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ziplocked love pt. 4 | dew x fem!reader

summary: you spend more time with the ghouls and ghoulettes on tour, find a solution to your problem – and decide that eternity maybe isn't so bad :)

content: ~4k words, soft, needy, love-sick dew, banter with the other ghouls, suggestive at times but no smut, this is pure fluff and cheese really.

This is sickening but I wanted to give you this conclusion I've been sitting on for months now bc I felt weird not finishing it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4/Final Part | Read on Ao3

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“I swear to Satan, one more comment and I’ll murder all of you.”

You feel right at home. All morning the ghouls have been teasing Dew for the bright hickeys on his neck, very visible on the pale human-appearing skin and distinctly mouth-shaped. You sit in a diner, getting breakfast on the road, the ghouls surprisingly well-behaved apart from their bickering. You’re sipping your coffee and watch how Dew furiously blushes every time Swiss flicks against his neck, asking if it hurts.

“Like you had a chance,” Sunshine comments over the rim of her own mug.

“I absolutely have a chance,” Dew grumbles.

You lean into him, still tired, head resting safely on his shoulder, and he immediately softens. His hand finds your thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze, letting you know he’s there. Last night, you slept on the bus for the first time, tightly wrapped in Dew’s arms but not really finding any restful sleep. You won’t have enough time to get used to the movements and the tiny space. You’re only here for another full day tomorrow. Two nights.

“The coffee didn’t help?” he asks.

“Hm, not really, still feeling tired.”

He kisses your hair, wrapping his arm around your shoulder now. “You can always try napping again later.”

“God you are so sickeningly sweet,” Cirrus says. “Maybe I need to go find myself a human as well.”

“Have fun finding one who’s willing to deal with that attitude,” Dew says.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Swiss comments.

Dew shrugs. “I found someone.”

“Only because you somehow found the only human who was willing to deal with your weirdness.”

“Weirdness?”

You sigh against his shoulder. “You’re all weird – that’s part of the charm. And you’re also underestimating how weird humans are. We’re not that different.”

“She has a point,” Aether says.

“Mhm,” Rain mumbles.

Back on the bus, you do need to take another nap because you barely manage to keep your eyes open. Dew joins you, scrolling on his phone as you rest on his chest, face buried in his neck. With his even breathing and gentle warmth surrounding you, you easily manage to doze off. Time passes, how long is only a vague estimate, but you’re roused by repeated movements underneath you. When you open your eyes, you notice that Dew has wriggled free, trying to get out of your little bunk.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you ask and he chuckles at your accusatory tone.

“I’m going to ask Papa if we can find a way for you to stay,” he explains. “I know, you’re worried you’ll be treated differently at home and all of that. But I don’t want you to go back.”

“We can do it, Dew. I don’t want you to think I need babysitting or something.”

“I know we can do it, that you can do it,” he snaps. “We did it already. But why torture ourselves when we don’t have to?”

You sigh, rolling onto your back. “I don’t know. They’re going to think I’m getting favours.”

“Well, you do, you’re my girlfriend. That’s just how it is.”

“You know there are so many siblings who would kill to be on tour with all of you.”

“So what? If anyone gives you shit I will give them twice as much shit back.”

You smile. “I know.”

“Come on, you don’t really want to go back.”

“No, I don’t. The thought of being alone again makes me nauseous.”

“Fine.” He purses his lips. “You want me to say it I’ll say it. I won’t let you go. I’ll throw the worst tantrum you’ve ever seen, worse than the time I almost murdered that guy who hit on you at the old man’s birthday party.”

You can barely hide your smirk. “Worse than that? I thought you’d burn the abbey down.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“Who are you gonna murder, then?”

“Whoever says I can’t keep you here.”

“Papa? Sister?”

“Whoever,” he repeats with a deadly serious stare. “But I don’t have to resolve to murder right away. I think a wise starting point would be arson, then I’ll work myself up.”

“You act like you’d be methodical when we both know you’d just scream and punch a whole in a wall until they’re so annoyed they let you have anything.”

