#dewdrop fluff

[keesdarlin]

☆// sidewalk rule (MDNI, 18+)

info! sodo ghoul / fluff + gender neutral reader

cw! n/a

notes! i hope this is accurate enough to his personality. forgive me, i wrote this at like 5am ;-;

sodo never thought that he would be a sidewalk rule kind of guy. never thought that he'd be the type to run around opening doors for someone or holding their hand as they stepped off a curb or offering up his jacket in the cold. because if he could take care of himself then, god dammit, his partner could too! but that was before he met you.

now things are a little different. he thinks you both can manage for a while. until you’re dressed up all pretty and perfect for a date the day after it’s rained. you’re content to be settled under sodo’s arm as you walk together until a car drives by and sends up water that almost splashes you. you don’t seem to mind it very much, just glad that your shoes are dry, but sodo find himself moving and scooting you so that you’re on the inside of the sidewalk and glares after the car.

opening doors for you starts casually at first, just a few here and there. you are his partner afterall. he has to spoil you sometimes. but the rushing around part takes a bit longer to develop. it starts with one instance. the two of you are out shopping and you have your hands full with all the things you insisted that you didn’t need help carrying. in a moment of paranoia of you dropping something he literally runs to get the door for you before you even have the change to try it for yourself. it’s worth is with the way you blush and scrunch up your nose to keep from smiling, so he keeps doing it. for every door. car doors, restaurant doors, elevator doors, you name it. you’ll scrunch up your nose and give a soft “thank you” every single time. the sight makes his chest feel a little ticklish. 

holding your hand while you step off a curb feels a little bit cliche for his liking. but one day the two of you are exploring the city during some free time just a few hours after some heavy rainfall and, again, there are puddles everywhere. you seem to be doing just fine. but then the two of you are trying to cross the street and there’s a puddle the size of texas just off the edge of the sidewalk and you’re wearing new shoes and he can’t resist the pout you give him. “but what if they get ruined?” you mutter softly. and you pull out the whole nine yards for it, too. the putty lip, the puppy dog eyes, the little faux sniffle.

so with a begrudging sigh, he holds his hand out for you. “fine.” the way you beam as you take his hand and hop across the puddle almost makes him wonder why he fought it so hard in the first place.

and the last thing sodo would ever do is give someone his jacket in the cold. how stupid is that! if it seems like it’s gonna be cold out just bring a jacket, what the fuck? he’d be caught dead before he offered up his sweater to some idiot who didn’t bring their own. but one night you’re all hanging out outside and it’s fairly chilly, cold enough that you can see your breath puff out with every exhale. and you’re standing beside sodo, uncharacteristically quiet, arms wrapped around yourself and muscles tense in an attempt to quiet the chattering of your teeth. you’re really trying to keep yourself warm, it seems, doing your best to ignore the frost in your joints and pay attention to whatever it is that phantom is saying. but sodo’s starting to feel like a bad boyfriend as he becomes more aware of the comfortable warmth of his own plush jacket. so he sighs and shrugs it off, wrapping it around your shoulders. “i told you to bring a jacket, idiot.”

“no, i’m okay. don’t-” you start, but he shuts you up with a glare. you opt for a meek “thank you” instead.

it only starts to feel rewarding when you begin to press into his side for the extra warmth and he deems it appropriate to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

and they said he didn’t have it in him to be a gentleman.

[sodobabe]

I’m With You Always: GN Reader x Aether x Dew x Swiss (Poly Relationship)

A/N: I have been wanting to work on a fic where a ghoul, or in this case, three ghouls, take care of the reader while the reader is suffering through a depressive episode and finally breaks down. This was originally just going to be Aether x reader but I got carried away so the reader is in a poly relationship with Aether, Dew, and Swiss. If polyamorous relationships are not your thing, just skip this. If they are your thing, enjoy this heartwarming fic of three ghouls taking care of their mate.

Warnings: A WHOLE LOT OF ANGST mentions of self-hatred (reader has semi-suicidal thoughts), mention of nausea, tooth rotting fluff,

You sat in the library by yourself, letting your brain rot with bad thoughts. I don’t deserve anything. I am nothing. Maybe the world would be better if I was dead. The thoughts were all consuming. You had been feeling this way for quite some time now. Even members of the abbey could tell as they would always ask if you were feeling okay because you did not seem like your normal self. You closed your eyes, hoping to hold back your tears, but alas, you failed. You curled up in the window bench as you watched the rain splash into the already forming puddle on the sidewalk. The more you watched the rain, the more it seemed as if your tears matched its pace.

As you sat there, paying no mind to anything other than the thoughts in your head, you heard a ruckus coming from across the library. You turned your head to see who it was and quickly snapped your head back around hoping that Aether, Swiss, and Dew didn’t notice you curled up in the window. You focused your attention back on the growing puddle. It was hypnotizing. It gave you time to create worse thoughts. What if I jumped out of the window? Would I die, or would I just suffer more because I would only be severely injured? The thoughts were growing with more and more morbid details. You closed your eyes to try to quiet your mind.

As your mind continued to race, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe. You realized it was getting harder and harder to fill your aching lungs. Fuck. They’re going to sense my distress. You were absolutely correct. You felt a stronger hand on your shoulder. You knew it was Aether. You knew his familiar touch, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look at such a caring ghoul.

”Y/N? You alright, love?” Aether's voice was as smooth as the calm ocean.

All you could do was shake your head as a torrent of tears ran down your blood red cheeks. You tried to take a deep breath to sooth yourself, but a sob was let out instead.

”Oh, my little love. It’s okay, shhhh, you’re okay. I’ve got you,” Aether softly spoke, as he picked you up from your window.

You lost it, you sobbed into the warmth of his chest as he carried you out of the library, motioning for Swiss and Dew to follow him. You couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted to. Aether gently carried you back to his room in the ghoul den and placed you softly into his nest. As you felt all of Aether’s engulf your aching body, you curled in on yourself, hugging your knees, and essentially curling up into a ball. You felt the bed sink next to you as Aether sat down and gently placed a hand on your back.

“Dew, can you go fix up some soup and grab some ginger ale?” Aether asked, knowing that you would make yourself nauseous by working yourself up.

”Sure thing, any type of soup?” Dew asked as he made his way out of Aether’s room.

”Anything we have, they’re not picky,” Aether said with a light chuckle.

”Swiss, can you go to their room, grab their stuffie, a fresh pair of clothes, and the book they’ve been reading that is on their bedside table?” Aether asked the multi.

Swiss didn’t reply. He simply nodded and made a beeline for your room. Aether stood up from the bed and threw on a pair of sweatpants and abandoned his shirt. He knew that you enjoyed feeling his bare chest. At this point, he was willing to do anything to get you calm enough so you did not make yourself sick. He crawled back into bed with you, sat against his head board, and pulled you to his chest. Your head met his chest and you knew you would be okay, however, you could not bring yourself to stop crying.

”Don’t worry, my love. I’ve got you now. I’ve got you forever. No need to worry. I am here, as long as you need or want me to be,” Aether cooed into your ear.

You laid on the quintessence ghoul, listening to his heart beat, trying to steady your mind. You weren’t even sure what you were thinking anymore. You were just feeling emotions that you had been keeping to yourself. Aether continued to rub gentle circles on your back and gently shush you as you tried to gather your emotions. You were happy knowing that he still cared about you, even at your lowest like this. His very essence was enough to calm you to the point that your eyes stopped producing tears. Once you thought you were calm enough, you looked up at Aether who was looking back at you.

