His eyebrows raise expectantly, and Dew scrambles to lift his hips enough to get the joggers off. Dew kicks the pants to the ground and paws hungrily at Copia's chest, pulling him into more kisses as the room floods with his cinnamon desire. He's already dripping slick all over the slim juncture of his thighs, squirming underneath the watchful gaze of his Papa. He is flayed open, raw and beating heart ripe for the taking by any predator who dared. And yet, he is not torn in two, and the soft curve of his chest is simply kissed over, leaving smudges of black paint. When Copia leaves his ministrations be, he looks more like a raccoon than normal, all the paint on his lips smudged off completely.

"You look like those, Saints, what does Mountie call them, the bloody trash pandas?" Dew says through a snorting laugh, appending his best true blue impression of Mountain. Copia rolls his eyes fondly and pushes back up onto his haunches, looking down at the ghoul spread out like a feast before him.

"If you're going to be mean I can leave." Copia earns playfully, getting his stern voice out that usually gets reserved for when they've destroyed a hotel room with some sexcapade that makes the bill fall on his shoulders. Notable examples include the scorched bed from when Dew was pinned down and made to cum over and over and over until his little body couldn't take the pressure and literally exploded into flames; the broken bed frame from when Rain begged Mountain for more more more harder please mountie please and the gentle giant had unleashed his powers to rend the particle board to dust as he finished deep in the hot clutch of Rain's body. The most recent incident was the room that looked like a nuclear bomb had gone off when Phantom had lost control of his powers and unleashed a supernova in a cheap hotel, but each of them was brushed under the rug by an understanding but mildly disappointed Copia.

"No! No, I'm sorry, you look nice." Dew reaches out shakily, gripping Copia's shoulders with a fervent whimper. Copia's shoulders slump slightly, and he rubs his thumb along the bird-light joint of Dew's wrist.

"I could never leave you, but I do think I should probably get my shoes off before we continue, eh?" He presses a kiss to the fluttering pulse of Dew's wrist and pulls back a couple steps off the bed to slip his dress shoes off, pulling his belt out of the loops. He hears Dew's throat click with a heavy swallow, and for a moment they share in the hunger for something harder, something that leaves Dew flushed and crying. They're no stranger to that kind of play; there's a very good reason why Copia has a plethora of different leather gloves, well worn by use and, well, too much cleaning. But the moment passes, fleeting as can be, when Copia bends down to unclip the garters from his socks. "Should I leave the pants to you?" He asks with a soft smile, just as Dew's crawling his way down the bed to pluck teasingly at Copia's zipper. 

"Maybe. I let you undress me." Dew grins up at Copia wolfishly, quick fingers dancing along pressed slacks until before Copia knows, his fly is undone and Dew is pawing at him. 

"Should I just fuck you like this?" He laughs, following the line of Dew's thin fingers to gently grip himself. "Boxers and all?"

"You can do it however you like, Papa, as long as you don't let me go." Dew breathes, flame-hot over the thin fabric separating his flushed mouth from sensitive flesh. Copia awkwardly shuffles everything down to a messy pile on the floor, the only real sign someone lives in the room that Dew's noticed since he crawled into bed. His cock springs up, a tempting little bead of pre welling up at the head. Dew grits his teeth in an effort to resist, but as if pulled by an invisible tether, he leans in to press an almost chaste kiss to the head.

"Now that's very dangerous of you, tizzone." Copia breathes as Dew returns to lounging on the pillows, waiting for Copia to chase him up. Nimble fingers dip down to splay open his slit, shimmering in the sun that still filters in the windows. Copia looses a punched groan and moves with a swiftness few people see from him, clambering across the bed to smother his ghoul in kisses once more.

"Need you in me, you know I'm ready for it." Dew juts his chin up proudly, grabbing Copia's hand and shoving it unceremoniously down to his slit. His wide eyes beg him to pet through the velvety folds, and then up to let the smooth, slick length of his shaft throb against his hand. Copia relents, of course he relents to the bid for touch, probing a couple thick fingers into Dew's entrance. He scissors his fingers gently, watching Dew's expression carefully. The fire ghoul's face screws up, but through the years they've been sleeping together, Copia has learned well the difference between pain and pleasure. Dew is firmly on the side of pleasure, at least until something shifts in his face, lip twitching.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Copia pulls his fingers out, and Dew scrubs at his face, taking a gulping breath and trying to calm his hummingbird heartbeat. He shakes his head, mouth trying to find words.

"It- you… for a second, you felt like…" Dew closes his eyes, trying to find some anchor in the sea of his feelings. "Aeth. I know it's stupid to think about—"

"No, no, Dew, it's not stupid. When do emotions run higher than this, more than when two become one?" Copia brings his clean hand up to cup Dew's cheek, pressing their foreheads together. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No! No. Saints, no, I- I need this. Just need you." Dew throws his arms around the broadness of Copia's back, fingers splaying over the freckled expanse of skin. He clings tight, chest heaving until Copia presses a warm palm to his sternum. They don't say anything, they just breathe in tandem until Copia's even breathing is the rhythm they both follow. Dew nods, and Copia knows what he's ready for without words. They've really never needed words, able to read each other with the smallest twitch of an eye or the quirk of a lip. So it's no surprise to Copia that when he latches his lips to Dew's hot pulse and sinks his fingers back into the warmth of Dew's slit that the little ghoul howls in pleasure, hips jumping erratically.

Copia suckles a dark bite into the pale gray of his Dewdrop, purple blooming to the surface prettily as he opens Dew up. He doesn't need Copia's fingers scissoring him open, not by a long shot, but he'd be remiss if he didn't get his hands dirty in the pursuit of pleasuring Dew. Copia curls his fingers just so, and Dew shouts in ecstacy, shaft throbbing dully as more slick leaks out over his soft stomach.

"Please, please Papa, I don't want to wait anymore." He lays the piety on thick, which seems a little bold for a ghoul who snuck out of Mass. Copia forgives the indulgence, though, and lines himself up to tease the head of his cock along slick folds. "No, no no no nonono, don't tease, please." Dew sobs out. He seems so shattered already, Copia can't help but sink into him, mouth tucked into the angles of his throat to feel his pleasured noises.

"See, I can be kind." Copia mumbles, mouth a little occupied with absolutely ruining Dew with kisses and bruises. Dew yelps as Copia sinks home, hips kissing for a brief second before he pulls almost all the way out.

"Not that kind, apparently." Dew grumbles, jerking up to try and fuck himself on the unmoving cock. Copia lets him try it for a little bit, a faint amused smile playing on his lips. It doesn't last long until the heat beckons, that velvet inferno, and Copia sinks in again with a low groan. Dew's little wings flex against the sheets, claws barely resisting sinking into Copia to pull him impossibly close. He doesn't need the prodding, though, because he picks up a neat little pace. It's not as hard or fervent as it will grow to be, but for now it's just what both of them need. They move together with the gentle push and pull of the ocean, and it reminds Dew of endless quiet moments on the bus, smothering moans in the plush flesh of his lover as they rock with the movement of the bus.