He gapes at you indignantly. “I would never do that.”

“You did it before.”

“No?”

“When you wanted them to allow me to basically half-move into your room because you got frustrated of me leaving all the time?”

He shrugs. “Okay, maybe.”

You smirk. “Just admit you’re clingy and needy and that it’s easy to push your buttons and that–“

He roughly grabs your hips before you can go on, pulling you so close you struggle to breathe. “Hey, watch it, you little minx.”

“It’s all stuff that I love about.” You smile as you wrap your hands around his neck. “I wouldn’t want you to be any different.”

That lures an almost shy smile out of him. He kisses you before you can tease him, slow, languid, the kind of drawn-out kiss that you usually share when you’re snuggled up in bed. After a while he presses in harder, tongue sliding into your mouth. You sink into his arms, relent to his efforts. It’s clear that he’s trying to make you so dizzyingly kiss-drunk that you forget your sass.

“Please,” he says once you break away. “Just stay here with me. We can do this all day, baby, we can do even better things.”

“Liar. Not all day.”

“Well, when I’m not on stage.”

“Hmmmmm. Maybe I need another to be fully convinced.”

He playfully rolls his eyes, but indulges you, giving you another slow kiss. “So insatiable. How do you want to go another month without this, huh?”

“I don’t. But what if we can’t?”

“Did you listen to anything I just said?”

“Yes, but you can’t actually burn something down.”

He raises his brows and you smack his shoulder. “Dew.”

“Fine. But I’m asking and I will do whatever… legal… things I can do to convince them.”

“Okay, I can live with that.”

You lean into him, face against his neck, his hair tickling your skin in the way that makes your heart flutter without fail. He holds you so tight that you’re almost convinced anyone trying to separate you would have to use a crowbar. Not that they would be able to use one inside the narrow bunk bed.

You’re not sure how exactly you fell asleep, even less sure how you managed to stay asleep, but you wake up to Dew being gone. At first your immensely confused as to your surroundings, then you recognise the weird shaky movements as the driving of the bus. You feel like you’ve been hit by a brick – the kind of nap that makes you reconsider several life choices. But you climb out of bed, making your way down the hall to the seating area on wobbly legs.

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Half an hour of intense bickering, mostly on Dew’s part.

You’re tempted to just squeeze our ears shut because of course everyone on the bus has an intense opinion on you staying here on tour with them. The public opinion right now is that you should just stay, fuck Sister’s opinion and do what you want. sPapa is the voice of reason, making phone calls to the abbey, trying to reach Sister who seems to be so busy today that you’ve been left hanging in the line for minutes now.

“She can’t make you go back if you don’t want to, you have free will,” Dew says. “And even more importantly I have free will and what I want is the law.”

“That’s exactly how it works,” Sunshine says, grinning at you.

Papa who sits at the other end of the bus, trying to reach some semblance of quiet for his calls, suddenly speaks up and everyone stops in their tracks. “Yes, yes, hi? Oh, okay, eh… sì, sì. I will let them know, yes. Thank you, sis. Yes, of course. See ya, yeah. Stay well, okie-dokie?”

He hangs up and jumps from his seat. “Good news, little lovebirds.”

“Good news?” Dew half-yells.

“Sister said your little amore can stay. Let me speak–” Papa says, stopping Dew who was about to jump on you in his tracks, then he turns to you. “She wants you to document what’s going on for the clergy newsletter. Like a… remote work kind of situation. She says you can’t think she will grant you a month-long holiday distracting the ghouls without some contribution to the… eh, success of the project.”

“But they already have real photographers here,” you argue. You have been taking photos for the clergy newsletter at home sometimes, writing a few articles here and there, but on tour they had the professionals.

“Behind the scenes kind of thing,” he explains. “The stuff the public doesn’t get. For ministry use only so the other Siblings feel like it makes sense that you are here and it’s not just a favor.”

“Oh okay,” you say, finally grasping what this means. “Yeah, sure. That works.”