”Hey, lovebug. You’re okay,” he said before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

”Aeth, I- I’m sorry,” you mumbled out.

“What are you sorry for?” He questioned, confusion flushing over his face.

“For being like this. For being an emotional mess all the time. I wish I wasn’t like this. I hate it. I hate myself for it,” you began to babble.

“Hey, stop that. You’re allowed to feel feelings, but you are not allowed to hate yourself. I won’t allow it. You are an amazing human being. You are the kindest soul I have met. You are worthy, Y/N. Do not let anyone tell you differently, even yourself,” he said, reassuringly.

The tears started again as you thought he was mad at you for saying you hated yourself. He pulled you closer to him, and started to gently rock you back and forth, trying to get you to calm down again.

”Shhhhh, Y/N. I am not mad at you, my little love. I am simply trying to reassure you of what a great person you are. I could never be mad at you, ever,” he said as he resumed rubbing your back.

As he continued holding you, Dew walked back in with your soup and ginger ale. You needed it, you hadn’t eaten in two days. You needed to eat but could not bring yourself to do so.

”Hey, little firefly. I have soup and fizzy ginger juice,” Dew said with a chuckle to himself.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the fire ghoul’s dry sense of humor, even if tears were still pouring out of your eyes. Dew sat down in the nest next to Aether and held your soup, waiting for you to sit up and take a bite.

”Wanna try and eat? You can sit up, we aren’t going anywhere,” Aether reassured, noticing your tight grip on his upper body.

Once you realized that you were surrounded by the ones you loved, minus Swiss for the time being, you started to relax. You mustered up the strength to pry yourself off of the warm quint ghoul, and took the bowl of warm soup from Dew.

“It might be a little cooler now, want me to warm it up for you?” Dew asked, holding out his hands.

”No, thank you, it’s a good temperature,” you said as you finished your first bite.

The soup felt good going down. It was warm enough to warm you up, but not scorching hot. You did a little shimmy as you continued eating your soup. You looked up at the two ghouls who were staring back at you, smiles spread across your face. As you continued eating your soup, Swiss bolted back into Aether’s room with your stuffie and a pair of clothes for you.

”I’m back, sorry it took so long, Rain was being needy, as always,” Swiss said as he handed Aether your stuffie and put your clothes on the couch next to Aether’s bathroom.

He crawled into the bed on the other side of Aether and snuggled into the quintessence ghoul’s side. Swiss had joined the relationship that you, Aether, and Dew had formed. You loved all three of them equally, as they loved you and each other equally. They each helped you through depression in different ways. Aether was always the one to hold you while you cried, well they all did that, but Aether was different. He was more soothing. He didn’t force you to talk about anything if you did not want to. Swiss was also soothing but tried to get you to talk, which most of the times you would, but he never understood why you wouldn’t the other times. He always talked about his feelings so he just thought everyone did. Dew, sweet Dewdrop. He tried to be helpful when it was just you and him, and you were in an episode, but the poor ghoul has a hard time expressing his emotions, let alone helping others with theirs. He would hold you and text Aether to come help. You loved him nonetheless.

“Wanna talk about it?” Swiss chimed in.

“Swiss, not everybody talks about their feelings,” Aether said, sternly.

”I know, but sometimes they talk about them,” Swiss replied.

”Maybe in a little, just wanna finish my soup and lay down,” you said, as you smiled to your multi ghoul.

As you took the last bite of your soup, and sipped the remaining broth, you handed your bowl back to Dew for him to place on the table next to Aether’s bed. You resumed your position laying between Aether’s legs with your head on his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around you as Dew snuggled into Aether’s side, wrapping his arm around you, and Swiss doing the same on the other side.

”A shower would really help you,” Dew chimed in.

“In a minute, just wanna lay here right now,” you replied, giving a soft smile to the kind fire ghoul.

The four of you laid in bed for a few minutes before you decided that you did in fact need a shower, but when you went to move, you realized that Aether and Swiss had fallen asleep. Dew was still awake, staring at you with admiration.

“Dew?” You whispered.

”What’s up, babe?” He replied.

”Wanna take a shower,” you mumbled.

The fire ghoul slowly pried himself off of the sleeping quintessence ghoul and stood up out of bed, releasing a big stretch while holding out his hand to you. You got out of bed next, and took his hand. The two of you walked to Aether’s bathroom and quietly closed the door. Dew started the shower, making sure the temperature was to your liking.

“Do you want me to cover my eyes, y’know, so you can undress?” The fire ghoul asked shyly.

”Dew, you do realize that you’ve seen me naked too many times to count, right. I don’t care if you look,” you joked with him.

”I know, but I feel like now is the wrong time to be turned on,” he chuckled, his tail tucked between his legs.

You rolled your eyes and smiled as you started to undress. You finally stepped into the shower and the hot water felt amazing against your aching body. You stood in the downpour for a minute before you realized you didn’t want to be alone.

”Dew? Can you join me? Don’t wanna be alone,” you said, shyly.

Before you knew it, a naked Dew was joining you in the shower. He knew exactly what to do as he embraced you, gently tipping your head back into the water to get your hair nice and wet. He then stuck his own head into the water, getting his stunning blonde hair wet. You always enjoyed showering with Dew. Even though the water was hot, he added to it. He grabbed your shampoo and squeezed a good amount into his hand before rubbing his hands together and gently massaging it into your hair. The warmth of his palms along with the massaging sensation relaxed you even more. While he was at it, he also added shampoo to his hair. While he let his shampoo sit, he embraced you once again and tipped your head under the water to rinse it out. One of his hands embraced the small of your back while the other worked on getting the shampoo out of your hair. Once your hair was shampoo free, he grabbed the conditioner and lathered your ends to make sure they were good and hydrated. He let that sit while he rinsed the shampoo out of his own hair. He didn’t bother to condition his hair as he only did it once a week. While the conditioner was still sitting in your hair, he took the time to wash your body. He picked up the clean washcloth that was on the towel rack and put a little bit of Aether’s body wash on it, knowing you liked to use his. He then gently ran the cloth all over your body, leaving sensual kisses along your body in the process. He then wiped himself down with the cloth. It was time to completely rinse. He held you close to him, under the downfall of water and worked his hands through the ends of your hair, making sure to get all of the conditioner out, while the water washed the soap off of the two of you.

Now that the shower was done, he helped you dry off and put on your fresh clothes. He went to reach for a clean shirt of his when he noticed you were staring at it.

”Would you like this shirt instead of the one you are wearing?” He smirked at you.

All you did was nod. He picked up the shirt and walked over to you. He gently lifted your hands up and pulled the shirt you were wearing off before pulling it onto himself. He then pulled his shirt onto you and gave you a deep kiss.

”I love you, Y/N. Never forget it. We all love you,” he whispered in your ear before opening the bathroom door.

Swiss and Aether were awake now, just chilling on the bed with each other. Dew took your hand and guided you back to bed. You crawled back in between Aether’s legs and placed your back against his chest.

“Mmmm, you smell delightful, love,” he purred in your ear.

”Do you want to read your book? I brought it for you,” Swiss said as he reached behind him and grabbed the paperback.

You graciously took it from him and opened it to where you left off.