It threatens to ruin Dew's mood, but he forces his mind to think of the ones he's shared that experience with who are still here. Chief among them is of course the man between his legs now, but he feels a different little thrill thinking about Swiss swallowing Dew's noises by clamping a big hand over his mouth, or Cumulus promising to treat him so well if he can stay quiet all on his own. That brings him back from the brink of absolute collapse, to say nothing of the reality of Copia dragging him into a slow, messy kiss. 

Dew slides a hand down in between the both of them to tug at his shaft, but his hand is batted away by Copia. He whimpers at the loss, but Copia picks up the slack immediately. "Just let me take care of you." He murmurs by way of explanation, gently squeezing the slick length of Dew's shaft. His barbs leak all over Copia's fingers, making the glide of skin on skin all but frictionless. It's not the only trait he retained from his previous element, but it was probably the least upsetting. He never needed much foreplay, though he enjoyed it thoroughly, and it definitely made him the pack's favorite choice for a quickie. His hands almost instinctively slide up above his head, ready to be pinned by a large hand. It was one of Mountain's favorite moves, to make him feel impossibly small, but Copia doesn't make the move.

So instead, Dew opts to keep his hands locked tight around the bars of the headboard, thin fingers twining around carved mahogany. Copia groans at the sight when he flicks up his mismatched eyes, focusing back on ruining Dew's chest with love bites. If he thinks too hard about the unfailing obedience that Dew offers him, this endeavor ends far too soon. Then again, compared to the infernal endurance of his ghouls, he's a minute man by comparison, so frankly he's just got to try his best.

"I love you." Dew blurts out randomly, voice thick with pleasure and barely held back tears. Copia's hips stutter for a moment before he looks up to see that the tears are of ecstacy, as far as he can tell. He blinks once, and the fat tears fall from his lashes and race down the hollow of his throat to leave wet spots on the pillow. In response to the love, Copia adjusts himself and pulls Dew's slim legs around his waist, locking them together eternally.

"I love you, Dewdrop, Father Below, do I love you." His hand leaves Dew's shaft for just a millisecond to make sure Dew's legs are locked tight. It returns in due time, bringing with it increased fervor and a lump in his throat that Copia wasn't expecting. He's never been stoic, Saints no, but not nearly as much of a crier as his sweet Dewdrop. There's something in the air today, then that has him choked up. So be it. If his body needs that release, he won't deny himself.

"Don't leave. Please, please don't leave me alone, please stay, Copia please, I can't live without you, I can't lose you." The steady stream of tears turns to wet sobs, and Dew's hands fly from the headboard to cling desperately to Copia and pull him impossibly closer. Their bodies are all but one as their hips meet over and over. Something in the desperate cries makes the fragile dam inside Copia break, and when he screws up his face when Dew flutters, he feels the hot slide of tears down his own cheeks.

"I could never, tizzone. I can't bear to lose another person. I can't hurt you." His voice shakes, and he'd love to pretend that it's because of all the sensations swallowing him, the sweet honey heat of his Dew. But it's a disservice, he thinks, to pretend himself incapable of tears. What then, of the grief he'd experienced, of all the loss of family and love alike? Here, in the sanctuary of his room, he has no obligation to be His Unholiness, Papa Emeritus IV, a stoic figurehead to lead and protect his flock. He can just be, ever so simply, Copia. A man, with vulnerabilities just like everyone else. He swallows heavily, and Dew leans up to kiss his tears away. They're both just sort of crying on each other, wet cheeks pressed together. 

They press even closer to each other, chest to chest as Copia's hips speed up. His hand squeezes the forming knot at the base of Dew's shaft, interrupting the tears with a yelp of pleasure.

"Oh, oh fuck, harder, please, can you- harder?" Dew asks, voice trembling. He never asks this politely, and combined with the throb of his shaft, Copia realizes he's not the only minute man here. The pace slows down in service of more brutal thrusts, getting punched little groans from the both of them as the bed creaks with protest. His hand makes choppy little strokes along Dew's shaft, lack of rhythm unbecoming of a practiced musician. Dew doesn't seem to mind, head tossing back and forth and making his silken hair into a mussed tangle despite the inelegance of Copia's thrusts. Right about when Copia expects, his thighs and hips start to burn in protest. It's for the best that he thinks about bringing things to a crescendo.

It's definitely not a premature end; Dew's slit is pulsing heavily around Copia which always signals that he's about to burst. The little hiccups each time he fucks a little deeper into Dew's hot body are a sure sign that it's time to try his dirtiest trick. Well, 'dirty' implies that he's on equal sexual footing with the very emissaries of Hell's lust, so it's more that he's a very clever lover. He swipes both his hands under Dew's ass, trusting his knees for all of two seconds to bear the weight of him while he adjusts to fuck up into the spot that makes Dew howl. And howl he does, one hand clawing deeply at Copia's shoulder without breaking skin. The other rends the pillow under his head to downy shreds, fine duck feathers exploding into the room and clinging to Dew's sweaty shoulders.

"Aaah, yes, yes, Copia please, please I'm right there, touch me touch me please please, Unholy Father, I need to cum!" Dew sobs wetly, bringing a feathered hand up to scrub the tears away so he can beg with the full power of his alluring amber eyes. He doesn't need to beg; he never needed to ask. But it seems ingrained in him to ask permission, so Copia gives him a little grunt of affirmation. That's apparently the key to get the levee to burst, because Dew spills all over his stomach and chest with a wail. Iridescent cum coats his piercings, glittering in the dappled light of the window. The fluttering of Dew's silken walls around him means Copia is barely moments behind, spilling into Dew and screwing up his face. 

The ecstacy brings the tears back in full force, a sick combination of pain and pleasure. His chest constricts as if squeezed from within, and he finally looses a proper sob. Copia wipes at his eye, coming back with a smeared blob of paint staining his fingers, and it's quite belatedly he realizes that he probably looks absolutely haggard. He can't be fucked to care, honestly, especially as he pulls out and lowers Dew back down to the bed, watching as his chest heaves. Dew's cum barely starts to dry, hardly gets the chance before Copia leans down to clean him up with that silvered tongue. He laps broadly, swiping up slick and cum in equal measure as Dew sobs quietly into the back of his hand. Copia keeps his kisses featherlight, his tongue as restrained as he dares. If he catches a couple of his own tears in his ministrations, so be it.

"Saints, I could worship you forever. You are so dear, so unholy to me." Copia breathes against Dew's damp skin, ears tuned to the stuttered hiccup at the reversal. Dew had caught the attention of many a man (and woman) of the cloth, and yet none of them had found him worthy of worship. Only Copia truly viewed him as not only equal, but superior. Dew did his fair share of devotion in the bedroom, but he was used to being on his knees in more ways than one.

"Don't deserve it." Dew whimpers, though his hands tell a different story when they sink into Copia's hair. "I don't- I'm not beautiful anymore, not like I used to be. Too much blood." His hands twitch on Copia's scalp, and for a brief moment all Copia can think of is the moment Dew stumbled on him in a puddle of ichor, of Aether's— No. No. Not now. Not when he's dragging down lower, sensitive cock brushing against silky sheets when he settles in between Dew's legs. Copia's spend leaks wetly from Dew, little pulses of his orgasmic afterglow pushing a new wave of slick and cum out of him. He watches for a couple seconds, pleasure-dazed until he remembers his purpose, hands coming up to stroke gently at the thin plane of Dew's thighs. Gentle fingertips stroke at the fine hair on his legs, feeling the muscles twitch uncertainly as Dew awaits whatever comes next.