Dew is already on you, restraint all but used, his mouth crashing onto yours before you can ask any more questions. You’re half-startled but kiss him back quickly, the other ghouls cheering around you as he fiercely continues to move his lips against yours. When you break away, you’re dizzy, everyone’s hand on your arms, trying to hug you. You do your best to reciprocate their affection, the reality of it all slowly settling. You can stay with Dew, you won’t have to go back and wait for him again.

“See, I told you I always get what I want,” Dew whispers, pulling you into his lap on one of the seats.

You smile. “And without arsen nor murder!”

“Murder?” Papas asks, then shakes his head. “You know what? I don’t even want to know. Now I can finally go play games on my phone and you leave me in peace, yes? We stop by a mall later so everyone make sure you have a partner to go with and NO, no one gets an exception. I won’t lose one of you again only to find you naked in a fountain with people making tiky-toky videos of you trying to eat the fish.”

“Rain, he means you–” Aether whispers, earning him a nudge to the ribs that makes him hiss.

Papa just sighs and rolls his eyes, bringing one hand up to massage his temples. “By Satan, why do I keep doing this to myself?”

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A few hours later, on your way to yet another hotel, you stop by the huge mall just as primed. It’s not as much a fun trip as a necessity for you at this point, considering you only packed for five days and not a whole month. But the ghouls are hyped up anyway, like kids on a field trip, and pile out of the bus in their human glamour with so much excitement that it’s catching.

The thing is, you and Dew have never been anywhere together outside of the abbey. Staying in a hotel and getting breakfast in a diner have already been special. But now, walking around a mall with him, hand in hand, his now very clawless fingers laced with yours, is so domestic, so beautifully normal, that it makes your heart beat twice as fast.

As it turns out, Dew is not scared of PDA even outside of the abbey because he simply does not care what any of the humans around you think. He is also not very concentrated on completing the list of necessities you’ve written beforehand but gets distracted by anything that catches his interest. Most of all, though, he’s really focused on you, pointing out things in shop windows, kissing you randomly, so very clearly showing you he’s happy you’re there.

Eventually, you manage to grab all the toiletries and a few basic clothing articles you need.

Then you pass an absolutely exaggerated candy store and Dew gets you all his favorites that he discovered while on tour. As you explore more of the mall, you munch on sweet and crunchy treats, taking in all the new things you would never find at home.

Several stores later, Dew suddenly stops, nearly making you stumble.

“What?”

“You haven’t kissed me in two minutes,” he complains.

“I kissed you like ten seconds ago.”

“No, you didn’t?”

“I didn’t?”

“No that one was too short, doesn’t count.”

“It totally counts.”

“No. You said you love how clingy and needy I am, deal with it.”

“Ohhh.” You smirk and let him pull you close, wrap your arms around his neck. “We should have just stayed in and skipped the mall.”

His hands find your ass. “Well, you needed to get clothes. Even though I’m still not sure what for.”

“Because you’re so obsessed with me you won’t let me go back.”

At that he smirks. “Ah, yea, I’m absolutely the only obsessed one here. Not the needy woman who woke me up in the middle of the night to fuck for the fourth time.”

“Because you kept rubbing against me in your sleep.”

“Keep telling yourself that, baby. It’s fine.”

“Awww, I’m sure it was horrible for you.”

He whimpers. “It was awful. I suffered for you.”

You smack his shoulder and he laughs, finally leaning in to kiss you. It’s not the most glamorous location to make out in, but you deepen the kiss anyway, too enamoured with him and his beautiful smile. He still tastes like candy but it’s odd not to feel his forked tongue or his fangs on your lips, no tail wrapping around your leg. You slide your hands down to his butt and into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him closer. He moans.

When you eventually break away, you can’t help but grin.

Dew does too when he takes your hand and pulls you with him, walking down another row of stores you haven’t heard of. You definitely have to get more underwear and it’s a struggle not to let the ghoul by your side convince you to get some of the fancy lingerie. But you’re out for necessities, so you go for the simple multi-packs and look for ones that don’t cost a fortune.