”Thank you, all of you. I love you all so much and I’m sorry that I can be a lot sometimes,” you said, taking a moment before starting your reading.

”We wouldn’t have you any other way, Y/N,” Swiss says as he gives you a quick kiss.

”We don’t want you any other way,” Aether seconds, kissing the back of your neck.

”You’re perfect just the way you are, my fire love,” Dew said as he took your hand.

The three ghouls snuggled into each other after throwing on Inside Out, one of Dew’s favorites. You leaned your back into Aether as you continued your reading. Before you knew it, you were being woken up by Swiss taking your book from you, making sure to place your bookmark into the pages.

“Get some sleep, love. You deserve it. We will all be here when you wake up. Those two are out cold. If you need anything, let me know,” Swiss said before giving your forehead a kiss. He was always up throughout the night. Consider it a nightwatch.

[dewdropchoconeko]

Hello! I'm not sure if someone asked you about that, maybe Hsr characters x reader and how they behave when they have crush on reader? Please add Jing Yuan and whoever you want

Description: when they have a crush on the reader

Word Count: 435

cw / notes: SFW!! This one is a bit shorter, each one coming in at about 130+ words, so hopefully it’s enough^^

Jing Yuan

Hides it extremely well from you; but he is a bit more clingy when he realizes he has a crush on you

He would just straight up tell you, but he wants to simmer in it a bit longer.

Something about the idea of liking you instead of asking you is appealing to him

He’s also a little bit possessive, but not obviously so.

Mainly just looking like a looming threat over your shoulders as this person obviously flirts with you

Then they get scared and run off and when you turn around he’s like ���:3”

You DO get suspicious of him at times but he’s such a smooth talker that you instantly forget it

But when he does confess to you it’s with a large bouquet of flowers and kind words

And then everything clicks into place

The times those people ran, or the way he was clingy, the way he would wrap his arm around you sometimes

Oh. He was serious. 

Dan Heng

More shy about it can JY.

He kinda shuffles around you and almost avoids you when he realizes he feels something for you

I kinda imagine Dan Heng as a person who doesn’t fully understand his own feelings sometimes

So he HAS to take some time away from you to evaluate his own feelings

I can see him having a problem with differentiating between platonic and romantic feelings

Like he knows he likes you as a friend, but what if there is something more underneath?

When he comes out of the archives (Himeko was getting worried) he brings you over to the side

He isn’t like Jing Yuan where he likes the feeling of the idea of liking you

He wants to be with you

So he tells you straight up, “hey, I think i have romantic feelings for you and i don't know what that makes us”

The Herta

Does NOT stumble around like JY or DH.

She is very robotic imo, but she does have feelings

So when she realizes, “oh, i think i like the companionship of this person”

She tells you. No time to ruminate about it. Just, “I like you. Be my partner.”

Ofc she says it so matter of factly but you do have a choice.

Please don’t hurt her feelings she’ll just close herself off again.

I can imagine her as someone that does NOT take rejection lightly, so if you reject her she will close herself off and wonder where she went wrong

She’s a perfectionist like that, someone who is always right, always smart.

She would have calculated everything down to a T to get with you and if you say no?

She shuts down.

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[ashthewaterghoul]

Syrens can’t speak on land.

Rain gets summoned and isn’t used to not being able to talk. He’s a deep-sea Ghoul, rarely breaking the surface of the water so he’s only ever gone short periods of times not being able to speak.

Water Ghouls have their own type of sign language so they can commune above water and even under the water if they’re hunting.

When Rain is summoned he is not only silenced due to the amount of time he has to spend above water, but because none of the other Ghouls know sign, and the sign the humans have is different and makes no sense to Rain.

Rain also can’t write been as water, paper and ink don’t exactly mix so he never learned.

He just resigns to nodding and shaking his head and trying to mime as best as he can.

That’s until one day when the Fire Ghoul that has a Water’s name sneaks into his room and raises his hands, making the familiar shapes of infernal sign.

“I’ll be your voice. The voice I never had when I was summoned.”

[juttytaylorsmustache]

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[lilypadlys]

Some assorted ghoul headcanons

If Phantom falls asleep on your lap, prepare to be there a while. Part of it is cat logic: if the cat sits on your lap you sooner die than move. The other part is the fact that Phantom sleeps like the dead. Once he’s asleep, you could literally tip him onto the floor and he wouldn’t wake up. His packmates have had to get creative. The time Phantom cozied up onto Cumulus’ lap while she was crocheting she just barely was able to grab her yarn ball out of the way. Before she could so much as sigh, he conked out. With his middle splayed over her lap, cheek smushed into a throw pillow, and legs on the opposite armrest; there was absolutely no easy way to ease out from under him. With a sigh she just stuck her yarn ball on one of his horns and got back to her project.

When Aether does the dishes, he purposely puts Dew’s favorite mug on the top shelf. Aether does it so he can watch the way the fire ghoul’s back arches and his shirt rides up when he grabs it for his coffee in the mornings. Better still when Dew wanders into the kitchen in just his boxers or sleep pants. Dew knows Aether does it on purpose and in retaliation he puts Aether’s mug in the bottom cabinets so Aether has to bend down to get it and Dew can enjoy the view of his ass.

When first summoned, fire ghouls drink way too much water all the time. The area of the pits they come from is hot and dry so any potable drinking water is to be consumed on sight because one never knows how long they’ll have to go without or who they’ll have to fight for it. As a result, every newly summoned fire ghoul will be territorial about their drinks and down buckets of water like their life depends on it. They end up going through a period of learning how much water their body actually needs and that that water is always going to be available. Omega had to explain to Ifrit several times that “No, it’s not normal to pee that much”, “Please, stop drinking out of the sink”, and “Please stop hissing when someone else uses the Brita”. Dew is quite happy to have missed that phase.

Quintessence ghoul’s have a strange affinity for bananas. Aether adores them in any form. Omega keeps a jar of banana flavored hard candies on his desk in the infirmary. Phantom likes the taste but not the texture. However, the day Cumulus baked banana nut bread, Phantom was in love. Whenever she makes it, she has to make two batches; one for Phantom and one for the rest of the pack (which they have to hide) when Phantom quickly demolishes his stash.

Sunshine often gets a huge burst of energy right before bed. Her packmates have gotten up for a late night snack or water to find her rearranging her bedroom furniture, cleaning the pantry, or even simply having a dance party in the common room in an attempt to tire herself out. On those nights, whoever finds her will make sure she brushes her teeth, gives her a few melatonin, and drags her back to bed with them. Fortunately the melatonin usually knocks her out and she’s able to sleep the rest of the night.

[bambisworlds]

sodo/dewdrop drabble

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Fully convinced Sodo would be a clingy ass boyfriend. He would follow you around like a puppy. When he stands beside you his tail will curl around your ankle, keeping you close. He’s always touching you. Literally nonstop. Partially because he’s possessive but also just because he craves your touch all the damn time.

Also convinced this clingy behavior gets ten times worse before his rut. He’ll literally just lay between your legs with his nose nuzzled against your crotch as he purrs happily. He won’t even initiate anything, letting you scroll on your phone while he just breathes in the scent of you as his tail swishes happily.

But, don’t be fooled. Sodo may be obsessed with you, but he’s grumpy with everyone else. That’s mostly why he’s so clingy in public because he doesn’t want to be around anyone else, only you. He also doesn’t want the other ghouls getting too close to you cause he’s also possessive as FUCK. He doesn’t care who’s interacting with you, it could be one of his friends, he’d still snarl if they got too close to you.