What comes next is a supernova of overstimulation, Copia's tongue licking broadly between dusky folds. He's so pretty and dark down here, like a rare flower with midnight petals. 

"Fuck, hurts. Hurts good." Dew bleats, taking a fistful of Copia's hair in his hand as he's cleaned out with gentle licks. "Please don't stop. Might go again." Copia groans into slick flesh, the idea that he could bring Dew to even the littlest orgasm down here stirring heat right back up in his gut. So he sets himself to the task, bringing a single firm finger up to prod tenderly. It's under the guise of making sure Dew is cleaned up properly, but it's really to pet at his soft walls and feel him flutter with each lick. Before he knows it, Dew is clamping his thighs tight and squealing, body forcing every last drop out of him and onto Copia's tongue. Dew doesn't have to push him away when he's had too much, because Copia knows him intimately, knows just when to draw his finger out in the aftershocks.

Dew's face is blotchy, all different shades of plum and tyrian purple, and the patchwork only continues down his neck and chest. His face is still wet with tears, though they've dried down to a velvet sheen on his soft cheek. Copia kisses the inside of his knee, murmuring softly that he'll be right back, he's just going to grab something to clean them both off. Dew assumes he's going for the ensuite, and he paws at Copia with a yelp, but he only moves to the other bedside table to flip open a vintage cigar box. Inside is not cigars, but a pastel little packet of baby wipes, all hidden away to keep the impeccable aesthetic of his room in order. Dew watches curiously before he lets out a watery laugh that turns a little teary, making more feathers from the destroyed pillow stick to him.

"Oh, shit, the- Papa, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—" Copia waves a hand and beckons Dew off the ruined pillow. He goes uncertainly, relaxing into the touch as Copia wipes him down, leaving him smelling faintly of honey and almond.

"It's a pillow, I can get another. I'll forgive you if you tell me what's so funny." His mouth settles into a lazy smile as he discards the wipe to grab another and slip it down between Dew's legs. The little ghoul hisses at the cold between his warm legs, but he does as his Papa asks.

"Just the," he waves his hand at the cigar box, "I don't know. Such a silly little thing hidden away in a mature shell. It's very you. And I love that. Practical and not too serious and-" Dew shudders as his sensitive shaft retreats, brushing against the cool wipe. "Hells, that's cold."

"I would be loathe to invest in a wipe warmer." Copia explains mildly, with the not so subtle implication Dew was being a bit of a baby about the cold. "Rain loves it, says he gets too hot and sticky." Dew opens his mouth to protest, but clacks it shut with a snap of his jaws, brow furrowing.

"Well. I'm not much like him anymore, am I?" He says quietly, eyes sparking like when he loses control of his element. Copia watches him carefully, fingers stopped in their work to ensure he doesn't obliterate the bed. The fire dies down completely, quenched by the tears that bubble up and fall with a scary speed. "Not much of anything, really." He hiccups, and it's the comedown Copia was really expecting. He's never escaped a teary romp in the sheets without lengthy aftercare, and likely some of the world's worst pillow talk by normal standards. 

"No, no. You're everything. I knew you were beautiful from the moment I saw you." Copia soothes, tossing the soiled wipes into the wastebin that's there for just that purpose. He hesitates for a moment, wondering if it's worth the effort to clean up his paint. But he eventually perishes the thought, considering that Dew is grasping up at him with pitiful paws. So he looks like a rat left out in the rain, so what? He sits back down on the bed, shunting Dew into his lap and gently picking every stray feather off of his damp skin. Every fourth feather or so, he brushes Dew's cheeks of the tears that incessantly fall, granting him reprieve best he can. "It's alright. I knew this was coming for a long time, dolcezza." 

"What- what do you mean?" Dew looks up blearily from behind his tears, eyes now dulled to the color of stale coals. Copia tuts gently, flexing slightly so that his foot doesn't go fully numb with the pressure of the little head on his thigh.

"You were withdrawn since Brisbane. Barely spoke for weeks, all you did was hold my hand on the plane." His voice is gentle, all the patience of a teacher, a leader, a pastor. All the things he's been to Dew and more, his anchor in the storm. "I've seen this mood on you before, Dewdrop. I know how you get when the.." He waves his hand, looking for the words, "melancholy takes a hold of you." He's probably looking for depression, but he's got a poet's soul. Sue him. "Mountain came to me a little while ago, asked if you had been more forthcoming with me about how you were doing. Your pack is worried about you, myself included." 

"I wish he wouldn't." Dew grumbles, wiping at his face. He's mostly free of feathers, so Copia's moved to gently detangling his hair and picking out the down he finds stuck there. "I just.. I wish they'd leave me alone."

"You know they won't. When I saw you leave Mass I.. to be honest I almost stopped the whole affair to chase you." He'd been in the middle of Desecration, holding His Infernal Body aloft when he saw Dew excuse himself and slip out along the shadowed corridors, votive candles burning a little brighter as he passed. It'd formed a lump in his throat that hadn't gone away till he'd been able to shed his robes, leaving them in a pile for the poor sacristy ghouls to deal with. "I was glad to find you here, instead of.." He trails off with a shaky breath, the implication hanging as a sword of Damocles above them.

Dew closes his eyes tight, forcing tears down his mottled cheeks. He balls his fists, and it's like he's trying to squeeze all the anxiety and pain and doubt out of his little body. He relaxes with a slump, laying heavier on Copia's lap. Alabaster horns prick at Copia's thigh, and he sinks his fingers into Dew's very scalp to massage around the base of his horns. Sometimes that touch is arousing, but right now it's just soothing, though it does little to stop the tears.

"What's keeping you away from us, little flame?" Copia murmurs, trailing his fingers down to press his middle fingers into the little spot at the hinge of Dew's jaw on either side. So much tension is carried here, not to mention the spot where his pheromones burn the strongest, and when Copia massages the whole room floods with warm tobacco and teak. 

"I.." Dew breathes in and out once, chest trembling, "I'm terrified that when you go, I won't feel it. That I won't know." The confession seems to shatter something in him, and he crumples up his face like the words struck him. "And I thought maybe if I could pull away it wouldn't hurt so bad, wouldn't kill me when everyone dies again and again and again. But maybe not knowing is worse." One of Copia's hands presses on Dew's sternum, helping to regulate his breathing. The other travels back up to scratch softly at his scalp. "I still message Aether." Dew continues, "I have for months. I don't know what I'm doing without him, it's like.. I don't know. I've lost packmates before, so many of them, but I never thought I'd lose him."

"I know. Saints, do I know." Copia strokes his thumb along Dew's feverish skin, scooping a hand underneath his head to deposit him gently on the bed. Dew whimpers, hands reaching up for Copia piteously. "I'm not going far, dolce." He gently makes his way over to the desk, sliding open a drawer and pulling a bundle of tied together letters out of the very back. They're all different sizes, some as thin as a single sheet, some clearly stuffed full with multiple pages, and as Copia brings the stack back, Dew spots the name on every single one of them in elegant script. Aether. "It's a little more old fashioned, but.. I write to him. Not on a schedule, just.. when I find myself thinking of him. And I tuck them away, and I," He sighs, a shaky little noise that has Dew finally sitting up and cocking his head, eyes searching Copia's face. "When I can go long enough without remembering that.. that damnable pool of ichor, I'll burn them for him. In the summoning room, and I'll hope that he gets to read them."

