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sentientgolfball · 20 days

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request some Rain/Dew fic, please? Maybe something with Daddy Rain?😈

If you are okay with it ofc!! If not, please feel free to ignore this request.:)

Took me a second to figure out something for this but once I did it hit me like a fucking truck oh boy

Have some soft daddy kink stuff with Raindrop

It’s not often Dew comes to Rain with this request. He usually runs to Aether or Mountain, someone much bigger than him so he can feel small. So that’s why when Dew slipped into his room, tail hanging limply between his legs and fidgeting with his claws, Rain was caught off guard. For a second he thought something had happened, Dew’s never this docile when he comes to Rain’s room. Even when he’s just in the mood for a good cuddle he has more energy than this. When it slipped from Dew’s mouth he had looked up at Rain with timidness, like he’d say no and send him on his way. As if Rain could ever say no to him.

“Is that what you want? You wanna be my little baby boy?” Rain got up from his desk, stalking over to Dew with a dark look in his eye.

Dew flinched back as he approached, his hair falling out of place where it was tucked behind a pointed ear to cover his face. Rain stopped in his tracks when he saw it.

“Dew?”

“Not like that. I don’t want that, I need…”

Rain closed the little distance that remained, gently cupping his hand to his cheek and tilting his head up. He tensed at the look in Dew’s eyes trying not to show his surprise.

“What do you need baby?”

Dew opens and closes his mouth searching for the words. It’s never been easy for him to ask for this brand of softness. He would never admit how much he craved it, more so than his typical hard and fast style.

“I wanna…can you just take care of me?”

Rain hums and smiles before leaning in and planting a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, “Of course I can baby. Daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

Dew practically whimpers when the word leaves Rain’s mouth. He leans into the hand still cupping his cheek, nuzzling against his palm before placing a quick kiss to the skin. Rain slowly drags his hand up to the back of his head, gently scratching his scalp with the very tips of his claws. He places his other hand at the side of Dew’s neck. There’s no pressure, no squeeze, just a gentle weight as he rubs his thumb soothingly over his jaw. He does this until all the tension melts from Dew’s body, a contented little purr rumbling through his chest.

“Just relax, I’ve got you baby boy.”

Rain slides both of his hands over Dew’s shoulder, down his sides, rubbing small circles into his hips before gently pulling his shirt off. He kisses every inch of newly exposed skin, affirmations of love and devotion dripping from his mouth. Rain slips to his knees as lithe fingers pop the button on Dew’s pants. Once he’s fully undressed, Rain kisses his hips and down his thighs. He smiles when he feels his cock kick next to his face with every honey coated word.

“Please daddy please I need it.”

“I know baby boy” Rain places a kiss right under his belly button “go get comfortable and I’ll give it to you.”

Dew does as he’s told, hopping into Rain’s bed and positioning his nest of pillows and blankets the way he likes. Rain makes quick of underdressing himself. Normally he’d go slow, giving a little show with each piece of clothing he threw to the floor, but not now. Not when Dew needed him.

He climbed into bed, slotting himself between Dew’s legs. He leans down, capturing him in a deep kiss. It's slow, lazy, as Rain gently molds his mouth to Dew’s and sucks his bottom lip. He parts for only a moment.

“I love you” Rain whispers against his lips before pressing back together.

Dew whines and he uses it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. He licks at him gently, pressing their tongues together just to taste him. Dew threads a hand into his hair and holds tight when Rain starts to trail his kisses from the corner of his mouth down to his collarbone. He can feel Dew start to shake when he laves over the scars where his gills used to be. Rain draws soothing circles into his hips as he slides lower.

“Shhh baby boy I’ve got you. Daddy’s got you.”

“Daddy please wanna feel you. Need to feel you please.”

Rain doesn’t waste a second more, sliding his hands down Dew’s body. He lifts one of his legs over his hip before probing the tip of a finger against his hole. He’s not totally shocked to find Dew wet, his leftover water usually making its appearance when his mind is elsewhere. He doesn’t spend much time opening him up, just each to be able to take him without discomfort, both for his and Dew’s benefit. Rain can barely focus with the chorus of little whines falling from Dew’s mouth with every brush of fingertips against his prostate.

Rain slides up to sit on his knees, staring down at Dew. He can’t help but think about how beautiful he looks like this, flushed pink down to his chest with his blonde hair splayed around him like a halo. The crease in his eyebrows is gone, eyes half lidded and hazy. He only ever looks this relaxed when he’s asleep and Rain’s heart clenches knowing it was him who got Dew like this.