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[mak-be-ghouled]

do you think dew was scared to be around mountain after the element transition? terrified of hurting mountain.

as a water ghoul one of dew’s favorite things to do was to visit mountain in the greenhouses, taking it upon himself to water as many plants as he could before mountain got to them himself. mountain of course picks up on dew’s actions and if he leaves watering to the very last, allowing dew as much time as possible, that’s his secret to keep.

alongside mountain, dew created life, helped it thrive.

but now? as a fire ghoul?

dew is terrified of burning mountain. of hurting him beyond repair. he can’t let himself do that to mountain.

so he keeps his distance. for mountain’s sake.

mountain doesn’t know this though. how could he?

all mountain knows is that his beloved water ghoul has been stripped away from him.

and now he doesn’t even have his new fire ghoul to warm his freezing heart.

[wrathofrats]

@divine-misfortune wanted Swissdew fluff. So have like 600 words of dew helping Swiss through a bad migraine because they’re both stupid and also the best friends ever <3

“Cirrus is bitching that you’re not downstairs yet, are you coming or not?” Dew pounded on Swiss’ hotel door. Probably loud enough to warrant a noise complaint but it wouldn’t be his first, or last. Swiss didn’t answer anyways. Silence coming from the room besides the sound of the air conditioner when dew put his ear up to the door. He expected the sound of the shower, or maybe him watching videos on his phone while he lost track of time.

“You better at least be dressed” dew slammed his fist against the door one more time, waiting a second before letting himself into Swiss’ hotel room.

The lights were off, cold air filling the room and making dew shiver as he walked in and threw the gas station bag of cheap snacks and pregame drinks onto the carpet. The only sign that Swiss was even there was the lump of blankets in the middle of the bed, locs poking out against the pillows.

“Rise and shine swissy” dew flicked the light switch, white fluorescent light filling the room, “you can sleep when you’re dead, I even got you one of those neon blue cans of whatever you like to drink to getcha started”

“Go without me” the lump mumbled, blankets being pulled higher over his head, “migraine, just turn the lights off when you leave”

Dew quickly flicked the switch again but Swiss didn’t hear the door open or close, just the rustling of a plastic bag and a pin prick of light coming from dews flashlight on his phone. Swiss lifted his head slightly, squinting to watch as dew hastily typed something on his phone and took a bunch of random cans out of the bag before bringing it over to sit on the nightstand.

“Really it’s fine, just go without me, I’ll see you in the morning” Swiss rolled over, giving dew a sad look even with the covers pulled up under his nose.

“Have you eaten since before the show?”

“No I-“

“You’re a dumbass” dew rolled his eyes, fishing out a snack cake and a small bag of combos “you don’t even have any water over here. Have you drank water recently? Actually, I know the answer. Eat”

Swiss slowly shoved bits of the small strawberry cake in his mouth as dew filled one of the small plastic cups with water in the bathroom. It was chemically and beyond too sweet, but the food hitting his stomach took a small edge off. Maybe he did need to eat.

Dew handed the water to him gently, grabbing the empty wrapper and throwing it on the nightstand. Swiss sipped the water with a confused look, handing it back to dew once it was empty.

“Don’t you need to go? Cirrus is going to be upset that you’re late, again” Swiss popped a combo into his mouth.

“Already texted her to go ahead. I’m not just going to leave you like this, you big baby. Scoot over, you’re hogging the blanket”

Swiss inched his way over enough for dew to crawl in beside him, stealing one of the little pretzels from his bag.

“Dew you don’t have to, I’ll be ok I swear”

“It’s already been done, come here, you’re freezing” dew pulled Swiss flush with his chest, one hand carding through his hair to use his fire ghoul magic, the other wrapped around his waist. Dew had done this before, some kind of routine whenever Swiss wasn’t feeling well back home and didn’t have aether to knock him out hard and fast in order to avoid it. Dew didn’t mind though, it was nice to spend the night without any shenanigans.

“Thank you” Swiss mumbled, eyes getting heavy as dews warmth lulled him off to sleep.

“Love you idiot, wish you would’ve asked for help earlier”

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Here kitty kitty - Sodo x reader

masterlist.

author's note: i felt bad after dropping three angst fics and then disappearing into the void so have some wholesome sodo 🫶

also i have a headcanon that all the ghouls purr whenever someone pets/scratches their sweet spots and they just melt in your arms and its just so absjdifhfbdbdjsjak i'm in love

other things to note: no pronouns used for reader, sodo gets kinda subby so if you squint there's a bit of suggestive tones (you'll have to squint so hard you can't see though)

word count: 877

“Hey, is it true that ghoul biology is similar to a cat’s?” You asked curiously, looking up from the book you were studying. You and Sodo were in the rehearsal room; Sodo was sitting down on an amp, practicing his solos for the recording of an upcoming album, and he wanted to get it down perfectly. You were just there because you didn’t want him to be lonely. “Um, yeah, why?” Sodo asked, keeping his eyes on his guitar. 

“Well, I’m just studying for my test, and… it says that to earn bonus points on the test, if I’m able to, I have to… um… make a ghoul purr.” You felt your cheeks burn as the words rolled off your tongue, and Sodo stopped playing abruptly. He stared up at you, trying to decipher if you were being serious or not. 

“…You what?” 

“It says only if I’m able to!” You defended yourself.  “Wait, wait, wait… let me get this straight.” Sodo uncrossed his legs, putting his guitar to the side gently. He then looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “You’re asking me… to help you get bonus points on a test… and you have to make me… purr?” He grimaced. 

“Um… yeah. That- that’s what the book says, anyway.” 

“Also, remind me why are you even taking that ghoul biology class? You’re not even a ghoul!” He frowned. 

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Papa Secondo says that it’s good for a Sibling of Sin to memorize the biology of a ghoul inside and out just in case a ritual goes wrong and someone gets hurt. And it’s a required class for me to take before I take his Latin class.” 

“….Alright, that does seem like a valid point. Alright,” He sighed, folding his arms and standing up, walking over to the couch you were sitting on and looked down at you. “I’ll help you. But only because I know how cranky Papa Secondo can get.” 

You gave him a cheeky grin. “Wait, really?! Oh my gosh, thank you thank you thank you!” You jumped up and excitedly gave him a hug. You thought you were going to have to ask Rain or Mountain to help you, which would probably take longer considering their schedules were filled to the brim with activities. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, alright, okay, get off.” He grumbled, blushing as he automatically put his hands on your waist. He’d never admit it, but he loved hugs. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You giggled, pulling away. 

“Alright, so what do I have to do?” He sighed. He looked like he was already over it, although it had barely started. 

“Here, sit next to me.” You beckoned, and he sat to your left. You glanced at your book, reading the common sweet spots to scratch. “Alright, let’s try… the ears.” 

Your hand slowly went behind his ears, your nails gently scratching the soft fluff, making them twitch at first but stilled as you continued. Sodo let out a small hiss, not expecting the sudden stimulation there. His fangs started to poke out of his lips. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You asked as you stopped scratching once he hissed.  “No… you’re fine. I just- wasn’t expecting it to feel like that.” He mumbled. 