Dew takes the stack of letters gently, noting a faint herbal scent when his hands warm the papers. They're all on fine paper, thick and rich and sealed with wax bearing the symbol of the church, carefully embellished in gold by a gentle hand. He brings one of the letters to his nose, but he can't for the life of him identify the herb. Mountain probably could, but he doesn't really spend enough time in the garden. Anymore.

"Rosemary. For remembrance, and because he always used to love that lamb roast Mountain would cook up for Ostara, which Mount always claimed was traditional hell cuisine and I'm just now doubting the veracity of that," Copia laughs fondly, a small, sad little noise. "There's a sprig in every letter for him. I learned that magic a very very long time ago, at that boy's school, Saint Amduscias'." Copia takes the letters back and tucks them into the desk again, fingers lingering briefly on the lacquered wood.

"How often do you think of it?" Dew asks, eyes searching the expanse of Copia's back, noting each freckle for the hundredth time. He knows asking the question is like poking at a sore tooth for the sick satisfaction of it, but there is a perverse pleasure that leaves the ache a little duller each time he talks about it.

"Those letters? They're all from this last leg of tour. And I have more I haven't unpacked." Copia turns, always so beautifully unashamed in his nakedness. It was a shame that humans got so touchy about their bodies, considering how wonderful and unique they all are. Dew's always been grateful that Copia never seemed to be in a rush to cover up after sex if he didn't strictly have to. "How can I not think of it? I can't.. I don't know that I'll ever forget fully. I knew Ministry staff were to be there that day, but I never thought.. well, I knew the rumors. I'd heard things, here and there but they were my first replacements." The words drips off his tongue as if it were acid, vile and burning.

"I can't stop thinking about feeling it before I saw it." Dew comes over and swings his legs off the bed, leaning back and looking up at the one who's charmed his heart over and over again, and will probably do so till both of them are in the ground. "I'd seen some important looking people around but, I mean. You know how I am with authority, I just ignored it."

Copia pushes off the desk and settles his body in between Dew's slim knees, until Dew is craning his neck to make eye contact. "What did it feel like? You never told me." Dew's heart skips a beat so loudly it feels like it reverberates around the room.

"Like a star collapsing in on itself. Like a heart attack, from what I've been told it feels like." He swallows thickly around the lump of tears in his throat. He feels like a wrung out rag, like blood squeezed from the stone. There's probably more tears in his body, but Hell Below, he just wishes they'd stay there. "Like being stabbed and then the knife slides out slowly, like the person doing the stabbing enjoys it. Like losing a limb." Dew gets quiet, and he rests a hand over his heart, scars from former fins shimmering down his arm. Copia bends down and presses his forehead against Dew's, a Ghoulish kiss Dew first taught him by accident. The fire ghoul had just done it, and Copia played along, until Dew realized the poor Cardinal had no idea what he'd been doing.

"I'll do anything I can to make sure you never feel that again." He murmurs, and Dew sighs, a dismissive tone to the noise.

"You know you can't promise that." Dew says shakily, and Copia bumps his nose against Dew's a soft little movement that makes Dew's chest constrict.

"No, not entirely. But I mean it. I'd do what I could." They fall into a silence then, breathing in each other's air, enjoying each other's space. The arrhythmic rasp of a starling sings through the window, a discordant soundtrack with the backing beat of their hearts as accompaniment. Dew pulls back eventually, nosing at Copia's jaw to get his attention.

"Do you want to go see him?" Aether has a sort of grave, a shrine really. They weren't allowed to keep his body; the Ministry had taken it as some sort of grotesque currency for Phantom's summoning, but they had other things. The mask Terzo had given him, and the first one Copia gave. A broken little shard of horn from early on, when he literally butted heads with Omega and snapped it off. His beloved bracelet, which Ivy had gifted him, shaped by their own hand from scrap guitar strings. The first Fantomen he'd gotten, all those years ago. Phantom was given a new one, apparently not too dear a price from the Ministry for their newest summon. Gifts from fans, piles and piles of them, carefully kept safe in a plexiglass case. He'd kept almost everything he'd been given; if he could fit it into a nook or cranny of a gear box or a bunk, he would. Dew had found some little trinket tucked into his guitar case when he opened it up for the first time to prep for tour, and it's been on his bedside table ever since. It's all lovingly ensconced in an explosion of flowers that Mountain maintains like a soul-bound duty, heliotrope and lavender and aster and stargazer lilies, each one beautiful and perfect.

"I think that would be nice. I haven't been since we got back. The lilies should be blooming, and I think Mountain will forgive me if I take one for myself." Copia muses, wondering if he can find some little bud vase that he can get Rain and Mountain to jointly enchant to have a perpetual flower on his desk.

"Oh, you know those things make me sick whenever you handle them too much." Dew grumbles, but it's playful, light, and the beat of his tail on the bed says as much.

"Ah, so I shouldn't wear my gloves to pick one? Wouldn't want those dreadful lilies near your, eh, most sensitive parts." Copia gets a wicked little smile, and Dew pushes him away with a groan, flopping back to the bed and watching as a couple of feathers float up from it.

"You're so lucky I love you."

"I am."

#dew/copia #dewdrop ghoul #papa emeritus iv #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #my writing #im fine :)

[sageofthestarz]

I’ve had this floating around in my google docs for awhile now so take my little thing on Dew and Cirrus

Dewbug

Platonic Dew & Cirrus things below cut, can be read as before/beginning relationship if that’s your jazz;

A few weeks after Cirrus and the other ghouls are summoned does she find the freshly turned Fire Ghoul struggling to take care of himself and takes it into her own hands to take care of him

Dewbug

TW; Mention of wounds, and small mentions of a breakdown

It was one of the first nights after Cirrus had been summoned. She’s been having trouble sleeping still not quite used to the surfaces day night cycle yet, and getting rather bored of listening to the storm going on outside her window she thought that some late night tea might help.

Heading through the dark abbey hallways to the shared kitchen and common room she paused right before the kitchens door, seeing a small amount of light peer though it. She peaked her head around making sure to stay silent. Inside was a shorter thin ghoul dressed in baggy clothing with long messy blonde hair. He was leaning his full weight on the counter top, the only light showing was the small stove top light next to where he was huddled.

Cirrus was going to leave, come back later on after the smaller ghoul had gone back to his room. Having been told he wasn’t up for being very social yet, but seeing how the small ghouls chest was heaving, legs trembling as he tried to keep himself upright before he seemed to accept his fate and allow himself to not so gracefully fall to the floor with a frustrated look on his face mumbling swears- she couldn’t just leave.

She thought about getting Aether or Mountain, but she knew how hard they had been working since the incident with the past band ghouls. With the lack of trained ghouls they had triple the work they used to ontop of trying to take care of a stubborn ghoul. They needed all the rest they could get.