He reaches between them and jacks himself with his slick covered hand a few times before guiding the head of his cock to Dew’s waiting hole. He leans forward, planting both hands on either side of Dew’s head. He captures him in a deep kiss as he pushes into him. Dew gasps, legs instinctively wrapping around Rain’s hips when he feels the head slip inside.

“That’s it baby, taking me so well.”

Once Rain bottoms out he doesn’t move right away, giving the slight ghoul a moment to adjust. When he gives an experimental thrust, Dew’s eyes slip all the way shut as he sighs softly. Rain kisses along his throat and thrusts into him again, setting a steady pace. It’s not hard or fast, a sweet grind of hips that deliciously drags his entire length against his prostate that has Dew babbling. Little cries of please daddy spilling from his lips. Rain’s not entirely sure what he’s asking for and neither does Dew.

“I’m right here baby” Rain places a gentle hand on Dew’s stomach “I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s practically clinging to Rain at this point. His legs are wrapped around his hips making it nearly impossible for him to pull all the way out. He has his arms wrapped tight around his head and shoulders to keep pressed into his neck. Rain holds him just as tight, arms keeping him held as close as he physically can. Neither of them dare to let the other go.

When Rain’s hips stutter in their pace Dew whines, “Wanan cum with you, please daddy, touch me.”

Rain groans and slides his hand between them, wrapping his hand around Dew’s cock. Dew’s grip around his waist loosens and he’s able to pick up the pace just a bit. He jacks him in time with each thrust, twisting his fist over his head before sliding down and squeezing lightly at the base. He can hear Dew’s whines grow higher in pitch and he knows he’s close. He presses their lips together again and whispers.

“I love you baby, you’re so good to me. So good for daddy.”

That’s all it takes to get Dew to arch off the bed as much as he can with Rain’s weight on top of him. He spills all over Rain’s hand and up his stomach, clenching hard around his dick. The sweet pressure is enough to send Rain over his own edge, grinding his hips against Dew as he cums deep inside of him.

The pants into each other's mouths, taking the air that belongs there and replacing it with their own. Neither of them let go, content to stay as close as possible. Rain flips them over so Dew is laying on top of him, pressing sweet kisses into his hair and muttering praise. Dew keeps his nose buried in his neck, drinking in his seafoam and petrichor scent.

When Rain finally goes soft enough to slip out of him, Dew whines at the loss. Rain squishes him closer to his chest.

“Wanna get cleaned up baby boy?”

Dew shakes his head, digging his claws into Rain’s back.

“Alright” Rain laughs “we’ll stay here as long as you want, love.”

They end up falling asleep like that, content and as close as they possibly can.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #the band ghost fic #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #raindrop ghost #golfball writes

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bodynblood666 · 6 months

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#thank you for coming to my ted talk #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #raindrop ghost

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mossbiin · 2 months

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winter days

#ghost band #ghost band fanart #the band ghost #ghost bc #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #raindrop ghost #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul

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dwritesit · 6 months

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good morning i cant stop thinking about this tattoo shop owner rain and flower shop owner dew who's shops are across the street from each other

might turn it into a 5+1 fic....

#the band ghost #rain is oblivious to dews flower language #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ddrawedit #the band ghost art #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #raindrop #raindrop ghost

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thenamelessfandom · 3 months

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lil collab with Hal, we like to collab >:) - Finn

#nameless ghouls #ghost ghouls #the band ghost #the nameless ghouls #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #raindrop ghost #ghesties

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cosmicghoulette · 2 months

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raindrop thingy

#raindrop ghost #the band ghost #fanart #ghost bc #art #fypシ #rain ghoul #tumblr fyp #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul

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ghostisun · 2 months

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combing through my gallery and stumbling across this one again hhhh the way dewdrop flings that guitar pick to choke rain is soooo !!!

#the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop #rain ghoul #raindrop ghost

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ghoulodont · 5 months

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Held at a Knife's Point

Dewdrop invites Rain on an unconventional date.

Relationship: Raindrop / Characters: Dewdrop, Rain Tags: Ear Piercing, Ghoul Lore (just a little), sweet & supportive Dew Words: 3511

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Dewdrop asks him as they’re cleaning up after a practice session that day, just the two of them in the instrument storage room.

“By the way, I’m going into the city tomorrow, want to come with me?”

The abbey’s locale meets most of their day-to-day retail needs, but for some things, more specialized purchases, they tend to go to the nearest major city. There’s a big record store they all like to browse, and a music store that stocks all sorts of gear that’s better tried in person.

“Sure,” Rain says. “Guitar pedals?”

“Getting my ear pierced.”

“Oh. Cool.”

“You could get one too, if you want.”

Rain reaches up and touches his own ear without any conscious intention. “I’ve never thought about it.”

“No pressure, you could come with me either way.”