“M’kay.” You continued scratching behind his ears, which flickered down then stilled. You felt a low vibration begin, and your eyes wandered to Sodo’s eyes, which were closed tight. “M…m…mrr….” He grumbled, causing you to laugh.  “Aw, this feels good, doesn’t it?” You asked, and he nodded vigorously. You glanced over his shoulder at the open book, reading that another sensitive spot was the top of their heads and their chins. You opted for his chin, bringing your other hand to rub his soft jawline.  “Mmm… Mrrrr… mrow… ah..” Sodo’s eyes widened as his mewls grew louder, his cheeks turning red. You bit your lip to hold back another giggle, but you couldn’t contain the smirk on your face. 

“Mrrrow…. Ah- hey! D-Don’t…. Mrow… Don’t laugh at me….” He growled, but it morphed into a purr, causing your giggles to spill out of your mouth.  “Awww, you’re so cute! Are you a good kitty? Yeah?” You cooed, continuing to scratch his chin and now the top of his head where his scalp was. When you moved your hand to the new area, his tail flicked against the back of the couch, hard. It then started wagging, tapping against the soft pillow behind him. 

He started purring like crazy, nodding vigorously at your question. “Mrow… y-yes, yes…. I’m good.. I’m a g-good kitty…” 

He started to curl up closer to you, his leg already on your lap. You scooped him up in your arms so that he was curled safely on your lap, continuing to scratch and pet him. 

You had sneakily pulled out your phone and snapped a few photos of Sodo in your lap, as he never usually acted like this. He hissed as he saw you put your phone back, to which you replied with a giggle, “Photo evidence. It’s what the book says.” 

He grumbled something incoherent but kept mewing and purring. 

As you reveled in this moment, you remembered: you’ll have to do this again for the end of the year-review test. 

[songbirdandstars]

Under the Wisteria Tree

Giyuu Tomioka x Hashira! Reader (Gender neutral)(they/them)

Summary: Giyuu finally tells you his feelings in one of your favorite spots.

Warnings: None, pure fluff

(First time posting a fanfic…I tried y’all)

(Wisteria border by @saradika-graphics)

Giyuu stood there in silence, watching the wisteria petals fell to the earth from their branches above. There was a reason he was here, and not just to admire the scenery of the light dancing through the openings in the trees…He knew that a certain Hashira always came to this exact spot to meditate and relax. Giyuu never planned for any of this, he had never been one to dwell on emotions like this. But, here he was, waiting for that hashira who some might think took the job lightly. Sure, they goofed off sometimes, but they were an efficient fighter. It was something Giyuu lov- oh, wait, no. He might be ready to approach them, but maybe let’s take it slow…baby steps. Baby steps.

“Giyuu? I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Great, caught off guard, perfect way to start this.

Giyuu straighten his stance, now looking towards them with his usual stoic expression.

“Oh, I didn’t notice you had come up to me. My apologies.”

“No need to be sorry…may I ask why you’ve come to the Wisteria fields? I don’t blame you though, it is a very pretty spot, don’t you agree?”

And there was that flush, that feeling that went through him whenever they made conversation. He had never felt it before and yet, it felt good. Very good in fact. It was the reason he planned on telling his fellow hashira that he wished to spend more time with them. In a more…well more close relationship.

“I…merely wished to see the reason why you come here everyday…but I see why now. It is nice here.”

“It is really beautiful here”

Their eyes were fixed on the branches of the trees, while Giyuu’s were focused on the person standing next to him

“Yes…very beautiful. … Anyway, I did want to speak to you about something, important.”

“Yeah? What’s on your mind?”

He sighed before looking them in the eyes

“When we first met, I thought nothing of it. But when I first saw you caring for those girls at the butterfly mansion, then with Tanjiro and his sister. I knew something was different about you. And the more I learned about you, the more I wanted to know. You’re strong, sometimes I think stronger than most, or myself at least, because you can be a great fighter and yet still be so kind to people. I know you’re a good swordsman…but you’re also a good person.”

He looked up, taking a breath before continuing to speak.

“And not only are you strong and caring…you’re beautiful. …”

They looked at him, looking with wonder and surprise as this normally stoic swordsman laid what seemed to be his heart for them.

“I never thought of myself as a person who would ever want to focus on things like this, or did I think I’d find someone who makes me feel what you make me feel. …This is a lot harder than it was talking to Tanjiro about… what I’m trying to say here is, I would love to get to know you even more. And I would like to have a, closer relationship…if that is something you would want too?”

Moment of truth, it’s either they say yes or no. Oh what was he getting himself int-

“Yes, I would love that Giyuu, and thank you. I really didn’t know you felt that way. But, yes, I would love all of that.”

“Wait, really?”

“Really”

“oh…wow…would you mind if I held your hand?”

“Of course”

They took his hand in theirs…This was really happening. Under the Wisteria tree, Giyuu found the person he wanted to spend forever with, if fate let him. This felt, nice…really nice.

“Thank you”

They looked back at him, curious to what he meant.

“For what?”

Giyuu looked up at the Wisteria trees, once again watching the petals fall around them, the suns last rays of sunlight gleaming against the background. He picked one of the flowers and put it behind their hair before he continued.

“For giving me another reason to be strong…like you.”

[iamthecomet]

"I wish you would write a fic where Dewdrop is keeping Aether company during a stormy night in the infirmary and maybe helps him welcome a new life on earth"

The second I saw this one I knew I needed to write it. Sorry it took me so long. 2k (I got carried away, I'm SORRY) of Dewther fluff, and slice of life intimacy. No smut, not even a hint of it. Non-graphic scene of a sibling having a very normal and healthy birth (it's pretty glossed over, but it does happen and Dew and Aeth are in the room). Dew being good in a pinch. Dew's immaculate bedside manner (not sarcasm). Aether and Dew being so fucking in love it's sickening. This one is all sweet guys, I don't know what to tell you.

Dew hasn’t left Aether’s side since the tour ended. He stepped off the bus and glued himself to the bigger ghoul. Pressing his face into Aether’s broad chest and inhaling deep. Tucking himself under his arm and letting Aether lead him back into the Abbey. Held close. 

That was a couple weeks ago. Dew isn’t quite as physically attached as he was for the first few days–but he’s still always in sight or earshot. Dragging Aether into his bed every night, wrapping himself around him. They shower together, and if they don’t–Dew isn’t far. Sitting in the adjoining bedroom with a book. One eye on the bathroom door–cracked just enough. 

Chores haven’t started back up for the band ghouls yet. They’re on a break. So Dew takes the opportunity to follow Aether everywhere. Not that Aether minds. He’s not used to having a little shadow–but it’s kind of nice. Nice to be able to turn and talk to Dew when he wants. Nice to not spend long, endless, nights in the infirmary alone and in silence anymore. The abbey feels full again. And Dew is here, and warm, and always present.

Most nights, Dew sits himself at the nurse station while Aether makes his rounds. He fucks around on his phone, or reads a book, or flirts with whatever sibling drew the short straw and got stuck with the night shift. Aether watches him as he moves from room to room. Their eyes meeting over dimly lit hallways.  Lips quirking up as they see each other. Still here. Within touching distance. 