She came in, a little nervously saying a small quiet “hello..?” He hadn’t noticed Cirrus there yet, jumping practically out of his skin scrambling across the floor to press his back into the shelves behind him in a panic. She made a small shushing noise crouching down to his level with a soft smile. She kept her voice quiet as she introduced herself, apologizing for scaring him, trying to walk him through some calming exercises that didn’t really seem to work before offering a hand to help him up. He wasn’t exactly trusting but frankly he was already tired from the short walk to the kitchen, and with the scare he wasn’t sure if he could get up on his own. His energy having become very limited since the changing process had begun and the wounds on his body healing definitely not helping.

She helped him up, only now noticing the bandages covering a lot of his skin under the baggy clothes he had hanging off his frame. They couldn’t be his own, much too large. They did smell of fire ghoul though not like the ghoul in her arms, she shook out the thought. Not her business. Being mindful of the wounds as she helped him to one of the comfy couches in the common area helping him to sit down without just aggressively plopping onto it like he had the floor. She gave him a small smile and went to let go once he had settled, but he held onto her arm, and that was enough for her to sit next to him and start to chat.

He was a little awkward, but he warmed up to her pretty quickly, talking away mainly about the music and shows he’s been watching since he's been “banished to my room to recover”, from what he didn’t mention. They talked for awhile about shows, movies, music, just getting to know each other, he started talking about his pack mates, and about how insistent they’ve been on taking care of him even though hes “perfectly capable of taking care of” himself.

Through some careful questioning she learned that he In Fact had not been taking care of himself, and had really just been hauling up in his room. Immediately she was insisting on making him some tea and easy to stomach food after finding out how little he had gotten over the past few days from denying help from his pack mates. He continued to protect but his stomach definitely said otherwise. He was quickly sushed with a small “Oh Dewbug..” the nickname slipping out easily and fondly, he wasn’t sure how that made him feel but he didn’t hate it. With a knowing smile she was off to the kitchen. Soon enough even with his protests, he had a lap of food and tea. A small “S’ good.. thank you..” coming from him.

Sitting next to him once she had finished making sure he had everything he wanted, they just talked for a good bit into the night. Dew opening up more than he typically would have but in his already fragile state, and the genuine care she had shown him in such a short amount of time, he really appreciated the comfort and she was more than willing to give it to him. As the night went on close to the morning hours they had gone quiet, Dew had shifted to lean against her shivering slightly in the cold night air. Watching the rain pour down though one of the large windows in the common room in peaceful silence until she heard small snores.

Looking down seeing he had fallen asleep on her shoulder she couldn’t help the fondness she had for the small ghoul already. Very careful of his wounds she lifted him carrying him back to his room, tucking him in and leaving some water and snacks on his bedside label. Whispering a small “Goodnight Dewbug..” as she closed the door behind her.

She’d gone back about midday to check on him, ending up bringing him some more food even after a few protests from him. Coming back after, he invited her to stay with him to watch a movie. She agreed, curious to what he would pick (it was scream). About half way in after he had finished eating she glanced over at him, seeing him messing with his knotted up hair she offered to fix it up , a little embarrassed he agreed mumbling something of “haven’t been able to brush it well..”

Cirrus just sushed him and went to her room grabbing a few things before settling behind him, taking her time carefully brushing every knot out, then putting it into a rather pretty braid so it wouldn’t be as easy to knot up again. When she had finished he ended up settling back against her, and they finished the movie like that. That became their routine for some time, Cirrus making him lunch while he picked out a movie for them, and once he was finished eating she would fix up his hair for him. This continued until healed up enough to do things freely again. Eventually they moved their movie night to the common room and inviting the others to join them and the weekly movie night was formed.

Since then they’ve grown closer. Cirrus urging him to open up at his own pace and offering up her own fair share of personal things. Over time they knew almost everything about each other, going to each other with any issues or gossip they wanted to get out.

Sodo did eventually open up about what the ritual did and maybe had a small breakdown while telling her. It was the first time he really said it out loud to anyone. Not needing to do so to Aether or Mountain they were there during it. She was right there with him the whole way, encouraging him to speak when he felt and made it very clear he didn’t have to tell her about any of it. It was a slow process, but he told her everything over about an hour of babbling and though he’ll deny it, quite a lot of sobbing from him. To say she was and still is ungodly amounts of pissed off at what Sister put him through is an understatement. Sodo may have had to talk her down from murdering her. So far she’s the only one to know of the newer ghouls.

Now a days though Sodo will just hang out in her room like it’s his own, going in there to nap or just to hang out. Parallel play a lot of the time when he’s bored or one of them needs to focus on a task, Cirrus reading or doing her hair, makeup routines or even abbey paperwork. While he’s on his phone, or trying to get a riff down that he just can’t seem to get right. They’re there for each other. She’ll randomly bust into his room to complain about something annoying her, and he’ll sit and listen to it, give advice if asked. In turn there’s been many nights he’s come into her room and shuffled his way into her bed after being woken up from a nightmare or just had a particularly bad day he’ll let himself in and flop face first into her bed with a loud dramatic groan. No matter what though he’s always welcomed with open arms and a soft “What’s going on Dewbug?” The nicknames become a comfort to him.

He knows he’s safe with her.

#dew ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop headcanons #ghost bc #ghost fanart #ghost fandom #ghost fanfiction #ghost sodo #sodomizer ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cirrus ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost ghoulettes #air ghoulette

[bug-ghouls-corner]

i had this idea of how Dew made his nest, so a ficlet for everyone under the cut :3

it got too long lol

Ghouls nests were important, used to help hold together the pack through a single person. they tended to be the oldest, or most protective ghouls out of the group.

Zephyr had the nest last, the entire pack built it from hand together as a bonding activity once they had their first tour. almost every night it was filled to the brim with purring ghouls as they would sleep and relish in each others company. With Terzo's death, and with Zephyr and Ifrit's banishment back to the pits they didn't have a nest.

Mountain, Aether and Dew managed to make do with what remained, creating temporary nests on the couch in the common room, and styling their beds to seem as one. it wasn't the same.

As Copia took charge and summoned new ghouls, it felt like a proper pack again. the Ghoulettes were asked if they wanted a nest, they all said no when asked to the rests surprise. The closeness between all of them holding no deniability for a wanted nest. All the ghouls still went and managed with sharing rooms and beds.

just with no nest.

Until one night, a night where Aether was up well past midnight reading he head a frantic tapping at his bedroom door. While he went up to answer it it opened by itself, Dew looked in at him, with his hair in a messy braid indicating he was sleeping earlier, but was seemingly interrupted. As Dew and Aether locked eye-contact, he inhaled and ran into Aether's arms.

"Aeth, I need help please help I-" Dew rambled on, anxiety scenting the air with the sharp tone of gasoline.

"hold on Dewbug, slow down, what's happening?" Aether interrupted, wrapping his arms around Dew and hugging tightly. As Dew looked up his eyes were glossy, Aether didn't know if it was because of emotions or exhaustion.

"Aeth, I- no it's dumb" Dew began talking down, but Aether gave him a stern glance and held his tighter.

"Aether I just- I want a nest," Dew stopped, as if saying it out loud convinced him also, " I want to make a nest." he smushed his face back into Aether's chest. Aether didn't know what to say, he was honestly surprised at this revelation. he let Dew guide him to the bed and lay down, though as Dew's breaths evened out Aether stayed awake, planning.

