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chapel-of-rizztual · 8 months

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hi please feel free to ignore this but ive been having a rough time and would adore some regressor phantom hurt/comfort. maybe little guy bends too far on stage and hurts himself or something, idk just so long as their comfort ❤️

He was so desperate to impress Dew that when Dew has pointed the floor, expecting him to drop to his knees before him, he had done, no questions asked. The problem was it was outdoor venue. And it was raining. Just as he was bending backwards to get his head to hit the floor behind him, his knee slipped, causing his back to jolt.

Immediately he felt pain spark all the way up his spine and down to the bottom of his back. He let out a whine, hoping Dew didn’t hear him, and he gently bent himself back up into a upright position. More pain bloomed under his skin as he did, he felt it wrap around his spine and constrict.

He played as usual, not wanting anyone to guess something was wrong. The pain was bad, each step he took make it worse. By the end of the show he’s limping, his head is spinning with the fuzzy feeling he gets when he feels small. During final bows he’s next to Rain, and he squeezes the water ghouls hand tightly, feeling like he’ll topple over if he doesn’t. Rain gives him a look, even under his mask Phantom can feel it, it’s like Rain knows.

He lets Rain pull him off stage, whimpering as soon as they’re hidden backstage, feeling tears fall down his cheek behind his mask.

“H-hurts, Rainy. Hurts.”

Rain pulls him into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him.

“I know, baby. I saw what happened.”

He undoes Phantom’s helmet, pulling off his head, cooing as he does.

“Oh, there’s no need to tears, babyboy.”

Phantom sniffles, a new batch of tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Hurts so badly, Rainy. I don’t-I can’t-“

He’s cut off by a sob wracking thought him.

“Please help me. Make the hurt stop.” His bottom lip wobbles.

Rain brushes the tears on his cheeks away with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles on his cheek.

“I’ve got you, baby. Gunna look after you, make you feel better.”

Rain very carefully peels Phantom’s shirt off. Phantom whimpers the whole time, his eyes screwing shut as he sobs out again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling. But we have to get it off to help you.”

Phantom whimpers again, his eyes still screwed shut, shaking his head.

Rain coos at him again, finally pulling shirt off him,

“Being so good for me, baby. So brave for me.”

Phantom perks up a little at the praise, letting out a little chirp at the praise.

Before any of them can say anything, the dressing room door opens and Dew walks in. He’s changed from his stage uniform, wearing black sweatpants and no shirt, his hair down from its braid, the black stage makeup still smudged around his eyes and mouth.

“How bad is it? I saw his leg slip, it can’t be good, right?”

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Rain rubs at Phantom’s belly in a confronting way. “I think he’s just pulled a muscle, I don’t think there’s any bruising or swelling.”

Dew checks over Phantom’s back, humming in agreement with Rain.

“No swelling or bruising.” He presses carefully at a couple of different spots on Phantom’s back, making him hiss out at one particular spot at the bottom of his spine. “Hurts there, little one?”

Phantom nods, pouting at Dew with wet eyes.

“Hurts, Dewy.”

Dew pouts back at him.

“I bet, sweetheart.” He ruffles Phantom’s hair. “Do you want me and Rainy to make it better?” Phantom nods, still pouting, but the tears have slowed. Dew presses a little kiss to the bottom of his back. “Come lie down on the sofa with us, baby.” Rain manoeuvres Phantom so he's led in between Himself and Dew, his back to Dew. Phantom buries his face in Rains neck, still whimpering slightly. Phantom let’s out a small gasp feeling Dew get increasingly more warm behind him, making both ghouls giggle at him. “You like that, little one?” Dew noses at his shoulders, his hand wiggling between Phantom and Rains belly’s to rub at Phantom's.

Phantom gives a little wiggle and a chirp.

“Feels nice. Warm.”

Rain presses a kiss to the top of his head, intwining his hand with Dew’s other hand, taking one of Phantom's in his other.

“Dewy making you feel better?”

Phantom hums, snuggling him deeper into both of them.

“We’ve got some time before we have to be on the bus, why don’t have a nap, baby? We’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” Dew presses a kiss to the back of his head.

Phantom fidgets a little, letting out another little whine.

“Tail?”

Rain huff a laugh, bringing the spade of his tail up to Phantom’s lips. Phantom parts his lips, accepting Rain’s in his mouth, sucking gently at the spade.

Dew let’s out a little giggle at him.

“That better?”

Phantom nods, his eyes finally slipping closed.

Somehow the other two end up falling asleep, the rhythmic breathing of Phantom slowly pulling them onto a peaceful sleep.

That’s how Copia finds them, tangled up on the dressing sofa, fast asleep. They’d been waiting on the bus for them for an hour before he set off looking for them, hoping and praying that they hadn’t left the venue on their own.

He runs a hand through Phantom’s hair, watching as the small ghoul twitches in his sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Hi there, little one.” Phantom blinks bleary eyed at him, sucking on the tail that’s still in his mouth.

Copia runs a finger down his cheek.

“What’ve you got there?”

Phantom's eyes flicker to Rain.

“Oh, you’ve got Rainy’s tail?”

Phantom gives a small squeak and nod, sucking a little harder on the tail. Copia smiles sweetly down at him.

“Yeah? That’s nice of him, hmm?”

Phantom nods again, feeling a little more awake now.

“Do you think you three could continue your cuddle pile on the bus? We’ve been looking for you all.”

He tickles under Phantom's chin, making the small ghoul squeal and squirm.

The other two wake up at the noise and motion and grin sheepishly up at Copia, hoping the man won’t be too mad at them for making them a little behind schedule. He’s not, he would never be, especially the sight of them all cuddled up is so cute.

On the bus, Phantom forgets all about his back, especially when he’s pulled into the middle of a cuddle pile including everyone. He happily laps up all the attention and cuddles, a goofy smile of his face and a loud purr rumbling though his chest.

#Thank you for the ask 🖤#not edited if you see a mistake no you didn’t #the band ghost #ficlet #regressed ghouls #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #nameless ghouls #My writing

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sodoshame · 7 months

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Hi I’ve been seeing your regressed ghouls for a while and wanted to make a request! Could you maybe do regressed ghoul!reader and Mountain. Mountain calls reader bug! 🫶🏽

Hi anon! Absolutely! I hope this is what you’re after! I wrote this super fast on my phone so I apologise in advance lol

Regressed Ghoul!Reader + Caregiver!Mountain

Notes: Completely SFW of course, Gender neutral reader.

Tenderness.

You woke up feeling different this morning. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was exactly, you just knew that your head felt fuzzy. Swinging your legs over the edge of your bed, you frowned. Something didn’t feel right; your head felt fuzzy and your body felt too big and clumsy. Carefully, you stand up on wobbly legs and make your way out of your room and to the common room as you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

Looking around the common room, you could see Rain, Dew and Swiss cuddled up on the couch. You suddenly jump, feeling a hand on your shoulder; looking up, you see Mountain smiling down at you.

“Hey, Y/N. You okay?” He asks, his voice gentle.

You think for a minute, but you’re struggling to form words and the tears in your eyes spill over. Mountain’s smile falters and he’s immediately wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back.

“What’s wrong, honey?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.

“F-feel.. wrong. Fuzzy. B-bad.” You manage to stutter out. Your voice doesn’t come out like you want it to; you stumble over the simple words, struggling to pronounce them.

Mountain seems to catch on immediately, just from the tone of your voice. He puts his hands under your arms and lifts you up with ease, resting you on his hip as he puts one arm under you to support you.

“Oh, bug. You feelin’ small?” He asks, moving to the armchair and sitting down with you on his lap.

You bury your face into his shoulder and start sobbing, your entire body trembling.

“D-don’t like it, Mounty. F-feels weird.” You stutter in between sobs. Mountain sighs and wraps his arms around you tightly, bringing his hand up to gently stroke through your hair.

“Shh, shh, shh. You’re okay, baby bug. Can you take some deep breaths for me?” He shushes softly, continuing to hold you.

You try your best to do as he says, taking in deep breaths and then slowly exhaling. After a while, you feel yourself start to calm down and you snuggle up more into Mountain’s embrace, nuzzling your face to his neck.

“That’s it, bug. You’re doing so well.” He praises, kissing your forehead softly.