In the end, you get a set of red lace lingerie anyway after having him whisper in your ear how he’s going to take it off of you in exquisite detail. Once you’re out of the store, you’re ready for lunch and so you go looking for something to eat.

On your way, you pass by a seating area with a bunch of rides for kids. There’s no one there apart from a mother with her little son who’s having the time of his life on a coin operated horse that’s neighing every few seconds. You also pass a bunch of vending machines for toys and sweets. You don’t really care about them but then you spot a gumball machine at the very end.

You stop in your tracks, effectively stopping Dew with you. “Aw, look, there’s rings inside!”

He furrows his brow. “Rings? Why is that exciting?”

“People get their loved one a ring like that. It’s a cheesy thing, really, but kinda sweet.”

“Should I get you one?”

“A ring?”

“Yes?”

You frown. “Dew… you know why they get those rings?”

“As a promise to love them forever. Because rings are eternal, right?”

He’s not looking at you but scanning the contents of the machine. One of his hands is lifted, finger moving up and down as he counts how many of the plastic balls he’d have to get for the desired content. His words ring in your ears, echo in your mind. As a promise to love them forever.

You struggle to speak normally, voice threatening to quiver any second. “Yes. I mean, usually to propose and marry but I guess that’s the… the idea behind it. To be together forever.”

“Cool, so, should I get you one, then? I don’t know how marrying works, but I think being together forever sounds neat.” He looks from the machine to your red, puffy eyes that are trying to hold back tears. “What’s up?”

The lump in your throat makes it hard to answer. “You want to… you want to love me forever?”

“Of course I do.” He furrows his brow, lifts his hands up to cup your face. “What’s the issue? You look like you’re about to cry.”

“I don’t know,” you lie. In fact, you’re overwhelmed by how easy this comes to him, by how naturally he assumes you’re going to be together for so long. For eternity.

He smiles like he’s seeing right through you. “What, you still think I’m just messing around with you? That I don’t mean it?”

You shrug, face all scrunched up in emotion. Dew just lets out an aw and then he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he gently runs his hand over your back. He feels perfect, like he always does, and it’s the type of hug you never want to end. But the real issue is that this whole conversation stirred something inside of you that you can’t quite place, an intense, all-consuming feeling.

“Baby, when I say I love you, you need to know that I mean it,” he says. “You’re my everything. To me you’re it, my favorite person, and of course I want you forever.”

“You know forever for you means something different than for me?” you whisper into his neck, barely able to face the words.

„Do you think I won’t find your soul in the afterlife?“

Your heart shatters and puts itself back together at those words. You haven’t really thought too much about that before but now you have an idea why this feels like such a heavy admission. It makes you sob, cry like a baby.

“Oh, hey.” Dew tries to break away, to take a look at you, but you hold onto to him with all your strength. “Baby.”

You fight him and he relents, lets you cling to him and hide the mess on your face.

His voice is soft when he speaks. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.”

“So, good tears?”

“Yes, very good.”

“Okay.” He strokes your back, one of his hands sliding under your shirt for some skin contact. His fingertips feel hot against your spine, tickling your skin. But it grounds you, slowly drying the tears. When you break away, Dew wipes your cheeks, cradling your face in his slender hands.

“You okay?” he asks, worry written on his face. “I haven’t seen you cry so much ever. Are you sure this is all what you want?”

“Dew. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. So much. But it’s okay if…. I don’t know, if this is too much. Forever is a lot, especially for a human, I get it.”

“No, it’s… it’s all I could ever want. I just… I didn’t think I’d ever have it.”

He smiles softly, leans in for a gentle but firm kiss. “Well, you do. I won’t go anywhere, better get used to my pesky ass.” That makes you smile and as always, he grins at that. “My pretty girl.”

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s true, you are.” He kisses your forehead, lips lingering for just a second longer than usual. “Imma get you that ring now.”

He takes your hand in his and places a coin in the machine with the other, turning the lever around. It takes him three tries to get the ring out that he wants. It’s a gold one with a red stone, obviously, and he adjusts it to your size until it fits snuggly onto your ring finger.