Tonight, Dew’s alone at the nurses desk. There’s a blizzard raging outside and Aether’s usual sibling had called in sick. Probably not really sick. Just reluctant to uncurl from a nice warm bed on a very stormy night. Aether doesn’t mind. Night shifts tend to be boring anyway. Emergencies are rare, and most of their beds now are filled with humans suffering from the flu or some resperatory thing that’s been going around. Both viruses unable to make the jump from human to ghoul, so Dew, unlike the human that was supposed to be here, is safe. His bedside manner leaves a little to be desired. But Aether doesn’t really care about that. All he needs is someone to put pills in cups and measure medicine and hand him something when he’s asked. 

Dew does all of it without complaint. He’s more squeamish than Aether. Proclaiming, without any sort of filter, that he isn’t going to empty any bedpans, Aeth. That’s fucking gross.

Aether doesn’t have the heart to tell him that there aren’t any bedpans in play right now. It’s quiet now–rounds are done. Dew’s settled in behind the nurses station with a book. Booted feet propped up on the desk, leaning just a little too far back in the chair. Aether watches him–can’t help it. Eyes drawn to the way Dew’s lips move a little as he reads, the way they always do when he’s fully engrossed. 

Aether watches the little furrow appear between his brow. He’ll smooth it away with his thumb later, when he finally gets out of here and takes Dew to bed. Pulling that overwarm body against his and pressing his cool fingers to all of the places Dew finds stuck. A clenched jaw, a creased brow, tense shoulders. 

Aether stands at the end of the infirmary hallway and watches him turn page after page. He should do something else. His job isn’t to watch Dewdrop. The abbey counts on him, needs him. His work is important. But he hasn’t been able to do this for months. And Dew has been attentive ever since he got home. Always aware, always watching–the way Aether is now. Cataloging all the little things about him that he missed. 

Dew turns the page again and looks up, meeting Aether’s eyes. Aether can’t hear his chuckle for the distance and the noise of a thousand medical machines around him but he sees it, and the eyeroll that accompanies it. 

“What?” Dew asks, loud enough to be heard but still classifying as a whisper. 

“Nothing.” 

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” 

“Can’t a guy just look?” 

He expects another smartass remark, but what he gets is a little more color on Dew’s cheeks, another eye roll. Eyes darting back down into the book to avoid really looking at Aether–to avoid having to admit that he likes it when Aether looks. 

Aether turns back to his job–spell not broken just interrupted. He stands in front of the big window that overlooks the wide back yard of the abbey and looks out as he counts pills into paper cups labeled with names and times.  The hill that slopes down to the lake. The forest at the far edge. If it was light out he’d be able to see the ridge of Mountain’s favorite greenhouse, and the maze even further off. As it is–all he sees is white. The snow falling in big fluffy flakes–faster than seems possible. Piling high on the grass. Burying the abbey under a blanket of white they won’t be free of until late spring. 

Their easy calm is broken when the infirmary door slams open. Two harried looking siblings burst in, one of them heavily pregnant. There’s sweat beading on her forehead–her habit gone, or forgotten. Auburn hair sticking to her skin in damp clumps. The other sibling holds onto her, supports her weight as best they can as they rush into the infirmary and right up to the nurses desk and a stunned Dewdrop. 

Dew puts his book down. “Uh–Aeth?” 

Aether is already there, coming up behind them to slot against the sister’s other side. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wild and pain filled. He knows this sister–she’s been coming to him for all of her check-ups throughout her pregnancy, no issues, entirely healthy. And, Aether calculates a week early. Nothing to worry about. He puts his hand on the small of her back. 

“How far apart, Isla?”

“Five minutes just like you said,” Isla winces as another contraction hits and she bares down on the nurses station. Dew looks ready to flee. Eyes darting between Aether and the two siblings. 

“Good,” Aether says, calm, low. He pulls Isla and her friend away from the nurses desk and leads them into a room just off of it–empty and freshly cleaned. He gives Isla instructions to change into a hospital gown, and leaves her in her friend’s capable hands while he darts back into the main lobby. Dew’s got his book in his hand again–and his coat slung over his arm. 

“I’ll be in my room when you’re done–”

“I need your help,” Aether says without argument. Gathering things he needs from the nurses station by the arm full. He’s delivered plenty of babies alone–but it’s ill advised. And Dew is right here–he’s not getting out of this. 

“Oh hell no, this is way above my pay grade.” 

“There is no pay grade. Put on some gloves and help me,” Aether pauses, fully looks at Dew. There’s fear in his dilated pupils, in the rushed shallow breaths expanding his chest. Aether pins him with his gaze–allows himself this moment. “Please.” 

Dew sighs, he grimaces. Uncomfortable but unable to say no to Aether–not when he really does need him. He tosses his book down on the desk. “Promise I’m not going to like, accidentally kill a baby or something?” 

“You will not be going anywhere near any babies.” Aether promises, and Dew groans, but snaps on a pair of gloves and follows Aether into the room. Trailing behind him nervously. Isla is on the bed when they get there. Her friend, who introduces themself as Rae, standing up by her head. Their hand carding over Isla’s forehead, brushing sweaty hair away from her temples. Their fingers are laced together. 

Aether talks them through everything he does. Every touch, every movement. It’s as for Isla and Rae as it is for Dew who is still radiationg panic despite having pulled himself together enough that the humans in the room don’t notice. 

Dew, contrary to his own beliefs about hismelf, is good under pressure. Aether won’t tell him this–not yet anyway–but there is no one else he’d rather have with him. Not even the siblings who have training are as level-headed as he is when he needs to be. 

When Aether asks for something, it’s in his hand before the word is all the way out of his mouth. Dew’s warm fingers brushing his. 

As most birth’s go–it’s an arduous process. The snow piles up outside. Isla’s contractions get closer and closer together. Hours pass. Dew gets his shit together. He follows Aether’s orders. Not nearly as squeamish as he pretends to be. Keeping a close eye on Isla’s process as Aether flits around for IV’s and blood pressure machines, and a thousand other things. 

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Isla says late in the game–minutes before Aether is going to tell her to start pushing. He’s exhausted his back hurts. Rae consoles her, pets her hair and tells her that of course she can. She shakes her head, vehement. 

“No. I can’t. I can’t be a mom. What am I doing?” 

Aether opens his mouth, not sure what’s going to come out, trying to find the right words despite his exhaustion. Dew places a warm hand on Isla’s knee and cuts him off. 

“Sure you can,” Dew says, soft, sure. “You’re doing this. This is fucking brutal. Being a mom can’t be worse than this.” 

And though Aether knows that isn’t true–Dew probably does too–it seems to take some of the edge off. Maybe just from the surprise of Dew actually butting in. But Isla looks at him, pain morphing her face, she laughs, bitter and relieved at the same time. 

“Yeah. This does suck a lot.” 

“See,” Dew squeezes her knee. “Just a few more minutes and this part will be over and then it’s the good part. You’ve got this. No backing out now.” 

Aether doesn’t know where those words come from. Dew who hates all children–ghoul and human alike. Who a few hours ago was about to tuck tail and run–to be out of Aether’s sight line for the first time in weeks just because this was about to happen near him. Saying shit like this? Encouragement? Enthusiasm. 

Determination settles over Isla’s face, she nods at Dew once. Sharp. And then turns her eyes to Aether. “I’m ready to get to the good part.” 

It’s quick after that. And before long Aether is handing Isla a screaming baby. It’s another hour before he can take a small break. The baby cleaned and swaddled, snuggled up with it’s mother. Rae resting fitfully in the chair while Isla stares at her baby. Aether leaves them to it and walks out into the lobby to find the sun rising. Pink hues casting over the floor. Blizzard over. The world outside the windows snow bright and fresh. He finds Dew at the nurses station, book in hand again, nose firmly in it. Brow creased. 