“Don’t feel right, Mounty…” You mumble against his neck.

“I know, baby bug. Your head feels fuzzy? It’s okay, bug. You feel little, huh?” He says, his voice sweet and caring.

“Mhm… feel… little. Head not working right.” You mumble, still struggling with your pronunciation. You bring your tail up to your face, putting the spade into mouth. It feels… soothing, almost.

“Well, that’s okay, bug. It happens sometimes. Nothing to be scared of, okay? You’ve seen it happen to Dew before, haven’t you? And Rain?” Mountain reassures, still running his fingers through your hair.

“Mhm… Dewy and Rainy go little? They feel like this too?” You question, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“They certainly do, baby bug. It’s nothing unusual or scary, sweetheart. It just means you need a little extra help right now, okay?” He smiles, looking down at you with a kind smile as he strokes your hair away from your face.

You nod, suckling on the spade of your tail as you look up at him with glassy eyes.

“You’re okay, bug. I’ve got you. Maybe Rain or Dew will let you play with some of their toys, huh? How does that sound?” He coos, softly stroking your cheek.

“Maybe… Not now. Want you now, Mounty.” You mumble, your tail muffling your voice.

“Got it, play later. For now, I’ll just hold you, hm?” He smiles sweetly down at you.

You nod, letting out a little happy chirp as you nuzzle your face back to his neck. Mountain chuckles and wraps his arms firmly around you, cradling you against his large frame.

“Such a sweet little thing, aren’t you, bug?” He coos, stroking your hair softly.

#ghost #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #nameless ghoul x reader #mountain ghoul x reader #mountain ghoul #mountain comfort #mountain ghoul comfort #mountain ghoul x regressed reader #regressed ghouls #regressed reader #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #dew ghoul

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jesusbutbetterrr · 6 months

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little Phantom loves his vocal stims

His favorite one is growling, so he'll just sit there peacefully growling at a pile of legos as he's building them

#regressed ghouls #phantom ghoul

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ghostieagere · 5 months

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this is partially inspired by @tinymoon-beam's regressed french rain ficlet (as well as all her other french rain fics !!!) so please go check those out, she's a really incredible writer <3

also just a general disclaimer that french is not my first language, i am very much still learning !!! some of the weird grammar/spelling things are to mirror the way i write the english-speaking regressed ghouls, but if you spot any other mistakes then i welcome gentle corrections <3

cw: regressed rain, regressed aeon, caregiver dewdrop, french rain, language confusion, rain not understanding english, aeon not understanding french, multilingual dew, a few tears of frustration but it's all okay in the end

“Arrête!” (Stop!) Rain’s raised voice catches Dew’s attention. He looks up from his book to see Aeon giggling as they nudge their finger against Rain’s tower of blocks. The tower wobbles as Aeon nudges it again, threatening to fall.

“Arrête, arrête!” (Stop, stop!) Rain cries again, trying to push Aeon away and save his tower.

Dew puts his book down. “Aeon, bubs?” The little quintessence ghoul looks up at the sound of their name. “I don’t think Rainy likes you messing with his tower, okay? He’s telling you to stop.”

Aeon pouts. “If I don’ un’ers’and him, how ‘m I supposed to know?” Their question prompts the both of them to look over at the little water ghoul, his gaze shifting between them, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Je compren’ pas, Papa,” (I don't understand, papa) he says, voice small as tears well in his eyes.

Dew stands from the couch and makes his way over to the two little ghouls on the floor. He crouches in front of Rain and holds his hands out near his face, letting Rain lean into his touch on his own time. When he does, Dew smooths his thumbs over Rain’s cheeks, wiping away the single tear that fell in his confusion. “Ça va, mon cœur?” (Are you alright, my heart?)

Rain nods. “Ouais, ça va.” (Yeah, i'm okay) He sniffles as he speaks, but with Dew’s warm hands on his face wicking away the sadness, he seems to be feeling a lot better.

Across the other side of the block tower, Aeon whines. “I don’ un’ers’and, Dada.” Dew has to bite back a smile at how similar Rain and Aeon are, even if neither of them are quite aware of it at the moment.

He walks around to the other side of the tower and sits next to Aeon, holding out his hand for the little quintessence ghoul to take a hold of if they want. “You don’t have to understand, little star,” he reminds them. “You just have to–”

“I jus’ have to be kiiiiiiind,” they finish for him, drawing out the ‘i’ in ‘kind’ as they struggle to pronounce it.

Dew smiles widely. “That’s exactly right, Ae! Such a good memory you’ve got there, bub. Well done.”

Aeon grins back up at Dew, beginning to rock side to side in happiness from the praise as they turn their attention away from Dew and Rain and back to their own pile of blocks in front of them.

Once Dew is sure Aeon is completely absorbed in their play, he turns back to Rain, finding the water ghoul looking completely lost by the lack of French all over again. “Rain, t’as compris?” (Rain, did you understand?)

Rain looks over at Dew and shakes his head. “Non, j’ai pas compris. Desolé…” (No, I didn't understand. Sorry...) He looks back down at the ground, embarrassed.

“Non, non, mon cœur,” (No, no, my heart) Dew consoles him, holding his arms out in an offer for Rain to crawl over to him and be held. “C’est pas grave.” (It's not serious) They both hum happily as Rain settles himself in Dew’s lap, rubbing his cheek against the fire ghoul’s shirt and purring contentedly at the warmth of Dew’s body heat. “J’ai dit à Aeon qu’iel devait être gentil avec tu et ton tour,” (I told Aeon that they needed to be kind with you and your tower) he explains, smiling when he feels Rain smile against him as he understands the words Dew is saying. Dew continues to explain what he said to Aeon about understanding and being kind, and when he asks the same question of Rain, he gets a very enthusiastic “Je dois être gentiiiiiiil” (I need to be kiiiiiiiind) in response, the little water ghoul dragging out the ‘i’ in the exact same way as Aeon did.

“Très bien, Rainy,” (Very good, Rainy) Dew encourages. “C’était parfait!’ (That was perfect!)

Rain giggles softly and claps his hands as well as he can while he’s squished up against Dew’s chest.

“Est-ce que tu veux jouer avec Aeon maintenant? Ou tu veux rester là pour le moment?” (Do you want to play with Aeon now? Or do you want to stay here for the moment?)

Rain hums while he thinks through his choices. Dew can practically guess what the little water ghoul is thinking. If he plays with Aeon, they can make more block towers together and it’ll be tricky to understand each other, but it will still be so much fun. Or if he stays with Dew, he’ll be comfy and cosy with his Papa, but he won’t get to play with his friend. After a long while, Rain buries his face further into Dew’s shirt. “Là,” (Here) he says, voice muffled in the fabric.

“Tu restes là?” (You want to stay here?)

Rain nods.

“D’accord, bon choix, mon petit chou.” (Okay, good choice, my little darling) Dew rubs Rain’s back comfortingly as he speaks, watching Aeon over the little water ghoul’s head. They seem more than happy playing with their block and chatting away to themselves for the moment, but regardless, Dew’s glad Rain’s made the choice to stay with him because it means he’ll be able to interact with Aeon much more easily if they come to ask him something.

“Et– Et– Et après,” (And– And– And after) Rain starts, looking up at Dew with big, hopeful eyes. “Après, p– peut-être que je peux jouer avec Aeon?” (After, m– maybe I can play with Aeon?)

Dew nods down at them enthusiastically and feels his smile widen at the idea of his two little ones playing together without conflict. “Ouais, bien sûr, Rain.” (Yeah, of course, Rain)

The little water ghoul wriggles happily in his lap, letting out a very, very quiet “Youpi!” (Yippee!)

At the quiet celebration, Aeon looks up from their stack of blocks. “Wha’s happening, Dada? Why Rainy so happy?” They ask earnestly.

Dew redirects his attention to Aeon and quickly gives them a recap of the conversation in English. “Rain is going to stay here in my lap for a bit, and afterwards, he thinks he might come and play with you and the blocks again, okay?”

Aeon gasps, mouth wide open and eyes practically shining in excitement when they hear their playmate might be joining them again soon. “Rainy gonna come an’ pray again?”

“Yeah, bubba!” Dew responds, grinning. “Rainy might come and play with you soon!”