Then he looks at it, runs his finger over the plastic stone. “So, this is cheap as fuck.”

You laugh. “Yeah, but it’s cute.”

“Why do people get them if they suck?”

“Well…” You shrug. “It shows that it’s not about the material value. But the meaning behind it.”

Dew scoffs. “But it won’t last long. Not forever, at least.”

You take his hand in yours, letting them hang loosely between your bodies. “It doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t want you to get me an expensive one for the gesture alone.”

“Wouldn’t be fore the gesture,” he says. “It would show everyone you’re mine. Isn’t that the purpose? Everyone sees you’re spoken for?”

“I think they’re aware I’m yours by now.” You laugh, thinking about all the times he nearly bit someone’s head off for flirting with you. “But we can think about it. You’d have to wear one, too.”

“Oh, really?”

You falter. “I mean… only if you want, obviously. It’s not like we’re really getting married, so it’s more symbolic.”

Dew frowns. “I don’t really get that.”

“It would only be a legal thing humans do, which… I don’t think would work with a ghoul. But I don’t really care about it,” you explain. “We can do our promises just to ourselves. I think I would like that.”

“Sweet.” He smiles. “So we’ll just swear to love each other forever and wear matching rings?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think there’s a store here somewhere that sells better ones?”

You smile to yourself. “I bet.”

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Half an hour later, sweaty, tired and feet aching but so incredibly happy, you climb back onto the bus. Almost everyone is already back, opening bags to assess all their new possessions. You’re barely fully inside before you’re cornered and pulled onto a seat right next to the ghoulettes. Sunshine holds up a new top that she bough but you don’t have any time to admire it before your attention is directed to Cirrus, who grabs your arm and lifts it up high.

“Hey, what’s that on your finger?”

“A ring.”

She squints. “That’s new.”

“Yea, um… we just got them.”

“We?” Swiss asks, joining in.

“Dew got one, too.”

The multi ghoul whistles at Dew who just joined you as well. “So, what? You got married in a mall? We’re not even in Vegas.”

“Not married, we just got matching rings,” you explain. “As a promise.”

“Ohhh, look at our little fire ghoul, he’s gone all soft,” Swiss teases. “He’s a little softie now. A sweet little marshmallow. I bet I can squish you between my fingers.”

Dew scowls, eyes narrowed to slits. “Say that again.”

“What if I do?”

“I’ll–“

“Stop it. I have an important question, “Aether interrupts. Everyone turns to look at him. “Can I be the best man?”

Dew sighs. “We’re not getting married. Can everyone calm down?”

“Well, now that you’re wearing rings you’re practically married, right?” Cumulus asks.

“I agree,” Sunshine says. “I think that counts. You put rings on each other’s fingers, that’s practically all humans do as well.”

“Congrats.” Aether takes Dew’s hand and shakes it exaggeratedly. “I’m so proud. I mean, technically, I think I was the one who got you two together. So really, you should thank me.”

“Hey, I gave him super helpful advice too,” Swiss says. “So I think I deserve a thanks as well.”

“You deserve a headbutt,” Dew says. “You gave the worst advice ever. It’s a surprise she chose to date me at all.”

“That says more about you than me, though,” Swiss argues.

You sigh, leaning back in your seat. Dew notices and flips Swiss off before squeezing himself between Cirrus and you. With his arm wrapped around you, you start to feel the exhaustion of today finally settling in your bones. So much happened and yet you feel oddly at peace. The next few weeks will be stressful and exciting, tour always is according to Dew, but you can’t wait to finally experience it all with him, eat red velvet donuts, buy stupid things in stores, share snacks and hotel beds and just… be with the ghoul you love more than anything.

“I love you, you little menace,” you whisper against his shirt collar, pressing a kiss to his neck.

He shudders at the contact, squeezing you closer. “I love you, too, little minx. Can’t wait to spend the rest of forever with you.”