Aether kisses him right between where his horns would be and Dew looks up and over at him. Looking exhausted. Eyes fighting to stay open.

 “Hey,” he rasps, saving his place in the book and setting it on the desk. Aether brushes an errand strand of hair behind Dew’s ear. 

“Go back to your room. I’ll meet you there as soon as I switch with Omega.” 

Dew shakes his head. He leans his head against Aether’s bicep. “I’m good. I’ll wait.” 

“You’re going to have to detach from me at some point you know?” 

“Yeah. But not yet,” Dew shrugs. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” 

“Leech.” 

“Mmhm,” Dew nods. Eyes fluttering as he leans into Aether’s body. They’re quiet for a moment, the quiet only broken by a ragged cough from a room down the hall. 

“Thanks for staying–for helping,” Aether says softly. “I know that isn’t your thing but you really–”

“It wasn’t that bad.” 

“You going to tell me where all that sappy shit in there came from?” Aether teases, then sobers. “You were incredible, really.” 

Dew tips his head and opens his eyes, looking up at Aether with adoration that threatens to knock the breath from his lungs. He shrugs. “I mean. Just kind of thought of it like tour. Get the hard part over with. Get to the good part.” 

“This is the good part?” Aether cocks an eyebrow.  “You’re the good part.”

[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 19: Cuteness Aggression - Rain/Dew

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be slightly shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) Words - 777

    For some reason, Dew always loved watching his pack doing the mundane and domestic things around the den. Mountain wiping down the kitchen, Aether hoovering the carpet, Cumulus dusting the shelves, or as he was currently witnessing, Rain doing the dishes.

    Seeing the skinny Water Ghoul at the sink, softly swaying and singing to the music playing from his phone as he scrubbed coffee mugs and plates and cereal bowls really made Dewdrop’s heart flutter.

    The Fire Ghoul had long given up on watching whatever show Cirrus had left on before leaving for work in favour of watching his Rainbow wash up. The water in the sink was a slightly revolting shade of brown but the Water Ghoul’s grey-blue arms and the inky-black of his hair with the sea-glass horns curling up was enough to make Dew sigh wistfully and kick his feet a little.

    “Like what you see or something?” Rain chuckled, feeling the burning stare on the back of his head.

    “Well, I can certainly see your best attribute from here.” Dew said as his eyes trailed down to Rain’s butt.

    The bassist laughed and wiggled his hips for Dew’s benefit.

    The Fire Ghoul purred and kept watching as Rain conquered the stacks of dishes that had piled up in everyone’s tiredness since coming home from the first leg of their tour. And there was a lot so Dew had plenty of time to watch.

    However, in typical Dew fashion, he soon got bored and decided to slink on up behind Rain, standing on his tiptoes and wrapping his arms around his waist as he hooked his chin over the taller Ghoul’s shoulder.

    “Mmmm, cosy…” Rain purred as Dew’s natural warmth plastered itself along his back, closing his eyes and tipping his head back a little.

    “You smell good.” Dew responded, nuzzling Rain’s neck and feeling his nose twitch as the frill of the Water Ghoul’s gills tickled his nose.

    “Do I…? Went for a soak yesterday.” Rain responded as he got back to work on his chore.

    “And you didn’t invite me? Bitch.” Dew said, squeezing his arms around Rain’s stomach to force an “oof!” from his mouth.

    “You were too busy when I went.” Rain defended, slapping Dew’s leg with his tail in revenge.

    “Doing what?!” Dew exclaimed.

    “Aether.”

    “…”

    “…”

    “That does sound accurate.” Dew acquiesced.

    Rain laughed and shook his head, making a few bubbles rise from the suds in the sink and pop against Dew’s horns.

    The Fire Ghoul stuck his tongue out before resuming his nuzzling of Rain’s neck.

    Rain continued his gentle dancing and singing as he somehow made the inelegant job of cleaning grimy dishes look almost fanciful. Dew was forced to sway along with it and he felt the vibrations of Rain’s voice from where his face was pressed into his neck.

    The two have quite the special bond. While to start with, when Rain was summoned, Dew could hardly stand to be in the same room for a whole minute, only seeing everything that was taken away from him in his forced transition to Fire. But it was actually Rain helping Dew see that he was still allowed to be like a Water Ghoul that allowed him to heal. And the two had practically been best friends ever since.

    And sometimes that allowed Dew to do his best koala impression against Rain’s back while he did responsible adult things for the both of them.

    Dew’s purrs only grew stronger as he kept watching those webbed fingers at work and he nuzzled more against Rain’s scent gland. Though soon enough, just being against Rain wasn’t quite enough for Dew. So, he picked a spot, opened his maw, and bit down.

    “Shit!” Rain yelped as he tried to squirm away but Dew’s teeth were planted firmly (and harmlessly) in the meat of his shoulder.

    Dew kept himself there and felt himself become a little more contended but it wasn’t quite enough. He went all along Rain’s shoulders and neck, smacking his lips like he was tasting some fine caviar. Which Rain was to him anyway.

    “The fuck are you doing, you little gremlin?” Rain laughed.

    Dew purred as he nipped his way back along the path he just took.

    “You’re so cute like this.”

    “You’re a fucking weirdo.” Rain shook his head.

    “Mmm, your weirdo.” Dew grinned.

    “Nope, you’re going straight back to Aether when he gets home.”

    Dew bit down again, not dissimilar to how a dog holds onto their favourite toy when it’s threatened to be taken away.

    Rain knew he was fucked by the gesture that was a silent You’re never getting rid of me. Ever.

[im-queen-of-the-black-forest]

L is for the way-

Rain: *curled up with dew in the ghoul nest* Hey Dew? Guess what?

Dew: *almost asleep* hmm?

Rain: Love, is a five letter word.

Dew:…what?

Rain: Because it’s incomplete, without ‘u’ 🥰

Dew: *lil smile*…..lovue?

Rain: No-

Dew: *already falling back asleep* Luove?

Rain: *pulling the blanket over Dews head* shut up.

[lilypadlys]

Haircuts make Dew uncomfortable.

A product of his element transition was that his hair got badly singed and most of the length had to be cut off. Dew loved his platinum blonde, practically white hair. Took immaculate care of it. Adored its body and how it rippled like water. And suddenly it was burnt and matted and gone. Then to add insult to injury, even after it grew back it became a harvest gold.

Dew hates it at first. No matter how much Aether and Mountain insist that his hair is prettier than ever, that it suits him so well, he hates it. At first, he wears it back and under hats and beanies, refusing to deal with it. Eventually it gets so bad though that he tries to bleach it. Unfortunately the bleach further trashes his already damaged hair and he has to get it cut short all over again.

His packmates know he needs help but they aren’t sure what to do. Compliments and affirmations are all well and good but they don't really help. Doesn’t fix it. He knows his packmates mean well but he can’t really take their words to heart.

Then one day, Cumulus asks Dew for his help with doing her hair. Says she’s trimming it to avoid split ends and could he help her with the back sections? He agrees and helps her out. He helps her straighten her hair so she can trim it, then helps her work in product afterwards to help it regain its curl. Then she asks if he would like her to do his.