“Yippee!” Aeon shouts, giggling and smiling widely. “I like prayin’ wif Rainy.”

Dew watches them play for a few more moments before turning back down to the little water ghoul in his lap. “Tu as entendu ça, Rainy?” (Did you hear that, Rainy?) Dew asks, leaning down to talk directly into Rain’s ear. “Iel aime bien jouer avec toi.” (They really like playing with you)

It takes a while for Rain to reply, which makes Dew think he might be close to falling asleep if he hasn’t already, but eventually, Rain responds very quietly, his sleep-laced words muffled against Dew’s shirt. “J'aime bien jouer avec toi aussi, Aeon…” (I really like playing with you too, Aeon...)

#even though its short this has been in the works for a couple weeks so i hope you all like it :3 #also. “iel” as a gender neutral pronoun is kind of a heavily debated thing in french so it's not technically correct french but oh well #regressed ghouls #rain ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #<- for tagging purposes #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghostie writes

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cynoisms · 5 months

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regressed ghouls but they actually turn back into kits is my favorite thing to ponder about.

like tell me you wouldnt want to see 5-6 year old rain running around with his toys

and phantom in his terrible tots following rain around like a little puppy (aka the copy cat sibling) ???

#phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #tommys rambling #ghost bc #ghost band #nameless ghoul headcanons #ghost headcanons #regressed ghouls

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fourlittleocto · 6 months

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I had a thought that the first time Phantom went little, they didn't really have control of their magic and actually turned little. Some of this I wrote while I was little so I'm not sure it makes any sense, but I don't thank anyone will see it anyway so.

almost 3k under the cut, mentions of food, and Phantom has some flashbacks

I guess it helps to know that big Phantom uses primarily He/Him, and little Phantom uses They/Them, and that Phantom was the runt of his litter.

Phantom was already worried. About everything, to be entirely honest, but today it was even more present. With the tour looming over his head and the ministry threatening to send him back to the pits when he messes up, it's hard for him to find a moment of real peace. His only anchor so far has been his new pack. Well, it's his first and only pack, since quintessence ghouls tended to be pretty solitary in the pits. He’s grateful to have a pack at all, and to be summoned into one that's so loving and supportive is some kind of unholy miracle.

He was on his way back from another unproductive meeting with Sister Imperator that was just an excuse to scare him into submission. It didn't really make him want to please her more though. All he wanted to do was be swallowed back up from the pits, because no matter how bad it was down there, at least his every move wasn't being watched and criticized.

He shakes out his body, like a dog trying to dry itself off, to work out the stress. On the bright side he didn't have to talk to her for another week, and he’s on his way back for some comfort cuddles from his packmates.

He pushes open the door to find Rain on the couch playing video games. Dew and Swiss are having a hushed conversation in the kitchen. He wants to bother Swiss for his attention, but he doesn't want to interrupt the obviously private conversation, so he settles for dropping onto the couch next to the water ghoul. Rain takes his eyes off the screen to smile at Phantom. He winds their tails together. Phantom traps the soft, seaweed-like tip of Rain's tail to rub between his fingers while he watches him play.

When Rain dies, he turns off the game and sets down his control. A faint purr rumbles through Phantom’s chest already. He jumps into Rain’s arms when they open, pulling him close to Rain’s chest and scratching lightly across his scalp.

Both of their heads poke over the top of the couch when Dew pushes back into the common room with a huff.

“Of course you put down your game for him,” Dew snarls under his breath, but he doesn’t put any effort into actually keeping it there, and both ghouls on the couch hear it. Phantom pins his ears to his head and tries to hide in Rain’s shirt with a whine.

“Dew,” Swiss warns, but it’s already too late. Rain’s tail is starting to puff up between his fingers. The light purr in his chest drops into a growl, and instead of comforting Phantom when he squeaks he sits up and pushes the quint ghoul to the other side of the couch, left to curl his tail around himself protectively.

“I’m not ignoring you! If you asked nicely instead of acting like a child about it you could be over here with us too.” Rain bites back. He rolls his eyes at the fire ghoul. He seems to care less about this fight than Phantom does, who’s watching like the most morbid tennis match with wide eyes. His tail taps at his lips, but he holds it in his hand. He’s not a kit anymore and doesn’t need to suck on his tail to feel better, no matter how much he actually wants to.

“I don’t want to share you with him!” Dew yells. The blood pounding in Phantom’s ears makes it hard to be sure if Dew meant to emphasize share or him, but his body is in full fight or flight mode and he doesn’t think he can stay to find out.

He moves so quickly he almost falls face first off the couch. His legs feel shaky, like they’re not really his, but he pushes through with the promise of the safety of his room. The door knob is a struggle too. He slams the door closed harder than he means to, which sends another jolt of panic through his system. He feels like he’s freezing but he won’t stop sweating, and the afternoon light pouring in makes his head pound. He buries himself under his covers and presses his hands into his ears in hopes that the screaming will stop.

It’s no longer Dew and Rain’s voices in his head, it’s his mother, the old pack leader, voices he heard only once but hasn’t been able to shake since. Tell them they’re the runt, they’ll never make it, they fuck up everything. That things like them are the reason packs like that don’t work. Their jeans scratch their skin and pull too tight and they need them off, but their hands are too shaky to undo the button.

They scream.

It’s the only thing they can think to do, to try to relive some of the pressure building in their head. Everything starts to feel better, but in a fuzzy, unclear way that they know they should be concerned about but don’t want to think about it enough to be. It’s at least a break.

They start to pull themself out of their sheets. Their pants stick to the material and slide off too easily, the button still done up but way too big enough to hold onto their hips. The shirt they were wearing falls when they push themself up too, at least staying on their shoulder, but the sleeves reach their elbows and the bottom hem reaches their knees. They stare at it questioningly. All the previous panic has been pushed aside, now they mostly just feel… small. And curious.

They rub the hem of their shirt between their fingers and roll off the bed like they usually do, but instead of landing gracefully they fall way further than they shoot. It sends another flare of panic through their body. This one at least is short lived, but it has their knees wobbling as they take uneven steps towards the mirror in the corner.

When they can finally see themself they freeze, staring into wide, wet eyes, then trailing down their tiny form. They have to be half the height they were just moments ago, and lanky in the way all 6 year olds are, not the usual never-grew-into-his-size lankiness he was used to. They know it’s wrong. No matter how much they want to be happy that their outside matches their inside, they know it’s not right. All the emotions swirl in their brain and start to bring back the bad feelings, and even though they just want their eyes to stop stinging, they start crying instead. Fat tears roll down their face and heavy sobs shake their whole body. They want to curl up in a ball but they can’t look away from that little kit in the mirror. The little kit with the same light patch around their eyes, the same white bangs and dark, unruly hair, and the same misshapen tail snaking its way into their mouth to chew on it self-soothingly.

A loud knock makes them freeze. They scream at themselves to pull their tail out of their mouth so they won’t get in trouble. The person outside calls their name and they whine, which reminds them there’s something more important to fix first, but no matter how much they try they aren’t getting big. It sends them back into their fit of tears.

They watch through blurry vision and the smudgy mirror as Swiss pushes their door open, freezing when they make eye contact. The whole room stills. So many thoughts race through Phantom’s mind they’re surprised they don’t explode with it.

“Phantom?” Swiss whispers. He takes a step towards the little quint ghoul, and that’s finally enough to break the spell. Phantom’s tail pushes back into their mouth as they crouch down into a ball, hiding themself behind their arms protectively.

“P-please don’t h-h-h-hurt me. S’ok,” they slur around their tail. Words seem to stick in their brain. They give a frustrated grunt. Their tongue feels heavy enough on its own, and even though the tail isn’t helping, they know it will only feel worse if they take it out.

“I would never hurt you sweetheart. Can you tell me what happened?” Phantom shakes their head hard, almost falling over from the motion. “Ok, it’s ok baby,” Swiss pauses for just long enough that Phantom starts to worry again. They hide their head more in their knees and let more heavy tears fall, since it seems to be helping. It at least made them feel less big and spikey.

“Can I touch you?” Swiss asks. Phantom’s tears dry slightly as they have to think about it. They still feel wrong, but Swiss gives such good hugs that always make them feel better when they’re big. It doesn’t take much to realize they want to be held. They unwrap their small, lanky limbs, popping their tail back in their mouth and making grabby hands at the ghoul standing above them.