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Thanks for reading! This concludes that little series. I’m sorry it took me so long to write for these two again. I really didn’t want to leave this out in the open for so long. In any case, I hope you enjoyed ♡

#dewdrop x reader #dewdrop fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #ziplocked love #dewdrop x female reader #sodo x Reader #sodo fanfiction

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namelessbutters-doodles · 1 year

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He Wants It...No..He Needs It.

‘‘Today is Not My Fucking Day’‘

‘‘OH IT’S DEFINITLEY NOT MY FUCKING DAY!’‘

Dew Angrily Mutters To Himself As He Throws And Kicks Stuff Around His Room Almost Breaking Some of Things He Holds Dearly To His Fiery Heart. Any Day He Would Be Careful Trying not to Break Anything In His Path But After The Day He Had Today He Doesn’t Care and Is At His Limit.

Even Waking Up In The Morning, He Felt It Was Going to Bad Today But He Didn’t Expect How it’ll Go For Him Leading Him To Where He Is Now.

From Stepping On A Thumbtack To Being Electrocuted By A Loose Wire In Band Practice, Being Teased By Swiss, It Shouldn’t Have Bothered him But it Did. Getting His Pants Caught In the Door, Being Chewed Out By Imperator For One Thing That Wasn’t Even His fault. Anything That Should Have Gone Right Today Went So Utterly Bad For Him As More Terrible Yet Utterly Humiliatingly Things Happen As Well.

In His Violent Anger, He Plops Down In the Mess He Created During His Massive Meltdown Rocking Himself Back And Forth Pressuring Himself To Calm Down But That’s Not Even Helping As The Thoughts In His Own Mind Start to Bother Him.

Not Even Safe From His Mind Today Too.

He’s Looks Anywhere Trying to Make His Mind off Track But Looking At Mess He created, There Piling In Fast.

‘‘Stupid’‘

‘‘Couldn’t Even Do It Right’‘

‘‘That Was Surrrre Electrifying Dew, Watcha Trying To do?’‘ Become A Glitch, Hehhehe.’‘

Dew Covers Himself With His Hands, Starting To Shake As He Rocks and Back Forth Faster Breaking Down More Little By Little Causing His Room To Heat Up.

‘‘You Sure Aren’t A Water Ghoul?’‘

‘‘You Still Have The Blue Eye There.’‘

‘‘Ghoul Stop Being Useless and Get Back To Work.’‘

‘‘Look All I Am Saying is That Aether Doesn’t Deserve To Be With a Ghoul Like You.’‘

The Room Heats Up, Nails Digging Into To His Skin

‘‘Why Would I Spend A Night With Dew, I’m Pretty Sure He’s Terrible In Bed.’‘

Nails Digging In More Starting to Bleed As Well.

‘‘You Look Awful Today’‘

‘‘I’m Sorry If I Sound Mean But I Think You were Better Looking As a Water Ghoul Without The Afflictions’‘

‘‘Hey Weren’t You The Ghoul Ifri-

He slams The Back of His Head Against The Floor Just Try Somethin, Anything To Make It Not Caring If it Hurts Himself. Looking Up Directly At The Ceiling While Laying Spread Out On The Floors. His Disastrous Thoughts Stopping As The Pain Inflicted He Did Him Self Cease.

‘‘Well That Helped...’‘ He Mumbled Staring up At The Ceiling, Feeling Headache Coming Now. Making Him Whimper. He Side Eyes Taking In The Destruction Of His Room That Was Once Tidy And Cleaned Up Now A Crappy Room, Objects On the Ground Luckily Not Broken, A Hole In The Hall, The Mirror Shattered In Many Pieces. His Bed All Ruined And Bunch Other Things He did Around Him Starting To Bother Him Even More Than Before.

The Heat In The Room Has Died Down As He Tries Not Make Himself More Frustrated and Upset Not Wanting To Look Even More Pathetic Than He Is Now. A Few Minutes Pass By Consisting Of Teeth Grinding Against Each Other and Tail Thumping Against the Floor While Dew Attempts To Figure out What To do To Make Stop Feelin Like This. Want The Day To Be Over, Wanting to Fall Asleep Not Worrying About Tomorrow, Wanting To Be Cuddled and Possibly Intimate with...Someone.