-

The next day, at sunrise Aether rushed to tell Mountain. As he told Mountain his plan, Aether had to stop him from crooning back to Dew, both moving to convince the rest of the pack to join in.

the plan went through in a landslide, even Copia managed to agree to it, though he didn't understand the initial meaning behind it it quickly became a plan of importance.

And Dew didn't know a thing.

around a week or so later the plan was almost complete, the nest almost complete in it's bare frame. all that simply mattered at that point was to reveal the surprise, Rain managed to drag Dewdrop out of the music room to the lake for a picnic. Mountain and Aether quickly moved to slip the wooden configuration into Dew's room, setting it by the foot of his bed.

The entire pack waited for hours with baited breath until Dewdrop returned.

The light giggling of Rain filtered through the door as it slowly opened, Dew peered in while entering, slightly taken aback at seeing his entire pack looking back at him.

"uh- hi?" he questioned, fully opening the door and swooping in as he made a beeline for his room. Rain joined them in the group as they watched his door be left slightly ajar, and listened as the movement stopped.

he found it then.

Dew exited his room again, the rest of them scrambling to appear as if they were busy. He stumbled into the doorway to the common room with a far-away look on his face, zeroing onto Aether with his face stuck in a book.

"Aeth" Dew ventured, cocking his hip to the side, " your book is upside down." he pointed out, still with the vague look in his eyes.

Aether looked down and confirmed, yes, it was the wrong way.

"huh, didn't notice..." he excused, looking up at Dew and locking in eye-contact. Dewdrop stood there for a second longer before launching himself at Aether, trapping him in a giant bear hug.

"thank you" Dew mumbled into Aether's chest, it was muffled, and quiet, but enough to be heard. The rest of the pack moved alongside as well, trapping Aether at the bottom of a giant group hug.

that night they all put together the nest, with Dew guiding everyone on what to place and where. and they ended the night piled into it, purring together

#ghost #the band ghost #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #i had to do this

[hypnoneghoul]

Mushy May Day 12. Lazy morning/sharing a bed - Swissraindrop + Delta

WC: 1195

A typical Swissraindrop family morning, featuring @gayrickgrimes's OC Delta.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Rain, Dew and Swiss waking up together was a routine of its own. It was always the same, for years now, since they first spent the night together. 

But, some things did require slight changes, now that Delta was here.

Swiss was always up first. 

Well, not technically up, as he did not ever move an inch. He was usually squished in the middle, more sitting against the headboard than laying, tons of pillows behind him, Rain glued tightly to his one side, with his face in Swiss’ neck, Dew to the other, lower. Their little kit was sprawled out on her Papa’s belly, nuzzled into it and Dew’s face resting there too, both of them having something for the multi ghoul’s tummy, her little tail wrapped around Rain’s wrist. He had his tail loosely hanging off the bed, Dew’s curled around Swiss’s leg and his around the water ghoul's waist.

Every time Swiss came to awareness in the morning his heart constricted in his chest, a sense of pride blooming there at the sight of his mates and kit comfortable in his arms. He couldn’t believe it every time, every day since Delta was there, over a year already. Even before her, he had the exact same thoughts, now just, hm, expanded.

How the hell did he get so fucking lucky?

Swiss then spent the rest of the time before either Dew, Rain or Delta would wake up just admiring them. Okay, more like staring, with a dumb grin plastered on his face, but still admiring his beautiful boys and their kit.

Rain woke up next. 

Where Swiss fully came back to himself in a few seconds, Rain took at least half an hour, and for Swiss, a sleepy dad Rain was one of the best types of Rain. So, he couldn’t help but be a bit excited when Rain mumbled something incoherent and started to move around.

“Good morning, Rainbow,” he leaned down to whisper into the water ghoul’s ear. Rain chirped happily in response at his mate’s voice being the first thing to hear at the start of a new day. He tightened his grip around Swiss momentarily, yawned and looked up. The multi ghoul giggled, seeing Rain’s unfocused and puffy eyes, his awful bedhead and stupid smile.

“Hi,” Rain purred, staring up at Swiss with so much affection in his gaze he could drown in it. Every fucking day.

“C’mere,” Swiss said softly, tapping Rain’s arm. The water ghoul yawned, awfully cute, and carefully scooted up, careful to not pull on Delta’s tail wrapped tightly around his wrist, sitting next to Swiss and leaning his head onto his mate’s shoulder. Swiss started up a slow rub of Rain’s back, chuckling, “look at them, so adorable”.

“Yeah,” Rain agreed, it was hard not to. Delta and Dew, sleeping, add to it, were no doubt the most endearing sight possible. “Looks like Papa was reduced to a pillow, though.”

“I’m not complaining,” Swiss laughed, careful not to engage his belly, as to not disturb the still sleeping ghouls. He pointed at Rain’s captured wrist, “well, I see that Dad was reduced to being a prisoner.”

“Not complaining either,” the water ghoul sighed, moving his own tail to rub his kit’s back. Silence fell then, interrupted only by a sleepy chirp or purr from either Dew or Delta, making the other two ghouls melt in adoration.

Soon enough, when the sun was already high enough in the sky that it started peaking through their heavy curtains, illuminating Dew’s golden locks and tiny fins on Delta’s tail, the fire ghoul started to stir. He nudged his kit with his nose, affectionately, before opening his eyes and straightening up.

“Hello, sleepyhead,” Swiss purred.

“Hi,” Dew replied, mirroring Rain’s earlier response to the multi ghoul’s greeting, stretching his arms above his head. “Hi, Rainy.”

“Hey, Dewbug,” he leaned over Swiss to place a soft kiss on Dew’s lips, the other chirping content.

“Hey!” Swiss exclaimed, pouting. “Why didn’t I get a kiss?”

Rain and Dew looked at each other, rolling their eyes, to then press their lips on either side of Swiss’ face, making him let out a purr, deep from his chest. To all of their surprises, their little kit kicked up a vibrating purr of her own, nuzzling deeper into Swiss’ belly, fisting his shirt with both her hands and drooling a bit onto it.

“How is this kit so perfect?” Rain sighed.

“Because she’s ours,” Swiss giggled. “Obviously.”

“Always humble, aren’t you?” Dew teased, shoving his face into his neck.

“Well, you know me. But I wouldn’t be so sure if she was only mine, but you two? Nothing not-perfect could be created by you,” they all chuckled quietly, holding each other close, silent again, now admiring their kit together. Dew and Rain nearly dozed off again, before Delta finally showed some signs of planning to wake up.

Ah, there was one more part of their morning routine.

The little multi ghoul started to shift, loosening her tail’s grip on Rain’s wrist, and sleepily blinked, yawning. She looked very much like her Dad when she did it, Swiss noted. Soon, Delta fully sat up, looking around almost confusedly, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

“Papa!” she exclaimed, giggling, once her gaze settled on Swiss’ face.

"Hi, baby," the multi ghoul cooed, squeezing Dew and Rain’s shoulders. “Ha! I win again, boys!"

“It’s not fair,” Dew grumbled. “How is it that she always cheers up to him first?”

“No idea,” Rain shrugged, petting the fire ghoul’s head as if consoling him.