Swiss smiles brightly and easily scoops the small ghoul into his arms. He eases them down so their legs are wrapped around his waist, and their head is resting on his shoulder, ear pressed close enough to hear his heartbeat, which settles Phantom down considerably. Swiss bounces them up and down and hums until the last tears stop falling and they can breathe a little more even again.

“Wanna change into something more comfy?” Phantom tenses again at the idea of being put down.

“No p-please. Like it h-h-h-h-here.” They try to shove their face more into Swiss’s shoulder. Swiss sighs and chuckles at their antics.

“Ok, well are you feeling hungry? Think you can at least drink some water for me?”

If Phantom really thought about it, their tummy did feel a little empty. They nodded into Swiss. The big ghoul shifted them a little so he can walk easier, and the gentle sway and being surrounded by Swiss’ conforming scent almost lulling Phantom to sleep, even just on the short walk to the kitchen. But before they know it, they’re set down on the counter. They rub at their eyes and rock back and forth while they watch Swiss dig in the cup cabinet until he pulls out a sippy cup.

“W-why is that in-n there?”

“For little ghouls like you,” he answers easily. He fills the blue and yellow sippy cup with water from the sink and hands it to Phantom.

“There are other kits here?” They perk up, looking around like these other kits might magically show up just because they asked. Swiss makes a silly face like he’s pooping, which makes Phantom laugh. He takes a sip from his cup and wiggles at how it makes his mouth not hurt anymore.

“Sometimes. Sometimes when Dew or Rain or Cumulus have big feelings, they get small like you are.” Swiss looks back at Phantom after he grabs the cheerios from the top shelf, then turns around and grabs a bib from a drawer lower down. He tries to loop it around Phantom’s neck but the kit crosses their arms.

“I’m a big b-” they start, but saying boy doesn’t feel right even if it tries to slide off their tongue, so they try again. “A big kit.”

Swiss nods and puts both things away, instead grabbing a muffin from the snack cabinet that Phantom reaches for enthusiastically. They turn the wrapper off quickly and shove half of it in their mouth before Swiss can reach for it to stop them.

“Phantom,” he scolds. The little ghoul ignores it though, loudly chewing the too-big mouthful and starting up a wiggle again.

“Oh thank Lucifer Swiss, I need…” Dew stops himself short when he walks in the kitchen and finds Phantom’s big eyes looking back at him, muffin crumbs all over his face and sippy cup frozen half way to his mouth. “That’s… mine. What-” he starts, but Swiss steps between the two.

“I’ll wash it, Phantom just needed to borrow your sippy. He’s feeling vulnerable,” Swiss says the last part through his teeth. Phantom doesn’t really know what that word means but they know it’s probably not good.

“But that’s not normal. Are you sure he’s ok?”

The blood starts to pound in Phantom’s ears again. All they hear is that they’re not normal, too small. It’s something they’ve heard too many times to count. It makes them want to hide again.

But they’re big. They don’t need to run away, they’ll show Dew how big they really are. They throw the sippy cup on the ground. It obviously isn’t meant for ghouls as big as them, because the top pops off and sends water all over the floor. They feel a little bad, but Dew and Swiss have stopped ignoring them, so they cross their arms and say as big as they can, “I’m big, and I’m not a boy.”

“Oh,” is all Dew says.

“Are you a girl?” Swiss asks. Phantom’s big act falls quickly. They hadn’t really thought about it. If they aren’t a boy or a girl, what are they? Can you not be a boy or a girl? They know they’re not a girl, so maybe they are a boy. They shake their head and look towards Swiss for him. Luckily, he smiles warmly again.

“Ok, you can be our little bat.” It pulls another happy wiggle out of Phantom, this one reaching from the tips of their ears to the spade of their tail, which now that they’re done chewing they can slot back in their mouth.

“Our little bat is actually a toddler,” Dew says only to Swiss.

“I’m 6!” Phantom yells and kicks their feet. Dew puts out a hand like Phantom just said the same thing he did, which makes them cross their arms and stick out their tongue at not being listened to.

“Hey babybat,” Swiss crouches down so he’s the same height as the kit. “Why don’t you finish your muffin, and then we’ll go take a nap, alright? I’ll be right back.” Phantom chirps in agreement, too busy after remembering they still have a whole half of their muffin to inhale. Dew steps out into the common room. He keeps watching Phantom the whole time through the window between the two rooms, until Swiss hands him a different sippy cup, this one pink and sparkly, and goes out to join Dew.

Phantom watches them wave their arms while he chews on his muffin. He imagines they’re dinosaurs fighting each other, the flying ones that look like bats and have big claws and beaks. They roar at each other, and it’s a good thing Phantom speaks dinosaur.

“Get away from my egg,” Swiss roars. He spreads out his wings to make himself look big. Phantom, who’s obviously the egg, puffs out their chest to match.

“I’m going to eat your egg!” Dew roars back, taking a swipe at Swiss, and even though they know they’re only playing pretend, the thought of Dew hurting Swiss for real scares them. They look down. The floor is so far away, but they have to be brave. They shut their eyes tight and push off, somehow landing on their feet. They take a deep breath. They’re so brave, they can do anything, so they run out of the kitchen and wrap themself around Swiss’s leg. Dew’s attack stops right away.

“Don’t h-h-hurt h-him,” Phantom pleads. They make their meanest, scariest face at the fire ghoul. Dew tilts his head at them, looks back up at Swiss, and then crouches down to be on Phantom’s level.

“I’m sorry bug, I didn’t mean to yell.” He looks at Swiss awkwardly. It takes Phantom a minute to remember that, oh yeah, that is how this whole thing started. They don’t know what to say, so instead they chirp and lay a big, wet kiss on Dew’s cheek. He wipes it off and sticks his tongue out, but he still can’t stop himself from smiling, which Phantom takes as a win. They stick their tail back into their mouth and smile back shyly.

“Feeling tired babybat?” Swiss asks, ending the moment. Dew stands up and starts to slowly make his way towards Rain’s room, while Swiss scoops up Phantom once again and carries them to their own.

They didn’t think they were feeling tired, but being laid under they’re covers and surrounded by Swiss, it’s hard to keep their eyes open anymore.

When he wakes up he’s groggy, but it slowly comes back to him that his shirt’s not so big anymore, and Swiss isn’t covering him so completely, and he sobs into Swiss’ chest in relief.

#regressed ghouls #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #little phantom #swiss ghoul #caretaker swiss #dew ghoul #ghost band fanfic #the band ghost #octo presents #octo sfw

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mac-and-thefox · 7 months

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Some soft regressed ghoul comfort for @sphylor. This is my first time attempting writing regression, I hope its okay 💙

Aether and Swiss caring for a regressed Dew and Mountain during a thunderstorm, a little bit of angst but mostly comfort.

CW: fear of storms, regressed ghouls, non-verbal regression

Comforts of Home

A clap of thunder rang through Aether's room and woke him with a start. The sky was dark, with huge, roiling clouds overtaking the sky. A cold wind blew through the room, bringing the damp promise of an autumn storm with it.

A sudden flash of lightning, followed by another massive jolt of thunder filled Aether's senses as the old stone building shook under the wrath of the storm. The smell of Ozone filled his nose.

Aether removed the book laying face down on his chest and glanced at the clock. Just past 4:30 in the afternoon. He must have dozed off while reading. He swung his legs off the bed and made his way to the window to close it.

As the latch clicked shut and the sound of howling wind muted, Aether's ears twitched at a distressed, high pitch whine coming from down the hallway. His tail tensed, coiling up tight as the smell of charred wood filtered into the room.

More thunder boomed through the abbey, followed by another frightened cry, this time accompanied by the distressed scent of mildew and wood rot.

Aether padded to the door and stepped out into the hallway. The two distinct scents were stronger there, as were the cries and whines. His ears drooped against his head at the sound; he needed to check on Dewdrop, as he knew the fire ghoul could regress quite small when frightened, especially at a time like this. As he made his way down the hallway, a door opened and Swiss poked his head out.

“I’m going to check on Dew,” Aether said, wincing at the booming crash of more thunder.