“No, I mean, I’m just not sure what kind I would get.” Dew has a few piercings already, in a scattering of different places across his ears — a body part which is quite intricate, actually. It seems there might be dozens of possibilities. Rain runs his fingers over the loops and curves of his own, as of yet unaltered.

“I think you should get one here.” Dew reaches up and places his fingertip on a spot just inside the round inner hollow of Rain’s ear. If that hollow were a globe, a planet rotating on the long axis of his ear, Dew’s finger could be on its equator.

Rain puts his own finger there, nestled against Dew’s for a moment.

Dew pulls his hand away, then leans back a bit and watches Rain as if he’s visualizing, considering how it would look on him.

“Won’t it get in the way of the in-ear monitor?” Rain asks.

Dew hums thoughtfully. “I don’t think it will. You could always change the jewelry if it did, though. To something flat.”

Rain pinches his ear between his fingernails. It stings. He imagines what it would feel like if they went all the way through.

“You can get whatever you like, though.” Dew puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “You don’t have to get anything at all. It’s up to you.”

“What are you getting?”

“One that goes across, like this.” He pulls one hand back out of his pocket and drags his finger horizontally across the flat plane of Rain’s upper ear. Rain places his own fingers on that blank canvas of a space. His and Dew’s hands bump together. “Through..?”

“Here,” Dew gently pinches the rim of Rain’s ear between his fingertip and the pad of his thumb, above where it attaches to his head in the front, then a similar place on the opposite edge. “And here. The jewelry goes across.” He drags his finger horizontally again, connecting the two points.

“Oh.” Rain rolls the rim of his ear between his fingers. It’s fleshier, the cartilage thinner.

“You can think about it, yeah? No pressure or anything.”

He’ll think about it, sure, but he’s already made up his mind.

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Around noon the next day, the two of them board a train into the city. As it pulls out of the station, the trees and houses next to the tracks start to creep by, then accelerate faster and faster until Rain can’t focus his eyes on any single feature anymore. Once the train makes it far enough from the residential area, the trees fall away to reveal the slow-moving landscape beyond.

“Have you decided?” In the next seat over, Dew is watching out the window too.

“Yeah. I’m going to get what you suggested.”

“Nice.”

“By the way, are they going to notice...” Rain taps the pointed tip of his ear.

“Nah, just don’t mention it and she won’t say anything.”

“Really?”

Dew hums in assent. “It’s like the horns.”

“Even up close?”

“Yep. The power of confirmation bias or something.”

Despite whatever power that allows them to function in human society, be it mystical or psychological, Rain still feels skeptical. For a human to look directly at his ear, touch it, even alter it, seems riskier than going to the grocery store, or any other day-to-day activity he’s used to. But Dew has done this before, so it must be okay.

Their destination is a fifteen minute walk from the train station. Dew knows the way without any maps or directions. They pass restaurants and cafes, department stores, shops selling clothes and furniture. Eventually they arrive at an unassuming storefront — a door listing operating hours next to a single display window, set into brown stone. Dew pushes open the door and holds it for Rain to follow behind.

Inside, a woman behind a display case greets them. Rain finds himself distracted by his surroundings while Dew talks to her. The store is bright, artificial light compensating for the cloudy weather and shadows of buildings through the window. It’s neat, too, orderly and immaculately clean, every surface polished and free of dust. The ambiance is something between high end retail and a dentist’s office.

“Do you have time for a walk-in?” Dew places his hand on Rain’s upper arm. Rain smiles politely as he’s being displayed.

“Of course.”

Dew seems to have some sort of ability to get things he wants. He doesn’t beg or argue, at least not in this context — he might pout lightheartedly in private, with Rain, with the other ghouls, but that’s the extent of it. When he isn’t pulling his punches, he just asks for things directly with a high rate of success.

The woman turns to Rain. “What are you thinking of getting?”

“Oh, um—” He points to the spot on his ear that Dew pressed his finger against yesterday. If he really focuses on it, he can still feel the heat there. “Just here.”

“Great. For your jewelry, you can pick from any of these,” she says, tapping a fingernail on one of the glass cases between them. “Or any of the ones over there, if you’re looking for something fancier.”

Of course, standing in the middle of what he now understands to be a very specialized jewelry store, he should have anticipated this would be part of the process, but it still catches him off guard. All of Dew’s jewelry is plain silver, little round beads and hoops. It would seem he always skips this step.

Rain peers into the case in front of him. Within it are rows and rows of gems and charms, arranged in orderly grids on stark display stands. There are faceted jewels in a rainbow of colors, all kinds of decorative metal shapes, intricate designs, gold and silver, large and small and every size in between. His head spins.