Wanting to Let Go From The Day He Had Today.

To Be Embraced, Kissed, Pressed Up Against Someone As They Make Him Come Undone As They Grant Him The Pleasure He Needs. To Be In Someone’s As They Praise Him And Call Him The Most Sweetest Yet Things A Few Ghouls Had Called Him When Being Intimate.

He Wants it....No..

HE NEEDS IT.

He Goes Over What Ghouls He needs to Let Go With:

Aether? No He’s Out Today With Copia.

Swiss? Not After The Thing He Said Today.

Rain? Maybe But No He Spending Time With The Girls Teaching Them His New Water Techniques From A Old Book He read From. He Doesn’t Want To Interrupt Them.

That Only Leave One Person, The Gentle Yet Tall Giant Named Mountain. He Isn’t Busy Today, Mountain Been Checking On Him to Make Sure He’s Alright When Something Had Happened Today, Glancing at Dewdrop Not Noticing The Looks Dew Gives Him Back After. Appreciating the Help Dew Provides When Attending The Green House or Helping Dew Back When He Gets in trouble or Sometimes Being Bratty To Surprise Dew More.

Dew Purrs At the Thought Of Mountain Being Bratty, Always Managing To Learn How Or What Makes Mountain Do The Things He Strangely Does In This Confusing All But Fascinating World Everything Revolves Around Of. He Hopes When He See’s Mountain He Just Doesn’t Start Bawling His Eyes, Not Wanting To Look More Worse Now Also Thinking That Mountain Might Say Something Will Make The Day Even More Worse.

‘’Breaths in, Breaths Out’’

‘’I Can Do This.’’ Dewdrop Sighs, Getting Up From Hard Floor Heading Straight Outside Leaving His Door Wide Opened, Not Caring About The State of His Room or Worrying If Someone See’s It, No the Only Thing On His Mind is

Letting Go...With Mountain By His Side Tonight.

He Marches Thru The Halls Of The Abbey, Glad No Sibling Or Ghoul Around To See The Fire Ghoul March like He’s On Mission Judging By The Way He Walks and Looks. It’s Long Way To Mountain’s Room Due to All New Things Put In Place By There Clergy, Mountain Decided To Move Rooms Due to The Lack Of Space and Of Course His Height Gaining a Bigger Bedroom In The Process That’ll Seem Fit For A King Or Queen.

Things are Going Smoothly For the Fire Ghoul as He Gets Closer To Destination But Alas His Thoughts Are Going After Him Again.

Thoughts Becoming Stronger As he Practically Sprints Just to Get Away, His Mind Torturing, Running Even Faster Feeling His Lungs Burn Not Stopping For A Quick Break While His Own Mind Consumes Him Like A Prisoner. He Runs and Runs, Legs Hurting, Headache Pounding More, More Out of Breath, Holding on to His Goal Of Letting Go.

He Makes it.

Landing Directly In Front of Mountain’s Door, Heavy Breathing, All Sweaty, Lung Burnings. Taking The Quick Breaks He Needs In Order for this Work. He Lifts Himself Up Using The Big Pot of Flowers Right Beside Him. Standing Up, Breathing Slowly But Heavily Now He Looks Up At Door now. Too Tired Or Exhausted He’s About to Knock But One Of His Thoughts Interrupts Him.

‘‘Is This A Mistake?’‘

‘‘What If He Laughs?’‘

‘‘You Don’t Ne-’‘

‘‘Fuck it.’‘ Dewdrop Says as He Knocks On The Door Ignoring His Trouble Some Thoughts With His Horn Too Exhausted to Use His Hands From The Long Run He Just Did. He Hears Movement Coming From the Room, Drawers Being and Items Being Placed Down.