Swiss nodded and walked in the direction Aether had come from, slipping through the door with the distinct earth symbol.

Aether stood in front of Dew’s door and knocked quietly.

“Dew? Are you alright?”

He was met with a whine and an overwhelming wall of distress and charred wood.

Aether opened the door softly and stepped inside. The room was dark and cold, the fire in the hearth burned out. A flash of lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the room and revealing a small, shaking figure curled up in a ball on the floor.

Aether approached the ball slowly to see Dew cowering on the carpet, curled around a teddy bear that was almost the same size as him.

“Hi Bug, everything is gonna be okay. Can I come closer?” Aether spoke softly, crouching slowly down to Dew’s level.

Dew hesitantly unwound himself from the teddy bear, peering at Aether with big, wet eyes. His lower lip quivered and he whimpered quietly as he reached out for Aether, making little grabby hands in his direction.

Aether scooched over to him, sitting on the floor next to the fire ghoul and leaning up against the bed.

Dew crawled into his lap, tucking his head under Aether’s chin and curling up against his chest.

Aether rubbed Dew’s back in small circles, humming and purring softly.

Another peal of thunder caused Dew to jump and curl further into himself, whining quietly, clapping his hands over his ears and burying his head into Aether’s chest, eyes screwed tightly shut.

“Aef…m’scared…is to’loud..”

Dew was too small to understand what was happening. He couldn’t understand that he was still safe, despite the storm raging outside the window.

Aether brought a hand to Dew’s head, running his fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, holding the fire ghoul close to him.

“Oh love, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You are safe and warm right here in my arms.”

Dew looked up at him through wet lashes, sniffling. His tail curled around his own arm and Dew rubbed his cheek against the spade in an attempt at self-soothing.

“Don’ like da t’under…fell outa bed. Arm is ouchie…”

Aether took Dew’s slender arm in his hand, examining it. It was nothing more than a bruised elbow, but Aether let his quintessence gently reach out and wick away the soreness. He gave the offending elbow a soft kiss to seal the deal.

“There we go, Bug. All better now, hmm?”

Dew nodded into Aether’s chest, suckling softly on the spade that had wandered its way into his mouth.

Aether held Dew close to his chest, rocking the little ghoul slowly back and forth, purring in his chest. He placed a finger under Dew’s chin, lifting his head gently to look at him.

“Tell you what, Bug, why don’t we go down the hallway and join Swiss and Mounty, hmm? We can all snuggle together in Mounty’s big bed. Would you like that?”

Dew nodded, eyes still big, but shaking subsided.

“Uhuhh...wanna be with Swissy an’ Mounty..can we, pwetty p’ease?” He mumbled around the spade in his mouth.

Aether leaned in and gave the fire ghoul a kiss on the forehead.

“Of course, love. Hold on tight, okay?”

Aether stood slowly, allowing Dew to wrap himself around Aether’s torso koala style. Dew laid his head on Aether’s shoulder, still suckling quietly on his tail as the two made their way down the hallway and into Mountain’s room.

The room was awash with the glow from the fire lit in the hearth. They found the two ghouls in Mountain’s bed. The Earth giant was curled up with his head on Swiss’ chest while the Multi ghoul held him close, singing a song quietly in Spanish. Their heads turned towards the sound of Aether and Dew entering the room.

Mountain, seeing Dew cradled in Aether’s arms, squeaked out a sad whine and reached out towards him, eyes big and a little spacey.

Aether set Dew gently on the bed. The little ghoul crawled over to Mountain, curling up together with him. The two rubbed noses, bumping horns together softly before burrowing underneath the warm soft furs, chirping quietly to each other.

Aether laid down on the other side of them, looking over at Swiss.

“He’s still non-verbal. This storm really scared him bad,” Swiss whispered, not wanting to disturb the two ghouls curled around each other between him and Aether.

Aether nodded, looking out the window at the courtyard below. The branches on the trees were being shaken every which way, leaves scattering everywhere as the wind howled on.

Another jolt of lightning, followed by the subsequent boom sent Mountain and Dew deep under the covers, whimpering out small mewls and cries as the shaking recommenced.

Aether rose from the bed and walked to the window, closing the heavy drapes, muffling the sound and hiding the flashes of light outside.

Swiss leaned over and slowly uncovered the two. Mountain and Dew peered up at him, tears in their eyes. Mountain whimpered, lower lip quivering.

“Swissy…make da soun’ stop… is scary..” Dew cried, trying to burrow under Mountain’s arm as the two tried to curl as close to each other as possible.

Aether laid back down next to Dew. He and Swiss exchanged looks and silent words before scooching in as close as they could to the two frightened ghouls in the middle. They wrapped their arms and tails around the two, providing a grounding touch as they began purring deep in their chests.

Swiss rubbed Mountain’s back, channeling some of his fire into the now formed pile, warming the group in an effort at comfort.

“I know these sounds and flashes are scary, I'm so sorry, my loves. You and Mounty are being such brave ghouls right now. We are so proud of you.”

Aether leaned in and gave Dew a kiss to the back of his head.

“We can stay here and cuddle as long as you two like. We don’t have to go anywhere or do anything that you don’t want to.”

Dew turned into Aether’s arms, nuzzling under his chin. Aether’s arms were always the safest place in the world to him. Even though he was little, and even though he was scared, he knew that Aether would always protect him no matter what.

Swiss drew Mountain back against his chest, holding the earth ghoul gently in his embrace.

“We would never let anything happen to you, Sapling,” he murmured into Mountain’s chestnut waves.

Mountain wound his tail around Swiss’ hand, snuffling with the beginnings of a tentative purr as he burrowed deeper into Swiss’ arms, closing his eyes.

They laid that way for a time, taking comfort in each other's warmth and presence. Slowly, the distressed smell of charred wood and mildew was replaced with warm cinnamon apples and dewey pine.

A gurgle rose up from the middle of the pile. Dew raised his head, a slight frown on his small face.

“Aef…me an Moun’y are gettin’ kinda hungwy..”

Mountain peaked over Dew’s shoulder, nodding with a slight chirp.

Aether smiled, sitting up slightly.

“Are my two ghouls hungry? I can hear your rumbly bellies from over here,”

Dew ducked his head and giggled as Aether gave him a nuzzle on his cheek.

Mountain touched Dew softly on the arm, chittering quietly into his ear before snuggling back into Swiss’ protective embrace.

“Moun’y saids he wan’s some’a dat soup dat Cum’lus made,” Dew declared as Mountain nodded solemnly over his shoulder in agreement.

“Da soup wiv…wiv…duno the word Aef,”

Aether tilted his head, smiling softly at the two ghouls in the middle of the pile.

“You mean the….Butternut Squash soup?”

Dew’s eyes light up in recognition.

“Yeah! Dat soup,”

Aether pulled the covers back and climbed out of Mountain’s bed. He stood, facing the three remaining ghouls before putting his hands on his hips and scowling slightly in mock seriousness.

“Okay you two, I will go get us some dinner. We can eat in here, but you have to promise to be very careful. No spills, okay?”

He was met with enthusiastic nods and chirps. Swiss grinned from behind the two Littles.

“I’ve got the two terrors, go forth and bring us sustenance, Aeth.”

“Not terrors, Swissy!! We’re good ghouls, righ’ Moun’y?”

Aether closed the door softly, trying like hell to conceal his laughter as Dew squawked his indignation at the Multi ghoul.

He made his way to the kitchen, loading up a tray with four bowls of the rich, spiced soup, along with four slices of warm, home-baked bread.

Upon his return to Mountain’s room, Aether was met with a sight that melted his heart. Mountain and Dew were wrapped up in each other’s arms, fast asleep. Their tails twined together and they rubbed their horns together in their slumber as they snuffled softly. Their faces finally smooth and peaceful, awash with the warm glow from the fire.

Swiss looked up from his phone at the sound of Aether quietly clicking the door shut.

“They zonked out while you were gone. I say we let them sleep, they both need the rest.”

Aether placed the tray on Mountain’s desk and climbed back into bed behind the lightly snoring fire ghoul, snuggling in close as Swiss settled back in behind Mountain.

It was still early, dinner could wait.