“Maybe I’m just her favourite parent?” Swiss laughed, a proud smile on his face, as Delta started crawling up his torso, elbowing him everywhere just a bit.

“We’re gonna wait until she talks more to make sure, thank you very much,” Dew protested, making Rain barely hold back a laugh. Well, Dew wasn’t really upset, but this kit did cost him a lot, mentally and physically. Not that he would ever regret, absolutely not. Delta was the best thing that could’ve happened to all of them, apart from each other.

Their kit curled up in a tight ball just under Swiss’ chin, much like a cat, or Dew if he was even smaller, would, her tail wandering into her mouth, apparently not really wanting to get up yet. Dew and Rain placed their arms across the multi ghoul’s chest, to cage Delta in, everyone having a point of contact with everyone. One by one they started kicking up purrs, turning their room into a helicopter hangar, and not so long after even Swiss was back asleep.

Some time later Aether quietly walked into their room, as the three ghouls and their kit were very much late for breakfast. The sight he was met up with made his chest ache in the best way possible, a large grin splitting his face. He filled a glass of water that was on their bedside table, fixed the curtains so less sun would break its way into the room, and left. Well, not before taking a few pictures, for the rest of the pack to swoon over, of course.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mushy may #fluff #fanfiction #nameless ghouls

[endlessraine]

A NEW FIC?

Title - Maybe it's time to say goodbye

Word count - 859

Summary - Aether is moving to a new church, Dewdrop doesn't know how to feel. And that's ok.

Read below or here on Ao3

Dewdrop knew it was coming, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Aether had been packing up for a few weeks, all his things in boxes ready to leave.

Aether had told all of them that he was going to another church to work, everyone was upset of course but Dew had been destroyed . He was sad, confused, and most of all furious he hadn’t even found out through Aether. It had been through Mountian. Aether hadn’t even fucking bothered to tell him.

That’s how this all started, Dewdrop was hiding away in his room until Aether left. He thought that maybe if he distanced himself it would hurt less, he’d be able to ignore the feeling of a hole in his chest. He was curled up in his bed, sheets messily thrown on top of himself when there was a soft knock on the door. “Dew?” Rain called out before slowly opening the door, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness of Dewdrop's room.

The water ghoul made his way over to Dew’s bed, sitting on the edge and resting a hand on Dewdrop's leg.

“Listen…I know you’re upset, but Aether’s leaving today. Don’t you want to say goodbye?” Raine asked, rubbing Dewdrop's leg softly.

Dewdrop just grumbled as he sat up, he looked awful. His hair was a mess, and he just looked exhausted. “It won’t do anything. He didn’t even tell me he was leaving.” Dewdrop said, his voice sounding hateful.

He wanted to say he hated Aether, he was glad he was leaving and just to express his anger but he couldn’t. Because none of it was true. He loved Aether, and he wasn’t ready for him to leave.

It’s not that it came as a shock, Everyone he loved did eventually. First, it was Alpha, then Ifrit, then Omega, then Zyphr, Fuck even cowbell. No one ever stayed. The only thing they all did was promise, they all promised they would stay. That they would be here for him. 

So he let them, he let them in. He let them care, he let them love, he let them say how much they wanted him. And all for what?

Rain sighed at Dewdrop's response “I know dewbug… but it might be good closure. To say Goodbye, see him one last time.” Rain said with a soft smile.

After a few more minutes of convincing Dew finally agreed to come down to the common room to see Aether off.

The fire ghoul couldn’t help the pit forming in his stomach, he really wanted this all to be a bad dream. Something he could wake up from and have Aether there to put him back together again.

As Dewdrop and Rain reached the common room Dew thought he might be sick, seeing Aether again after avoiding him for weeks just to see him leave. He had wanted to avoid this, avoid this feeling of dread that had been building up.

He hated this, he hated that someone had managed to get him to care this much.

The ghouls made their rounds, giving hugs and saying their goodbyes. Until no one but Dew was left.

“Dewdrop listen I-” Aether began to say before he was abruptly cut off but Dewdrop wrapped his arms tightly around him.

“Please don’t go, You promised” The fire ghoul whispered into Aether's chest.

Aether wrapped his arms around Dewdrop's torso, holding the smaller ghoul.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t even tell you myself. I didn’t want to see the look on your face when you found out.” Aether said, guilt seeping into his voice as the two ghouls stood there in each other's embrace.

Dewdrop was the first to pull away, his eyes brimming with tears that Aether brushed away with the pads of his thumbs. “This isn’t a goodbye, it’s a see you another time. I will find you in every life Dew, you’re my light. My Firefly.” Aether said, pressing a soft kiss to the fire ghoul's hands before pressing one to his lips.

Dew’s lip trembled as he tried to hold himself together, looking Aether in his eyes. 

“Promise? I mean Really promise?” Dewdrop said tentatively.

The question made Aether crack a small smile, He brushed a fallen hair out of Dew’s face before speaking again.

“I promise. Nothing could keep me from coming back to you” Aether said, slowly pulling his hands away from Dewdrop. “You are going to do amazing things, I just know it.” The quintessence ghoul declared before stepping away.

Aether said his final goodbyes before leaving, all of the ghouls standing together and watching as he made his leave.

Dewdrop came to the decision he was happy he let him go, that he said goodbye. Yeah, it would hurt for a while, but then it would get better. He’d figure things out, and he’d push himself to always improve, for Aether. 

It wasn’t the ending he wanted for them, but it’s what he got, and he was ok with that. It was for the best.

And sometimes the best endings are the ones that hurt the most.

[ghostiebeech]

Mushy May Day 5 (Cowbell Centered Fics): Personal Care

This is a day late and kinda not personal care, but personal care is mentioned.  Just a short drabble because I couldn’t think of anything.  

Rating: General

Pairing: A little Dew/Cowbell mostly pack love (kinda)

Word Count: ~200

Summary: Cowbell and Dewdrop’s self care night does not go as planned.

“I AM BLUE.”  The pack were sitting together in the common room, when a distraught Dewdrop staged into the room followed by a smiling Cowbell.  

“Honeydew, what happened?”

“This little beast brought me a new lotion to try for our weekly self care day and the nest htignk I know I am fucking blue!”

Cowbell let out an indignant squawk.

“Don’t you sass me, bitch, this is all your fault.”

Cowbell let out a series of chitters and hisses roughly translated to, Don’t you bitch me, bitch, you asked for it followed by pointing an accusatory claw at Mountain.  

“Hey! I told you to always do a test patch for new skin products, Bluebell.”

Cowbell points another claw at Dew in a I did test it, dummy motion.  

The pack was watching the gremlins’ exchange like a tennis match, some i.e. Swiss barely containing their laughter.  

“I am not your test dummy!” Dewdrop huffed, plopping themselves down onto Aether’s lap with a pout. “This little shit comes up to me with a new lotion they got from Mountain.  I’m like ‘hell yeah’ I love Mounty’s stuff.  This isn’t anything new, we do self care on Sundays every week.  So I put on this lotion.  It smells nice, feels nice, whatever.  After a while I start feeling myself and Cowbell is looking pretty so I reach over to cop a feel and I see my hand is blue!”

Cowbell bursts into a fit of giggles.