A cloudy gray-green stone, smooth and round and flecked with black, catches his eye where it’s lined up amid other natural-looking options. It gleams, almost iridescent, blue and bronze, when he moves his head.

He points with one finger against the glass. “The gray one.”

She reaches in through the back of the case and pulls out the display stand. She points at the stone. “This one?”

Rain nods.

She plucks it from its slot on the stand. It glints again under the LED ceiling fixtures, reflecting light from within, like an animal’s eye, a deer in the headlights.

Before she disappears into the back of the shop to prepare things, she hands them each a form on a clipboard. The two of them sit next to each other on a leather couch and fill out their names and demographic details, and confirm their willingness to participate by signing at the bottom of the page. It barely takes a fraction of the time that she’s gone, leaving them waiting and unoccupied. Rain taps his feet nervously. Dew bumps their shoulders together.

When the piercer returns, she leads them into a smaller room with a counter along one side and a black padded table in the center. It’s windowless, but just as bright as the front, and just as clean.

“Whoever is going first, you can have a seat up here.” She gestures to the table.

Rain glances over at Dew, who is already looking at him, watching his face.

“Want me to..?” Dew speaks softly.

Rain nods. This will be a first for him either way.

Dew hops up onto the table. He folds his hands loosely in his lap. His boots dangle above the tile floor.

At the counter, the piercer peels open blue and white sterile envelopes with gloved hands and lets their contents fall onto a paper-lined tray table next to her. She picks supplies from drawers and sundry jars — gauze, alcohol wipes, a marker, a small cork like the kind used as a stopper for a bottle. She wheels the tray over to where Dew is sitting.

She scrubs his ear with alcohol, then marks two spots on it with a purple pen — the same two spots he showed Rain yesterday. She offers Dew a hand mirror. He examines his ear, holding the mirror off to the side, and then nods.

From her prepared supplies she picks up a needle, unadorned steel and intimidatingly thick, the broad teardrop shape of its beveled end clearly visible from a distance. With her other hand she picks up a cork. She lines them both up against Dew’s ear, the needle on one side and the cork on the other, framing one purple mark.

“Breathe in,” she tells Dew.

He complies, his chest rising slightly.

“Breathe out.”

He does, his chest sinking back down.

As soon as he begins to exhale, she presses the needle through his ear and into the cork on the other side. Dew doesn’t even blink. She slides a metal bar into the newly created hole in his ear, using it to push the end of the needle all the way through.

She repositions the cork and the needle on either side of the second purple mark and repeats the same process — inhale, exhale, needle, jewelry. She screws a metal ball on each end of the bar, which is now threaded through both sides of his upper ear.

“All set.” She peels off her gloves.

Dew hops down from the table and checks out his ear in a large mirror hanging on the wall. The bar is longer than the width of flesh that it spans, sticking out a bit on either side. The entire top half of his ear is pink. It clearly looks new, fresh, but conceptually it fits in well with the other metal there. In time, once those indications of newness dissipate, it will look like it’s always been there, just like the rest.

Dew returns to where Rain is standing, off to the side of the table, out of the way.

“Ready?” The piercer is putting on a new pair of gloves.

Rain is the one who is supposed to be ready. He doesn’t feel ready, but time is moving forward on its own. He sits on the padded table, now in Dew’s place, with Dew where Rain was before, their positions swapped.

When the piercer brings over the tray, it has the same things as it did for Dew’s piercing — gauze, alcohol, a marker, a cork, a needle. She tips Rain’s head slightly with her gloved hands and draws a dot on his ear with the marker.

She passes him the hand mirror. “Let me know if this looks good.”

He tries to imagine the purple dot replaced by a piece of metal and stone. He can’t really close the conceptual gap — it’s just a dot. Regardless, he nods.

“Great.” She picks up the needle and the cork.

Rain’s breath catches in his throat. The needle is so much bigger up close. He glances up at Dew and imagines standing where he is again. The distance isn’t far, but somehow it made a huge difference.

Dew steps forward and closes that distance without saying anything. He eases the mirror from Rain’s tight grip and places it on the table. Then he offers his own hand, palm up and welcoming, in its stead.

Even just the invitation is a relief, a logical and straightforward improvement to the situation that Rain wouldn’t have thought of by himself in this state. He takes Dew’s hand in a firm grip. It’s warm, and the pressure is grounding.

The piercer brings her hands to the side of his face. She’s working so close to his head he can’t see anything, only the blur of her glove in his peripheral vision and her expression of concentration off to his side.

“Breathe in,” she instructs.

Rain can feel the sharp tip of the needle where she places it against his skin, just resting there lightly, painlessly. He knows what’s going to happen. He breathes in.

“Breathe out.”