@ghuleh-recs @jimothybarnes @dewedup @rainyhoursinhell @jesusbutbetterrr @littlemoon-beam

#mac writes #ghost fan fiction #regressed ghouls #age regression #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul

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ominousposting · 2 months

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otter rain. otter. rain. tiny baby otter rain.

little otter rainy in those cute hats that people put on them sometimes like

thats the whole post

#rain ghoul #nameless ghouls #regressed ghouls

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chapel-of-rizztual · 7 months

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Hi! Can we get little phantom waking up from a nightmare and having to run and wake up swiss for help? 🖤🖤

These are identical so you both get this one, although I think you’re the same person 👀

Also I wrote this instead of showering and now I’m in trouble so I hope you appreciate it!!!

cw: regressed ghouls, age regression.

Phantom’s summoning was traumatic. It was horrendous even. He was actually meant to be summoned With Sunshine but something went wrong and he ended up stuck in the portal between earth and hell, unable to get to reach earth but unable to get back to hell. He got stuck. For an entire year he lived, survive, in a barren wasteland no creature was meant to survive in.

He had nightmares about it all the time, of being trapped in some kind of purgatory, unable to move forward but unable to go back. He’ll wake up in a panic, with a cry high in his throat as he fights to get the bed covers untangled from his body.

Which is how he woke up now, with a startled cry and the claustrophobic feeling of his bedsheets restricting around him as he fights his way free. He’s breathless and panicking, tears streaming down his face as he cries out, for Swiss, but he doesn’t realises who’s name he’s shouting. He managed to untangle him and scuttles out from his room, stripping his clothes off as he goes, leaning a trail down the hallway, the feeling of anything touching his body at the point was too much. He goes to Swiss’ room not even realising he does, and pushes his way into his room.

The multi ghoul is still asleep, snoring lightly as Phantom peers at him from across the dark room. But at least he’s alone, so he feels less guilty about waking him up.

“S-Swiss?” He hardly whispers onto the room. Swiss stirs a little but doesn’t wake up.

He feels his bottom lip wobble as his tail wraps anxiously around his middle. “Swiss, p-please.”

Swiss moves, pulling the covers off his face and squinting into the darkness with a grunt.

“Phantom? Go back to bed, it’s nowhere near morning yet.” He pulls the covers back over his face turning around to have away from Phantom.

Phantom let’s out a sob, feeling tears fall down his cheeks. “D-daddy?”

That gets Swiss’ attention. He sits up, turning back to face Phantom.

“Bug? What is it? What’s wrong?” His eyes run down a phantom’s appearance. “Where are your clothes?”

Phantom just shakes his head and sobs again.

“Oh, did you have the nightmare again?” Swiss coos at him. Phantom nods, rubbing at one of his eyes with a closed fist, rubbing away sone of the tears that had fallen.

“Oh, babybug, come here.” Swiss open his arms for him and Phantom immediately runs into him. Swiss pull him into his lap and Phantom buries his face into Swiss’ neck as he sobs, gripping at Swiss’ shoulders.

“I’ve got you, babybug. I’ve got you.” Swiss rubs his back, rocking them back and forth gently. “You’re safe now, darling. Finally safe with us, where you were always meant to be.”

Phantom snuffles, squeezing his arms around Swiss’ neck. “Oh, I know. So scary, huh? But it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Phantom whimpers, clinging to Swiss even more and mouthing along his neck. There are still tears streaming down his cheeks but his sobbing had subsided for little sniffles and whimpers.

“Oh!” Swiss adjusts Phantom on his grasp. “I think I have something that might help you.” He rummages in the bottom draw of his bedside table, pulling out a small fleece blanket and a pacifier. “I think these are Mountain’s but I don’t think he’ll mind if you borrow them for the night.”

He taps the pacifier against Phantom’s bottom lip and the little ghoul parts them letting Swiss push the rubber into his mouth. He starts sucking immediately, the plastic bobbing in his mouth as Swiss wraps the soft blanket around his shoulders.

“There. That's much better, hmm?”

Phantom gives him a small nod and moves to settle down properly on Swiss’ arms, resting his head on his chest. Swiss shuffles himself as carefully as he can do he’s sat up against the headboard of his bed and pulls the duvet over the both of them. Phantom gives a little chirp, pulling the duvet around himself a little tighter. Swiss sinks into his bed so he’s lying back fully once again, keeping Phantom on top of him where the little ghoul seems most comfortable.

He runs his fingers though Phantom’s hair and he looks up at him, blinking owlishly as the pacifier bobs in his mouth.

“You think you can go back to sleep? Think you’re ready?”

A look of panic flashes across Phantom’s face and he lets out a distressed squeak shaking his head as more tears well in his eyes.

“Oh, babybug. You don’t have to go back to your room, you can sleep right here with me.” Swiss gently thumbs away a few stray tears from his cheeks. Phantom gives another distressed squeak.

“What is it, bug?” Swiss frowns at him, trying to think of anything that would be distressing Phantom anymore.

Phantom squeaks again, pulling the duvet even tighter around himself and looking anxiously around the pitch black room.

“Oooh. It’s dark. Is it too dark for you, babybug?”

Phantom nods in reply.

Swiss moves to flick the bedside lamp on and the room gets illuminated with a soft glow.

“That better? Not so scary now?”

Phantom gives a little happy chuff and snuggles down deeper into Swiss embrace, giving a small yawn around the pacific, his eyes finally slipping closed with a purr. Swiss yawns himself, cuddling into Phantom as he chuffs again in his sleep, his sleepy purr increasing in volume as Swiss scratches down his back with his claws lightly. It doesn’t take Swiss long before he feels his own eyes slipping closed, a purr of his own rumbling through his chest.

#regressed ghouls #the band ghost #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #ficlet #nameless ghouls #anonymous #my writing #thanks for the ask!!

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sodoshame · 7 months

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please please PLEASE write something with regressed!phantom being seen by dew for the first time. maybe it’s during the time that dew is mean to phantom because he took aethers place? something like that

thanks shadow! always love ur fics

Hello sweet anon! Sorry this took so long, I’m working my way through requests :) I hope this is what you are after!

Requests are still open if anyone wants anything, I’ll get to it when I can :)

Honey.

Regressed!Phantom & Dewdrop.

A/N: SFW like all my agere fics of course! Dew is a little mean at first but he gets nicer I swear. I also wrote this really fast on my phone so I apologise in advance!

Dewdrop was the only one up this late; the rumbling of the tour bus wasn’t lulling him to sleep like it usually did, so he gave up on trying to sleep and got out of his bunk to go and sit on the couch in the main area of the bus.

The ghoul had been sitting on the couch for almost an hour now, watching the TV at a low volume so it didn’t disturb anyone else. Upon hearing the door to the bunk area click open, Dew looked over, trying to make out who the figure in the doorway was. He squinted slightly, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark. The figure stepped forwards, the light from the TV illuminating him.

“Phantom? What do you want?” Dewdrop asked, his tone unnecessarily harsh. The young ghoul squeaked out a response, too quiet to hear.

“Fuck’s sake, speak up would you!?” Dew snapped, clenching his jaw.

Phantom stepped forwards again, allowing Dew to see him properly. The quintessence ghoul had the spade of his tail in his mouth, gently suckling on it. His hair was sticking up all over the place and he had tear tracks on his cheeks. He’d been crying.

Dewdrop sighs irritably, not quite yet realising the state of the poor ghoul.

“Speak, would you? Or go bother someone else.” Dew mutters, turning his attention back to the TV. He hears a little whimper from Phantom; he groans and looks back at him.

“Satanas, what is wrong with you?!” Dew snaps again.

That does it. Phantom bursts into tears.

“I- I had b-bad dream. Swissy i-is sleeping.” Phantom manages to stutter out between his sobs. His vocabulary is limited and his voice is muffled around his tail that is still in his mouth.

Immediately, Dew’s eyes widen. He hadn’t realised the state that the younger ghoul was in; Phantom was regressed and Dew had just yelled at him, making him burst into tears. The older ghoul sighs, standing up from the couch.

“Fuck- I mean shit- damn it! Okay, alright… Phantom?” Dew mumbles as he slowly approaches Phantom. The young ghoul backs away slightly, still sobbing.