He refuses immediately. His hair has just gotten back to a couple inches below shoulder length, still too short for his liking, and even an end trim seems like too much. She doesn’t take offense though, just nods and changes the subject; has him pick what scent of hair mask she should use next.

And then next time she does her hair, she has him help her decide how to style it; braids or in space buns. And the time after that if she should cut it all short for summer. He immediately gasps at the thought, and waxes poetic about how pretty her hair is until they’re both giggling. And then he regards his own tangled mane in the mirror.

He asks in a quiet voice if he can borrow her hair scissors. She agrees, handing them over and watching him carefully. He brings the scissors up to the ends of his hair, but he stops. Freezes. He can’t do it.

“Would you like me to help?” She asks gently.

He hesitates and then nods, passing the scissors back over. She gestures for him to sit on the edge of the tub and stands behind him.

“I’m just going to get the ends, alright? Just to help your hair be a bit less tangled. Is that okay?”

He nods, not trusting his voice.

She brushes through his hair gently, mindful of the tangles. Asks one more time if he’s okay with this. When he nods again she wraps a towel around him. She works as quickly as she can while still being careful to make sure everything is even. When she’s done, she sets the scissors aside and uses her air magic to sweep the cut ends of his hair away into the trashcan and out of sight. Then she brushes through his hair again and grabs the curling iron.

“Okay if I style it a little?”

“Sure.” Dew shrugs noncommittally.

An ironic perk of Dew’s hair now is that it’s a lot more fire resistant. Still Cumulus is careful not to turn the iron on too hot and risk burning herself. She uses it to add a slight wave to Dew’s hair before finally letting him look.

Dew gets up and shyly glances at himself in the mirror, eyes going wide once he does. Even though it’s not perfect, there’s still damaged ends left from lack of regular care, Dew has to admit that it looks a lot better. Cumulus had to take about three inches off but as he runs a hand through it and doesn’t get caught on a rats nest of tangled ends he sighs in relief. The slight wave has the corner of his mouth quirking up even as he begins to blink rapidly.

“Feel a little bit better?” Cumulus asks.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

They both ignore how Dew’s voice cracks a little. Cumulus definitely doesn’t notice that dampness around Dew’s eyes. She busies herself cleaning up while Dew turns away and rubs his eyes.

“If you’re up for it, I know what might really help. A nice deep shampooing and conditioning will go a long way towards helping maintain your hair. You can use my stuff and I’ll even help you wash if you want.”

Dew knows how protective over her hair products Cumulus is. The fact that she’s offering makes him smile. He nods.

“Thank you.”

Cumulus gets the both of them ensconced in the tub, Dew using his magic to keep the water steamy while Cumulus massages shampoo through his hair. The way her claws gently card over his scalp has him purring in no time despite the stress he’d been feeling. By the time she’s rinsing the conditioner, she practically has to hold him up so he doesn’t fall asleep right there in the bath. After, she helps him stand and wraps him in her fluffiest towel before wrapping a smaller towel around his head to dry his hair.

“Why don’t you get some comfy clothes and I’ll get a nest ready. Sounds good?”

“Uh huh.” Dew’s too worn out and sleepy to fuss about being taken care of.

He dutifully pads off to his room to change and Cumulus makes good on her promise and sets up a blanket and pillow nest. She’s just fluffing the last pillow when Dew returns in an oversized tee and sleep shorts, and mostly dry hair. Without complaint, he hops up on the bed and sinks into the blankets with a happy chirp. Cumulus finishes drying her own hair, changes into pajamas and joins him.

“Okay if I braid your hair? It’ll help with tangles and it’ll be wavy in the morning.”

“Kay.” He murmurs, already drifting off. She giggles and retrieves her brush from her nightstand. Dew is fast asleep before she even ties the braid off with a silk scrunchie.

[juttytaylorsmustache]

𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖞

𝐷𝒂𝐲 9, “🅆𝓪ⓡ𝖒𝐢𝒏𝕘 𝚝ⓗ𝕖𝘮 ⓤ𝕡”

Warnings: comfort to smut, still comfort, fluff, momma rain, ftm rain

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“Your freezing,” rain says with a small whine of worry as he places a hand on sodos forehead.

Sodo looks up at the taller ghoul with a fatigued look in his eyes, “what?”

“Oh this won’t do, dew, are you sick?” He asks, webbed fingers examining the fire ghouls flesh and eyes.

“I’m not sick.” He replies in a low, unsuspecting voice despite his loud usual nature, “just tiered.”

Rain frowns before giving the shorter ghouls cheek a kiss, “come on, let’s warm you up firefly.”

The water ghoul beckons him over to the large fireplace in the ghoul den, “sit yourself down and I’ll grab you something warm to drink.” He says as sodo crawls into the deep corner of the couch.

He returns with a cup of coffee, a staple to the fire ghoul. Sodo takes it and drinks it all almost instantly. He grabs the blankets and wraps himself in them like a mummy as rain joins him in the confines of fluffy fabric.

“How are you feeling?” Rain asks, hands trailing up the fire ghouls chest.

“M’ fine.” He lies.

It was always the week after the ghouls rut that they experienced sickness and unwell being from their bodies attempting to recover. For sodo, it was always what they called “ghoul wash”, when the ghoul experiences severity of the opposing element. Last year, dews fingertips had frostbite and he couldn’t regulate his body temperature.

“Just that after shock of rut season hmm?” Rain purrs as he tightens his grip around the ghoul.

“Are you not bothered by all of the heat?” Sodo asks, tail slowly wrapping around rains ankle.

“No, not if it’s with you.” He smiles, a finger tracing along the scars on sodos chest.

The fire ghoul smiles softly, mustache hairs scratching against rains chest as he rolls over.

“Not warm enough…” he says into his neck, tail trailing up his blue limb slowly like a snake.

“Really? Well that’s an issue,” rain says as he licks a stripe up dews cheek, “firefly needs body heat doesn’t he?”

The ghoul smirks, even with his element lacking, the spark of mischief and love could never be smothered.

Rain slowly rises from the bundle of blankets, air sending a shiver down sodos spine. He takes off his long sleeved shirt, neck his pants and his briefs as he straddles sodo.

“Need more heat…” the fire ghoul smiles deviously as he pulls the covers to the side, unbuttoning his own clothes.

It’s ethereal the way rains hair shapes his face, and how his long eye lashes cover his white irises. His lips soft and blue like his speckles skin with scaled patches and gills. Even in the dark light of the den you can still see the different blue and teal pigments on his water color painted skin. Rain was truly a serene touch of the water gods.

It didn’t take but just a look at rains nude form for the fire ghoul to get hard. Sodo grabbed rains hips, just below where fins slightly come off his flesh and back into his thigh.

“Let me see that beautiful cunt,” dew says, two slender fingers sliding between rains folds.

The water ghoul let out a whimper as arousal dripped from his core onto dews cock.

“there you go little drop,” sodo says, easing the tip of his cock into rain.

Rain breaths a shaky breath, feeling dews erextion press against his cervix. “Are you warm now?”

Sodo sighs as he feels a wave of pleasure wash over him, “your cunt is always warm enough,” he says, holding rain tight against his chest as he rolls on his side. He grabs rains thigh and puts it over his torso as he fucks into his side.

“Let’s stay like this forever..” rain whines softly as hes thrusted in slowly.

“You would die of a heat stroke my love..”

MUSHY MAY BY @forlorn-crows!!!