He breathes out.

More than pain, there’s pressure. And more than pressure, there’s sound — a loud pop, almost a crunch, of the needle penetrating his cartilage.

She takes something from the table nearby and performs what he assumes must be the same dance between needle and jewelry as she did for Dew. He still can’t see what’s happening, only hear the rustle of nitrile as her fingers move.

Dew gives his hand one tight squeeze and then releases it.

“Feeling okay?”

“Yeah.” Actually, he feels giddy. It’s unclear if it’s just from the sudden relief after a very long day of anticipating an impending unknown, or if it’s a rush of endorphins precipitated by the needle itself.

“Want to take a look?” She takes a step back and nods at the mirror on the wall. Her gloves snap as she peels them off.

Rain slides off the table and walks the two steps to the mirror. He leans in and tilts the side of his head toward it, holding his hair back with one hand. There, in the inner shell of his ear, right where he pointed to, and exactly where the purple mark was, is the gray-green stone from earlier. It shines when he tips his head just a few degrees.

He leans back, standing up normally. He realizes that his face, outside of his control, has composed itself into an expression of pleasant surprise, with his jaw dropped just slightly and his eyes bright. At this distance, the jewelry is subtle — not too flashy or too colorful or too large. He lets his hair fall the way it normally does, tucked partially behind his ear, and it’s barely noticeable until it glints with his motion.

Behind him, Dew is watching the mirror too.

The piercer leads them to the cash register at the front of the shop. Cool midday sun is shining through the window now, brightening the space even more. Rain pulls his wallet out of his pocket but Dew waves it away and taps his card on the reader before Rain has a chance to protest, or to see what the total is.

The piercer sees them off with a paper copy of the aftercare instructions for their piercings. Dew folds it neatly in thirds and slides it into an interior pocket of his jacket, and then the two of them set out for the train station.

They stop for ice cream on their way. It’s too early in the year for it, really; the sun warms the ground but there’s a petulant breeze in the cool air. Packed-down piles of plowed snow remain unmelted on street corners, tucked into alleys, at the end of the occasional parking lot, all dripping sluggishly onto damp asphalt. Sidewalks are littered with a crusty patchwork of the same.

Nevertheless, Rain’s eyes linger on the shop window as they walk by. The freezer case with its cheery selection of flavors, assorted colors in big tubs marked by little handwritten labels, is visible within. When he turns his head back towards the direction they’re walking, Dew’s eye contact tugs on him with an unspoken question. Both of their steps falter, and then they’re turning around.

A bell hanging from the door greets them with a hearty jingle as they step inside. The interior of the store is warm, almost stiflingly so, and empty of other customers. The syrupy smell of waffle cones is so dense it might as well be visible in the air, condensing near the ceiling in cotton candy clouds. Sweat forms on the back of Rain’s neck like liquid caramel beading on the surface of a torched crème brûlée. His limbs sag like pulled taffy.

After they make their selections and after Dew pays — for both of them, again, as if they’re on their first date instead of their hundredth, as if they’re counting, as if an ordinal number could represent an infinitesimal sum of continuous time — they file past bistro tables and metal chairs tucked along one wall and head back out the door, which bids them farewell with the same jingle.

The early springtime air is a refreshing contrast, freezing the sugary haze on their jackets and in their hair. They trade spoonfuls of ice cream while waiting at the crosswalk. Rain ducks his head down just slightly to reach Dew’s raised spoon. The traffic signal changes.

Rain’s ear is starting to ache now, pulsing out a nagging heat in time with his heartbeat. Without much forethought he places the cold ice cream cup, held in fingers that are rapidly becoming numb, against his ear. Immediately, he jerks it away with a sharp, involuntary inhale.

Dew chuckles. His eyes are warm, glimmering with a knowing spark.

“Ow,” is all Rain can think to say.

“Yeah,” Dew laughs. When he speaks again, he’s suddenly much more serious. “Not that bad though, right?”

Rain glances over and Dew is looking at him with his brow furrowed, and with the big, sad eyes that he can never quite replicate when he tries to as a joke. Rain considers how best to downplay his reaction. “It’s...” he starts, and finally settles on, “distracting.”

Dew nods once. He doesn’t say anything, nor does he provide any other indication of what he thinks about that.

A couple blocks later, he makes a sudden turn into a pharmacy.

“Wait, where—” Rain stutters as he follows his lead. Dew never mentioned making another stop.

“Just want to grab something.”

The two of them weave through a maze of aisles stocked with neat rows of medicines and first aid supplies and vitamins. Dew leads them to the selection of over-the-counter pain relievers. The thing Dew wanted to grab, apparently, is a package of ibuprofen, which he bends down to select from a lower shelf.