“Hey, come on. I’m not gonna hurt you, quint.” Dew says, his voice softening. He holds his arms out to Phantom, offering him to come closer.

As Phantom toddled over to Dew, the fire ghoul realised just how little Phantom was; he was wobbly on his feet, sucking on the spade of his tail like a pacifier. Even the way he’s crying. He was regressed much younger than Dew had seen any of the other ghouls be.

“Oh, you’re really little right now, aren’t you?” Dew coos softly. Once Phantom is close enough, Dewdrop wraps him in a gentle hug and softly rubs his back.

Phantom says nothing, but allows himself to be wrapped in Dew’s arms. His crying has calmed down a little, but there are still tears running down his cheeks and his breathing is shaky.

“I’m sorry, little quint. I didn’t mean to shout at you, I didn’t realise that you’re-”

Dewdrop pauses and sighs.

“I shouldn’t have shouted at you, end of.” He mumbles.

The fire ghoul leads Phantom to the couch, getting him to sit down. Dew wraps his arms around the young ghoul, pulling him to his chest.

Phantom lets out a little whimper as he cries, burying his face into Dew’s shoulder.

“Shh, shh, shh. Don’t cry, honey. You’re okay. You’re safe.” He brings his hand up to run his fingers through Phantom’s messy hair, keeping one arm wrapped around him. The young ghoul brings his tail back to his mouth, suckling on it once again; Dew frowns as he watches him.

“Hey, quint, don’t do that please. It’s not good for your your tail, you’ll end up hurting it.” Dew says softly, trying to pull the tail out of the quintessence ghouls mouth. Phantom whines and looks up at Dew with big watery eyes. Dewdrop sighs, then fumbles about in his back pocket.

“Can you try this for me? It’s Mountain’s, but I’m sure he won’t mind you borrowing it.” He says, pulling a pacifier from his pocket and offering it to the young ghoul.

Phantom lets his tail drop out of his mouth and cautiously leans his face closer to the pacifier. Dew gently pushes it against his lips, encouraging him to take it. Phantom does, taking it into his mouth hesitantly. After a few minutes, he looks up at the older ghoul, grinning around the pacifier.

“You like the paci, bug?” Dew questions, stroking his fingers through Phantom’s hair. Phantom nods, softly sucking on the pacifier as he looks up at Dew.

“Maybe we’ll have to get you your own, huh? That sounds like a good idea?”

Phantom nods excitedly and starts shuffling around on couch, eventually planting himself on Dew’s lap. He curls up against him and nuzzles his face into the fire ghoul’s chest. Dewdrop watches him with a raised eyebrow and lets out a slight chuckle as Phantom settles himself in his lap.

“Oh, just gettin’ comfy, hm?” Dew coos softly, wrapping his arms back around Phantom’s body.

The quintessence ghoul hums quietly in response, already closing his eyes. He mumbles something into Dew’s chest.

“T’ank you, Dewy.”

Dewdrop all but feels his heart melt; he places a soft kiss to the top of Phantom’s head and cradles him to his chest.

“You’re welcome, baby bug.” Dew mumbles into Phantom’s hair.

Maybe he should give the new quintessence ghoul more of a chance. Maybe he shouldn’t take his anger about Aether on Phantom.

From that night on, Dewdrop vowed to himself that he wouldn’t ever hurt the young ghoul again; nor would he let anyone else.

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everybodyshusband · 7 months

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Do you have any good regressed ghoul fic recs? (Yours or others work) It's something I've only found recently but it's weird comforting

oh, anon, i have sooo many, haha !! i hope you find them comforting !! <3 (also, these are definitely not all the regressed ghoul fics out there !! there are so, so many written by incredibly talented people !! these are simply the fics i could find/remember at the moment)

everybodyshusband (me)

i have a series on ao3 where i post most of my regressed ghoul fics to keep them in one place, but some of the other ones i've written are:

aether and mountain. little!aether, comfort after a scary movie dew & mountain & swiss. little!dew, comfort for pain (hurt ankle) rain & mountain. little!rain, nausea comfort (emeto mention) rain & sunshine. little!rain, bathtime

@hypnoneghoul

THEY DID WHAT!?. rain & swiss, little!rain, hypermobile cartwheel accident, swiss' first time as rain's caregiver Guppy. rain & swiss, little!rain, hypermobile rain, so much fluff rain & mountain & swiss. little!rain, warm cuddles phantom & rain. little!phantom, hypermobile safety lessons from rain phantom & swiss. little!phantom, hurt tummy comfort phantom & swiss. little!phantom, first time regressing comfort phantom & rain & dewdrop. little!phantom, little!rain, rain passes out and phantom gets scared phantom & rain. little!phantom, eds rain, phantom helping rain on a bad pain day

@chapel-of-rizztual

dew & mountain. little!dew, teeny tiny dew, soft cuddles phantom & swiss. little!phantom, clingy phantom phantom & everyone. little!phantom, gradual regression, general comfort

@littlemoon-beam

phantom & swiss. little!phantom, gradual regression, first time regressing comfort dew & rain & swiss & mountain. little!dew, little!rain, teeny tiny dew, swiss' first time caregiving mountain & dew. little!mountain, mountain doesn't do well with winter, hurt/comfort mountain & dew. little!mountain, gradual regression, one very mean flower mountain & aether. little!mountain, warm cuddles

@sodoshame

Tenderness. reader & mountain, little!reader, cuddles, general comfort

@genderful-ghoul

Little Rain and Caregiver Mountain Cook Together. rain & mountain, little!rain, exactly what it says on the tin

unknown author

In the garden. air & earth, little!earth, era iii ghouls, explanation of caterpillars, fluff

i'm assuming you were only referring to age regression but i can't help but include a pet regression rec in here too !!

@sphylor

kitty dew series. the blurb for each fic can be found through the link :)

please go show some love to these incredibly talented writers and their works !!! i hope this feeds your hunger for regressed ghouls, anon <3

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ghostieagere · 6 months

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Lil idea;

Phantom wakes up from nightmares on tour, and goes small because he's scared. He got stuck rooming with Dew though who still isn't too keen on the new ghoul yet

Does Phantom wake him up for comfort? Does Dew let him come have a cuddle? How does Dew react to the other being small?

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oooh i love this idea, anons !! hopefully this is what you were hoping for <3 oh, and i've used the name phantom since that's what was in your requests :D (this one didn't quite turn out how i was expecting, but i hope it's still okay !!)

cw: nightmare, brief mention of (imagined) blood, some wonky descriptions of what's actually happening because of reality confusion, hot chocolate fixes everything, they/them phantom

Phantom doesn't really know what's going on. Everything about their movements feels almost soupy, as if they're walking through jelly or wading through the water of the Abbey's lake. They can't be in the lake though. Everything's hot, too hot. It reminds them of their summoning, choking on the ash that swirled around them, catching it in their lungs until it made a home in the alveoli there and altered their breathing permanently. It's not until they hear the echo of Sister Imperator's voice through the smoke and fog swirling around them that they realise it doesn't just remind them of their summoning, it is their summoning.

Immediately, they panic. They've already lived through this, it shouldn't be happening again! Did they get sent back to Hell? Is it because they weren't good enough? Why are they being summoned again? Why would anyone summon them again if they were such a failure? Why does everything feel so fuzzy? Why can't they breathe?

The quintessence ghoul jolts awake breathing heavily, completely and utterly confused, panicking internally. Wherever they are now, it's as dark as their summoning and they still can't breath, but at least they don't feel quite so soupy anymore and the air around them doesn't seem to be filled with smoke either. It's not quite so hot either. Well, everywhere except their cheeks, that is. When they go to touch the heat searing their cheeks, their hand comes back wet. Immediately, they panic again. It's too dark to see the liquid on their fingers but it must be blood, they must be bleeding. Maybe that's why they can't see, their eyes are bleeding and stopping them from being able to see what's happening around them.

A soft snore to their right makes them whimper in fright and wrap their blanket more tightly around themselves. Someone is in the room with them. It sounds... a little bit like Dewdrop, they think. Phantom doesn't know how to feel about that.