Sunshine chimes in, “Oh it’s like that movie!  The bad guy turns blue and-” 

“I AM BLUE.  This is not funny!”  

Mountain tries to reassure Dew between fits of laughter, “It’s going to be okay Dewbug, it’ll wash off in no time.”  

“This is not funny! This is not self care! I do not feel cared for! I feel blue!”

“Big Fat Liar, that’s the movie…”

“Wait, Bluebell, didn’t you use any lotion? Why aren’t you blue?”

To that Cowbell lifts up his shirt to reveal a blue test patch on his belly.

The cacophony of screaming, talking over each other, and laughter continues until somebody starts playing “Hungry like the Wolf” from their phone.  

Author’s bs: did you ever see that movie? I always thought the scene where the guy turns blue was so scary when I was little lmao

#cowbell ghoul #the band ghost #mushy may

[littlehypnone]

My brain said 'you need fluff' so here I am lol

I saw that your requests are open and wanted to possibly request a bit of sick little Dew and Swiss bc Aether is away or too busy?

Please and thank you 💜

480 words, tiny dew, cg swiss, sick dew using nebulizer, but there's only mentions of him being upset, in general hes happy

It’s rare that Dewdrop—or any of the ghouls, really—gets sick, and even rarer that Aether isn’t with him, then. Unfortunately, this time the quintessence ghoul was away. Dewdrop wasn’t very happy about that when big, but when he went all tiny out of sick exhaustion he was incredibly fussy. So sad that Swiss’ heart nearly broke in half a few times.

The multi ghoul had been taking care of him most of the last days, his warmth, quintessence and charming personality made him the best match for the sick baby when Aether wasn’t there. Now the two of them were cooking. Well, Swiss was, of course, but Dewdrop was truly the best little helper.

“S’ummy, pepr!” he made sure the multi ghoul wouldn’t forget the peppers that waited in the sink. Dewdrop was slung across Swiss’ back, chin hooked over his shoulder as he pointed at various ingredients.

“I remember, Dewbug, don’t you worry,” he assured, chuckling. They continued on like that for some time, until the dinner was mostly ready. At some point when the multi ghoul was cleaning the kitchen up, Dewdrop started coughing and sneezing into his ear. “Oh, baby, need a break, hm? Let’s go, then.”

Swiss made sure nothing would burn once they were out of the kitchen and left to the common room, settling down onto a couch with Dewdrop bundled up in his blanket in his lap. He wasn’t too happy about the nebulizer mask Swiss put on him, or the noise and feeling in general, but the multi ghoul was a professional in distracting him.

“Look, little gremlin,” he said, showing him something on his phone. “Looks like you.”

“No! Me no!” Dewdrop protested through the mask, even though he giggled. What Swiss showed him was an actual gremlin, from the Gremlins movie. The cuter version, of course.

“Yes you are! Cute, but still a monster,” Swiss laughed, poking him in the chest playfully.

“S’ummy mon’ter,” the little ghoul announced, furrowing his brows.

“I’m a monster!?” he gasped dramatically. “Maybe, but I’m not a normal monster, Dewbug.”

“Mon’ter!”

“I’m a cuddle monster!” Swiss growled and bared his teeth playfully, before bending down to nuzzle his face into Dewdrop’s side as he squeezed him in a hug.

The little fire ghoul laughed loudly, batting his hands at Swiss in a faux protest. “Mon’ter no!”

“Monster yes!” Swiss laughed and pretended to chew at Dewdrop’s arm. He giggled, snapping his own teeth. It made his mask slip a bit, but Swiss would take that over him being all upset about the whole thing.

They went on like that, until the treatment was done, just in time to check on the food in the kitchen. Soon, the pack would gather for dinner and after it, it would be time for Dewdrop’s nap. He’d sprawl out on top of his cuddle monster and fall asleep purring away. 

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little dewdrop #cg swiss

[fourlittleocto]

i'm really bad at headcanons in general so i'm sorry if these are not good, but thank you for the ask! also with midterms i've been super busy so i hope everyone can keep being patient with me, i promise i am working on asks it just might be another week <3

starting with some cute ones (thank you @pyrefection)

dew loves to rub soft stuff on his face. if the closest soft thing happens to be a person, so be it. he doesn't want them to touch him, just let him hold their hand and rub it over his face. this always somehow turns into their fingers in his mouth, since they're softer and nicer than his

with that thought, even though he doesn't need to teethe he still wants to stick everything in his mouth, just to see what it's like. some sort of instinct. however his fear of getting in trouble trumps this need, which means he'll spend way longer than most cgs have patience for crawling over to objects that look good, holding them up, and then pouting when he's told no, he can't put that in his mouth until it either has to be pried out of his weirdly strong grip or mountain (because let's be honest he thinks this is adorable and is the only one who actually tolerates it) gives in and let's him put it in his mouth "but just once dewbug!" it's better that he's doing this when someone's watching anyway, and then he'll never need to try again

dew loves to draw and hates coloring. he doesn't like that he can't control his hands enough to keep it in the lines, especially since little rain is a little ocd and always gives him judgemental stares when they color together. he loves to draw though, and even though they're usually just colorful squiggles aurora (his new favorite caregiver) has taught him how to draw some shapes and to associate certain colors with certain emotions, so he feels like he can communicate when he's drawing and it's really relaxing to his troubled brain

i also love moonbeam's hc that tiny dew loves to clap. it's a movement that's easy, and it's small and loud just like he is, and he knows how to clap sarcastically to get a laugh. whenever anyone in the pack does something stupid he claps and giggles, and it sends aurora into a laughing fit every time.

i put some stuff about dew's childhood/regression under the cut cause it's a little heavy/sad so feel free to skip it

just as background, i think dew goes really small, like usually he can't walk or talk but sometimes he can get as big as 3, where he's toddling, but even then he can't talk cause as a child his parents refused to talk to him so he didn't learn to until he was interacting with other kits. It's part of why now he's really slow at reading and gets frustrated when he has to describe something cause words just don't come easily to him. it's also the reason that when he's tiny he likes to hide, he doesn't want anyone to see him so vulnerable so they can't use it against him. (however, this has made him incredible at hide and seek. one of the older littles or aurora will hold him and follow where he points and they always win)

he also can't drop on purpose, it's entirely trauma/stimuli-based. i definitely think it's something that started for him after the elemental change, but no one except mountain knew about it until aurora was summoned. She mothered him about his attitude while he was big enough times that one night, while in the middle of a bad flashback, he babbled something just coherent enough for mountain to know he was asking for her, so now they trade off taking care of him and know who he needs based on what happened/what kind of mood he's in (it's always bad, but sometimes it's MUCH WORSE than others, and aurora has to take him when he's specifically having elemental change flashbacks cause mountain still has too much attachment to the events and they trigger flashbacks for him too)

either way, since aurora has joined the pack she's helped dew not feel so scared about being small, to the point where even if he can't be with a group of adults, he's able to sit with her and watch little rain and phantom and cumulus play. she's also slowly teaching him to do things that 1 to 2-year-olds are supposed to be able to do, and it's helped him feel like he has a lot of control over it even if he still can't control the action of his mind dropping.

#regressed ghouls #octo sfw #dewdrop ghoul #little dew #ghost headcanons