They return to the front of the store to check out. On the way, Dew grabs a bottle of water from behind the glass door of a refrigerator case. It swings closed with a snap.

Back outside, Dew pauses mere steps from the door. He slides open the flimsy cardboard flap of the ibuprofen box and pulls the blister pack of pills from within. He holds the plastic and foil sheet out towards Rain.

The chain of cause and effect snaps into a straight line, orderly like the rows of pills in the package. Rain thought that he succeeded in alleviating this particular concern. “Wait, it’s not that bad.”

“It’s not a big deal, and it’s good for the swelling anyway.” Dew presses the sheet closer.

Resigned, Rain holds out his hand to take it.

Instead of handing over the entire sheet, Dew holds it over Rain’s outstretched palm and presses one dose out of the individual cells with his thumb, breaking through the foil backing. Then he twists off the top of the water bottle and hands it to him as well.

Rain swallows the ibuprofen with a sip of water. He sighs quietly. He feels sort of like a party foul, the one who needs their hair held back in the bathroom at a bar, maybe. The one who couldn’t handle what they signed up for.

Next to him, Dew pops another dose of ibuprofen out into his own palm, then drops it into his mouth. He reaches out for the water bottle. It takes Rain a second to catch up with what’s happening and hand it back. Dew drinks from the bottle and then screws the cap back on. He stuffs the remaining ibuprofen into his jacket pocket.

When Dew looks back up, Rain is still staring, gears in his head turning. His eyebrows are probably raised just a little, he realizes.

Dew shrugs at him, nonchalant.

When they start walking again, Rain reaches out and bumps the back of his hand against Dew’s. Rain doesn’t need to say anything; Dew clasps their hands together without hesitation.

He pulls his and Rain’s hands into his pocket. It’s a comfortable fit with the two of them, not too tight — Dew’s jacket is oversized in every aspect, including, or maybe especially, the pockets. There’s nothing else inside this one, just them. It’s warm from Dew’s body heat.

Rain squeezes their hands closer together.

#ghost band fanfic #fic i wrote #raindrop ghost #how do i tag them #raindrop

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pepperediris · 2 months

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#art #digital art #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanart #ghost the band #ghost band #ghost art #raindrop #rain ghost #sodo ghoul #dew ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost ghouls #ghost bc #ghost the band fanart #raindrop ghost

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multi-fandom-of-madness · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 7: Embrace

Pairings: Rain X Dewdrop

Type: Angst w/ comfort

Summary: Dewdrop feels helpless. He has a new element, a new pack, and a new frontman. Everything has changed, and he can’t cope alone. Thankfully, Rain is there to help.

Warnings: PTSD/implications of PTSD, panic attack, mental break down, physical self harm, blood, self-hatred, non-sexual nudity, implications of suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 2,155

Notes: Read here on ao3. Find my flufftober prompt list here. Please read the warnings for this one. There are a lot of descriptions of blood and self-harm, along with the implication of suicidal thoughts. Please make sure that you are taking care of yourselves and reach out to someone you trust if you have to <3

Everyone could smell the angry, smoke-filled scent radiating from Dewdrop’s bunk. They could hear the muffled sobs. His privacy curtain was drawn shut, but they could see his tail sticking out, pointed downward. He didn’t even have the energy to lift it into his bunk. No one wanted to ask what was wrong. They hardly even knew Dewdrop yet.

The only ghouls who had been with Dewdrop when he got in his head like this were Aether and Mountain. Cirrus, Cumulus, Rain, and Swiss were all new…too uncertain of how to help. Aether and Mountain made their attempts to calm Dewdrop down, but they both were sent away, their tails hanging in defeat.

He stayed in his bunk until it was time to get ready for that night’s show, and even then, he remained isolated from the rest. He got ready, then found an unused room to hide in until it was time to hit the stage.

He kept to himself for the most part, unless someone else prompted an interaction. Even then, he didn’t enjoy them. He snarled at Aether on multiple occasions whenever he felt the quintessence ghoul was too close for too long. Hissing at both Copia and Rain if they got too close.

Even at bows, he tried to push himself to the end, closest to the exit. Begrudgingly, he was sandwiched between Aether and Swiss. He couldn’t help the low, rumbling growl that resided in the back of his throat until he was let go.

As soon as he could, he practically bolted offstage. He changed as quickly as he could, only having a few moments of privacy until the others came in. He pushed through the small crowd and out to the bus, curling back up in his bunk.

Everyone else piled onto the bus, being met with the stench of Dew’s anger and hurt, and even though they hadn’t been here long, they knew better than to continue to test him. They made it to the hotel, and he only stayed around long enough to grab his key before running to his room, claiming the bed closest to the window, and letting his glamour drop.