They'd never admit it out loud, but Dewdrop is scary. He liked Aether a lot, and because Phantom's taken his place, Dewdrop doesn't really like them very much. At least, that's what Phantom thinks. They don't think it's because Dewdrop's shy like they are, so the next logical step is that he mustn't like the quintessence ghoul very much. Another snore from Dewdrop makes Phantom flinch and whine again. Every new noise they hear has them wondering if they're still in their dream—they can still feel the ash in their lungs and the heat of the fire on their face—and they want comfort from it, but they don't think they're quite brave enough to walk to Swiss' room and ask for help. Come to think of it, they don't even remember which hotel room Swiss was assigned this afternoon anyway. Even if they could, they're all staying in some kind of bed and breakfast, so the doors don't have numbers on them.

They take a shaky breath and look over at Dewdrop's sleeping form. He's facing away from Phantom but the little quintessence ghoul can see his back rising and falling slowly with every breath he takes. If Phantom wants help, they're going to have to ask Dewdrop. Going to have to call up all that bravery Swiss says they have deep inside their chest and wake Dewdrop up to ask for his help.

Phantom takes as big of a breath as they can manage to psych themselves up before they throw off their blankets—keeping one wrapped around their shoulders to keep themselves warm—and makes their way over to Dewdrop's bed on shaking, wobbly legs.

"Dewd'op. Psst, Dewd'op you godda wait up."

Dew groans and rolls over, eyes still closed, barely processing what's happening around him except for an incessant shaking of his shoulder.

"Dewd'op I– I hadded nigh'mare. Wad sca'y. You godda wait uuuuup Dewd'op!"

Slowly, Dew opens his eyes and takes in the sight before him. Phantom standing over him, a blanket wrapped around their shoulders, hair sticking up in every direction and tears running down their cheeks. Even though Dew's eyes are now open, Phantom doesn't stop shaking his shoulders or begging him to wake up.

When he sits up, Phantom gasps and tries to jump backwards but their foot catches on the blanket dragging on the floor behind them and they trip. The little quintessence ghoul lands on the floor with a thump and after a few seconds of delay, starts sobbing in earnest.

Dew immediately jumps out of bed and crouches down next to Phantom, cradling the little ghoul's head in his hands. "Baby bug, are you okay?"

Phantom hiccups and shakes their head sadly.

Dew hesitates and hopes it doesn't show on his face. He's so out of his depth here, not just with taking care of a little—in situations like this, Dew is usually the one being taken care of—but with taking care of Phantom. Dew's been doing his best to keep some level of distance between him and the quintessence ghoul this whole tour. He's been telling himself it's because he hates Aether's replacement and doesn't want anything to do with them, but deep down he knows that's not it. He knows that as soon as he spends genuine time with them, he won't be able to resist their wide-eyed charm and innocent and will end up—Sathanas forbid—caring for them. He knows this because it's exactly what happened with Aurora. "Do... Do you want to talk about it?"

The little ghoul just cries harder. "You won' un'ers'and me," they whine helplessly, wriggling their body and flapping their arms in frustration. "Bad at talkin' when 'm liddol!"

The fire ghoul rushes to shush them. "Baby bat, I can understand you perfectly, I promise. Okay?" He waits until they nod slowly, still sobbing and wriggling around as much as they can under Dew's gentle grip on them. "Now, how about we hop back up onto my bed and we talk about what happened in your dream, yeah? I'll keep you nice and toasty warm while you talk, bub. Promise. Does that sound good?"

Phantom sniffles and nods, doing their best to wipe at some of the tears in their eyes. "Da's good," they repeat shakily, holding their arms out hopefully and making a grabbing gesture in the fire ghoul's direction.

He tilts his head at them, evaluating. "You want me to help you up?"

"Uh huh. Uppies," they state simply. Well, Dew can't argue with that. He leans further towards them and lets the little quintessence ghoul to wrap their arms around his neck.

He lifts them up and walks the few steps backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. Phantom lets out a surprised squeal and and buries their face in Dew's neck when Dew sits both of them down on the mattress by letting his knees give out under him without warning. The fire ghoul makes sure to kick his internal temperature up a notch or two now that he and Phantom are sat down as he scoots back to lean against the headboard and wraps the little quintessence ghoul's blanket more tightly around them to keep them warm.

"What was your dream about, baby bat?" He bounces the little quintessence ghoul on his knee as best as he can from how he's sat up on the bed. A small giggle bubbles up from beneath Phantom's tears.

"Uhm," they start nervously. "Gotted summ'ned... Wad hot an' fire an' didn' breev." Despite Dew's gentle stroking of their shoulder in an effort to calm them down, Phantom is beginning to hyperventilate again. "Wad sca'y, Dewd'op! So so sca'y!" They finish their statement with a terrified cry and bury their face into Dew's shoulder all over again, sobbing quietly.

Dew holds them tightly against his chest, nuzzling his cheek against the top of their head sympathetically. Their summoning was much like his own elemental transformation in a way—full of fire, ash and searing pain—so he likes to think he has at least some idea of the nightmares the little quintessence ghoul has been suffering from.

"Well," he starts, having taken note of the way Phantom had only grown more upset when talking about their nightmare, despite their insistence that it would help. "I think we need to find a nice distraction for you, hmm? What do you think about that, bug?"

The little quintessence ghoul nods slowly against Dew's chest, their breathing gradually evening out as they zone in on the sound of the fire ghoul's heartbeat through his pyjamas.

Dew smiles down at them softly in a way he knows he'll deny later on if they ask him about it and bounces them gently in his arms. "I think hot chocolate always helps with nightmares," he declares, standing up again with Phantom still tucked up in their blanket in his arms. "Should we go down to the little kitchen and make some, baby bat?"

He's already carrying them out of the door by the time the question leaves his mouth, but Phantom doesn't need to know that. Besides, their enthusiastic nodding lets Dew know that the little quintessence ghoul holds no objection to a bit of late-night comfort snacking.

He makes his way down the rickety staircase to the small kitchen area and sets Phantom down on one of the kitchen chairs as he does his best to navigate the kitchen in search of a milk frother and milk that's actually within its use-by-date. He finds fresh milk in the fridge, and although he can't locate a frother, he does manage to find a coffee machine hidden away in a cupboard with milk frothing attachments. It's not perfect, but it'll do. Especially at this hour of the night when Phantom's already almost falling back asleep in their chair.

To ensure he won't have to locate a first aid kit after a sleep related, falling out of their chair incident, Dew keeps talking as he potters about the kitchen, finding the hot chocolate powder, mugs and spoons in the unfamiliar kitchen. He'd overheard Phantom and Rain watching an episode of some kind of kids television programme, so he asks them all about that while he works. The little quintessence ghoul perks up immediately, waving their arms around in the air, blanket slipping off their shoulders as they talk excitedly about a dog called Bluey and the adventures she gets up to with her sister.

They've barely made it halfway through their jumbled-up retelling of the episode before Dew is draping their blanket back around their shivering shoulders and pressing the warm mug of hot chocolate into their hands. They gape up at him when they see the marshmallows floating in their drink.

Dew grins and presses a finger to his lips. The pack usually avoid giving sugar to Phantom when they're dropped, for no reason other than they tend to get a little hyperactive from a combination of excitement and the accompanying sugar rush. Dew doesn't mind having to deal with their high later on though. Besides, he thinks they deserve a little treat after the terrible night they've had.

He takes a seat next to them after he's sure the little quintessence ghoul is as comfy as they can be in the straight-backed wooden chair they're sitting in and wraps his hands around his own mug of hot chocolate. As soon as Dew has sat down, Phantom launches into their episode recap once again, now struggling to wrap their words around a mouthful of fluid; Dew has to remind them to swallow before they run the chance of making a sticky, hot chocolatey mess all over their comfort blanket.

At the rate the little quintessence ghoul is talking and the first signs of early morning light peeking over the tops of the curtains in the kitchen window, there's a fair chance that Phantom won't get back to sleep until well after their ritual tonight, but Dew finds himself unbothered. As long as they're contented, warm and relatively unbothered by their nightmare right now, the fire ghoul is just happy that they're happy. If they really need it later on, the two of them can curl up for a nap in the back of the tour bus, but for now, they're content to sip their hot chocolates in peace while Phantom recounts their favourite episodes of this show they're clearly obsessed with and pulls their blanket a little more tightly around their shoulders, not a trace of worry visible on their face in the slightest.

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