‘‘Dammit, Bus-’‘ Dew Almost Says Before Mountain Opens The Door Wearing A Fluffy Blue Robe With A Green And Red Tint Mixed In, His Hair Up In A Bun, Skin Looking Radiant As Ever. Mountain Is Like A Angel Who’’ll Protect You From The Dangers If Needed.

‘‘Hello Droplet, Nice To See You.’‘ Dew Stiffens At The Old Nickname He Hadn’t Heard In A Very Long Time. He Hopes Mountain Didn’t See That But He Did.

‘‘What’s Wrong?” Mountain Questioned as He Looks At the Fire Ghoul. The Fire Ghoul Starts to Tremble As He can Feel His eyes Start to Water.

‘‘Did Your Day Ge-OOOF!’‘ Dewdrop Immediately Goes Into Mountain’s Chest Starting To Ramble And Bawl His eyes at How Everything Went Wrong and How His Mind Won’t Stop Torturing Him. Hugging Mountain Tighter, Getting His Robe Wet his Tears Crying Harder. Mountain Rubs Dew’s Head, Hugging Him letting Him Let All Out, Rubbing His Back soothingly.

‘‘i-m so-sorry’‘

‘‘Sorry, For What My Dear’‘

‘‘C-’’sniffles-Coming Here Cryi-’‘

‘‘It’s okay To Cry Dew, Let it Out.’‘

He Looks Up At Mountain, Eyes Red And Puffy he Cries More, Mountain Picks Him Up and Carries Him Shutting The Door So They Can Have Privacy.

Mountain Goes Directly to The Edge Of His Bed, Almost Placing the Distraught Ghoul Down But is Quickly Stopped By Dew Pleas.

‘‘Don’t Put M-m-Me Down Plz...’‘

‘‘Let Me Be Just Be In Your Arms...’‘

Mountain Lets Him Stay in His Arms, Sitting Down On The Edge Holding The Weeping Fire Ghoul While Moments of Sniffling and Bawling Happens.

Few Moments Go By and Dewdrop No Tears Left to Cry is Laying On Mountain’s Thigh While Mountain Pets His Head Softly Feeling Content Now And Mind A Bit Clearer Now Than Before. Mountain Rubs His Back Again Softly to Help Him a Bit.

‘‘Better?’‘ Mountain Asked, Looking Down At Dew.

‘‘A Little.’‘ Dew Mutters, Not Wanting to Move At this Moment’‘

They Go Like For A Few More Minutes, Dewdrop is Feeling More and More Better.

‘‘How Bad Was It Today?’‘

....

‘‘That Bad, Huh?’‘

Dewdrop Nods, Not Wanting To Speak, His Throat Raw From His Breakdown.

‘‘What Do You Need Me To Do, Dear Ember?

....

Moments Of Silence Pass

Dewdrop Looks Up at Mountain All Lovingly

He Speaks

‘‘I Want You To Make Me Let go.’‘

‘‘How?’‘

‘‘In Your Own Way Please...’‘

Clothes Are Scattered In Matter Of Seconds, Laying On The Floor, Dewdrop Lays Bare On His Back On The Bed. Mountain Preparin Him and Himself Knowing How This Night Will go. He Doesn’t Teases Him Like He Usually Does Or Roughs Him Up, He Kisses the Tender Spots, The Scars, Feeling The Fur Against Him. Clicking there Horns Together, Tails Intertwining.

Mountain Goes Thru The Gentle Foreplay To Make This Experience More Better and Gentle as He too Wants To Let Go With Dew.

‘‘Lights On Or Off?’‘

‘‘On.’‘

‘‘Anything Else, Ember?’‘

‘‘No.’‘

Mountain’s On Top Looking Directly Down Dew’s Flushed Face.

‘‘Your Sure?’‘

‘‘I’m Sure...Please...’‘

Just...

‘‘What, Sweetie?’‘

‘’Make Love to Me’’

Mountain Leans Down Kissing Dew, Embracing Him as He Pushes in gently.

He Cradles Dew’s Head In His Arms.

‘’I’ll Love Too, My..

‘’Fire Lily’’.

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