He was finally alone, knowing the others were going out to a bar tonight. He had a few hours until whoever he was rooming with would be back.

He was fueled by hatred toward himself and his packmates (both past and present). He didn’t want the new ghouls. He wanted his ghouls back. The ones who knew him inside and out as if he were a part of them. Sure, he had Aether and Mountain, but he didn’t have the others, and it wasn’t the same.

He didn’t even have himself to rely on. He wasn’t himself anymore. He was forced into being something completely new. Water to fire. He hated himself for being so naive as to think the Clergy would treat him with any form of respect. He was a fool to think that they would treat him like something other than an animal. But that’s all he was to them: a creature to control on their own whim.

He didn’t want to be touring without the comfort and security of his old pack. Yet here he was, sobbing into a hotel pillow, utterly alone.

He could just cry it out, and not have to listen to anyone pity him. They didn’t know what he was going through, and they wouldn’t. They weren’t forced to change. He was a lost cause.

He writhed on the bed, screaming at nothing as he threw pillows and blankets. He clawed at his clothes. He felt claustrophobic. He could feel the walls closing in, and he wished for nothing more than to fade away and disappear into the bedsheets, never to be seen again.

He smelled a familiar petrichoral scent wafting into the room before the door opened. He shoved his fist in his mouth, hoping to muffle the pained sounds that were leaving his mouth. His fangs, tearing at the skin on his knuckles. He wanted to scream at Rain to get out, but didn’t trust his voice.

He was shaking and sobbing in silence. The water ghoul didn’t even come near him, but Dewdrop could tell that he wanted to. He could smell the longing on him. It made Dewdrop’s heart shatter more.

“Dew?” Rain called out after setting his bag down. Dewdrop heard his voice as if Rain were floating in the puff of smoke that clouded his mind.

“G-go away,” he whispered. He tried not to let his voice crack, but he couldn’t help it. His voice came out cracked. He sounded fragile…broken…pathetic.

Rain was conflicted. He wanted to listen to Dewdrop and just let him be, but there was something inside him telling him not to. He walked over to where Dewdrop was laying and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I said go away,” he sobbed, trying to appear tough. His legs were drawn up to his chest, and his tail was wrapped around him protectively.

He didn’t want Rain to see him like this. Hurting, naked, vulnerable. He was supposed to be strong and wise, but he felt nothing more than weak.

His body was burning hot as Rain put a cool, gentle hand on his shoulder. Dewdrop flinched, but Rain persisted. “Hey…can you look at me?”

Dewdrop shook his head. He hated Rain and the way he was so damn gentle. He took Dewdrop’s spot, and even though he was summoned after Dewdrop’s change, a part of him felt the need to blame him.

Dew clawed at his skin, desperate to get away from the heat coursing through him. He could smell the tangy metallic liquid pouring from where he dug into his flesh.

Rain immediately pulled Dew’s hands away from his body.

Dewdrop thrashed about, screaming at the top of his lungs. “GET OFF!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!” He shouted, trying to get out of Rain’s grasp. Rain wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight against his chest, and after a few more seconds of fighting, Dewdrop just…collapses.

He grabbed onto Rain’s shirt, blood and tears staining the gray cotton, which now had holes from it where Dew’s claws managed to attack. Rain held him tight, trying to shush him and whisper comforting words in his ears, dropping his glamour to let Dewdrop feel the comfort radiating from someone similar to him rather than a foreign body.

Dew buried his face into Rain’s neck. Every word Rain spoke was muffled as Dewdrop sobbed.

Rain kept his arms around Dewdrop, bringing one to comb through Dewdrop’s hair, undoing the braid that Dewdrop didn’t have the energy to take out, untangling the knots.

“Breathe for me, Dewdrop…nice and slow…breathe with me if it helps,” Rain whispered, slowing his breathing until Dewdrop could follow the pattern.

The wailing stopped after a few minutes. Tears still fell and whimpers were still heard, yet he couldn’t find the strength in him to scream anymore.

“There…I’m here, Dew…you’re safe.”

Dewdrop shook his head. “N-no,” he managed to stammer out.

Rain’s hand stutters in Dew’s hair, but doesn’t stop. He understands to a point. He understands that Dewdrop still hasn’t left the idea that he’s still a part of his old pack. He hasn’t had the time to process. He doesn’t feel safe with Rain. It’s not how he would feel if Rain were someone else.

Rain puts his cheek against Dew’s head and wraps his tail around Dewdrop’s burning naked body, giving Dew as many points of contact as he needs. “Okay, that’s okay…I know…I’m sorry,” Rain mumbles against his hair.

They sit in almost complete silence. The lack of noise only being interrupted by Dewdrop’s shaky breath and whimpers. It feels like hours before Rain speaks up.

“I’m going to carry you to the shower…is that okay?” He asks gently.

Dewdrop nods, fearing the idea that his voice will be too raw to get any words out.

Without saying anything further, Rain lifts Dewdrop out of the bed, carrying him over to the brightly lit bathroom. He sits Dewdrop on the counter for only a few minutes to turn on the shower and grab Dewdrop clothes.

He comes back to see Dewdrop digging his claws into his chest as if he were trying to scratch his own heart out. Rain drops the clothes and runs toward him.

“No, no, no, please don’t do that.” Rain gently grabs his hand and holds them away from Dew’s body. “Dew, honey, please don’t hurt yourself.”

“B-burns,” Dew croaks out. “I can’t- I can’t do this.”

Rain watches a single tear flow down Dewdrop’s cheek as he says that. “Can’t do what? You can tell me.”

“I-I thought that I could…I could be fire, but…I’m not.”

Rain’s heart shatters. He doesn’t know what to say. The thing that made Dewdrop who he is…was changed by force. The thing that Dewdrop knew would keep him safe now turned against him. “I’m…I’m so sorry, Dewdrop. I wish I could help…I don’t know how, and I am so sorry.”

Dewdrop doesn’t respond. He hangs his head and stares at his crimson stained claws in Rain’s gentle hands.

“I’m going to get you into the shower, okay? We can wash some of this blood and sweat off of you. Get you more comfortable.”

“O-okay…”

Rain steps into the shower, still fully clothed, holding the frail fire ghoul against him as the water turns red below them. Dewdrop doesn’t look at him, just stares down at the bloody water pooling at his feet and sinking down the drain. Rain frowns, then grabs one of the washcloths to wipe away some of the blood that’s already dried.

“I’m going to wash your hair, alright?”

Dew nods again, and Rain grabs the hotel provided shampoo. He would have gone out and grabbed Dew’s personal shampoo, but he doesn’t trust that Dew won’t hurt himself again.

He won’t admit it, but Dewdrop is mostly grateful that Rain isn’t leaving him alone. There’s a part of him trying to scream at him to push Rain out and claw his face off. He pushes it down as he feels Rain’s hands massaging the cool shampoo into his hair.

His breathing is shaky, but finally becoming steady. Rain is the only thing keeping him upright…keeping him alive…keeping him safe.

“Thank you,” he whispers. It’s barely heard over the water rushing over them, but Rain hears it.

“You don’t need to. I’m here for you. I know…I know I’m not part of your old pack, but I’m here for you.”

Dewdrop hangs his head, feeling guilty for making Rain seem like an outcast. Throughout all of his own pain and his misery, he’s made everyone feel unwelcome.

Rain rinses his hair out, and he can see the gears turning in his brain. Once all of the suds are washed out, he turns Dew around to look at him. “Don’t listen to your head. It isn’t telling you the truth right now. I am here. I’m not going anywhere unless you absolutely want me to.”

“I know…I just…I feel so helpless right now,” he admits.

“Then lean on me. I can be your support system if you need one,” Rain assures, pulling Dewdrop into a hug, letting the water wash over them.

Once the water runs mostly clear, Rain pulls Dewdrop out of the shower, drying him off and bandaging the scrapes and gashes carved into Dewdrop’s skin. He goes to grab Dewdrop’s clothes next, but Dew pulls him back. “No…”

“No clothes?” Dewdrop nods his head. “Okay,” Rain sighs as he thinks. “What about boxers?”

“...okay.”

Rain grabs a pair of boxers for Dewdrop and a pair for himself. He holds them for Dew to step in, and Dew puts his hands on Rain’s shoulders to steady himself. Rain pulls them up so that Dewdrop is somewhat covered, then changes out of his own soaked clothes and into his own pair of boxers.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay?” Dew nods again, giving Rain the okay to carry him to bed. He set’s Dewdrop down on his bed, and pulls the covers over him while Rain strips the other bed. He isn’t sure how he’ll end up explaining to Copia or the hotel staff how the blood ended up on the comforter, but he’ll come up with something later.

He crawls into bed with Dewdrop, and Dew immediately pulls him closer. He’s still shaking, but his scent has changed, and his body temperature is fading back to normal.

He falls asleep like that, wrapped up in Rain’s cool embrace.

This new scent is one Rain hasn’t experienced close up before. It’s like cinnamon and a campfire on a warm night. He presses a small kiss to Dew’s forehead and squeezes Dew a little tighter when he finally recognizes the scent. Finally recognizing that Dewdrop feels safe.

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