Hi ink, would you be wiling to write a Rain/reader fic where the ghoul and the reader have a cute moment together, where rain teaches the reader to play guitar?
okay I had to look all of this up since I’m still kinda new to Ghost and the ghouls (mainly who played what during what era and who was who). since this request is for Rain, he’s going to be showing the reader how to play bass. shoutout to this post for helping me in my time of need so I could piece things together and also giving me an idea for this fic. I also used this video for the bass tabs for the song
You had known Rain for a few years now, having originally met him when you noticed Sodo wasn’t lugging around his old bass and was instead carrying a fantomen. “Oh, yeah. We got a new ghoul,” he told you, tail gesturing to the new summon you had passed by a few times. “He’s uh… kinda quiet, but he plays good.”
“I thought you played bass?” You had cocked your head at him, your brows knit together.
He rolled his eyes at your comment. “I play both.” And he said it with such a tone that it sounded like he was calling you stupid. “Alpha’s contract finally ended, he didn’t want to renew it; I took his place.”
“And we got Rain.” He nodded.
“And we got Rain,” he parroted. “How about you go talk to him? I’m sure he’d love to meet our helpful little human.”
And you did. You walked right over to the ghoul and introduced yourself, telling him that you helped the other ghouls get ready for upcoming rituals and kept track of inventory. And Sodo had been right: Rain was shy. He was a gentleman, but he stumbled over his words in the beginning. You thought it was cute.
As time passed though, it was like watching a flower bloom. Your once shy, soft-spoken water ghoul was becoming more confident, and not just on stage. You saw how he initiated conversation with the other ghouls and started to make jokes. You loved it. You loved seeing his smile and hearing him laugh with the others. Even now that he was starting to get comfortable with the others, he kept you involved. You were the first one he sought out whenever he wanted company or wanted to go somewhere. And of course you would agree. You loved spending time with him and getting to know more about him. It seemed that no matter how much time passed, you two still got to figure out something new about each other.
And tonight was no different. It wasn’t uncommon for you two to spend time together in his room. Hell, it was where you had found him most of the time to begin with, the poor ghoul having been too shy in the beginning to spend time out in the common area with the others. You had been laying on his bed with him sitting next to you, the two of you exchanging stories of your time at the abbey. He noticed you looking at his bass after a while.
“Do you play?” he asks you.
“Nah. Sodo offered to teach me, but we never got around to it,” you explain. You see his tail flick before he gets up, crossing the room as he gently takes his bass from the wall mount. He’s smiling when he climbs back onto the bed, motioning for you to sit up.
“How about I teach you?” You can tell he’s excited, his tail constantly moving behind him as he hands the instrument over to you.
“I’m not sure how good I’ll be,” you laugh.
“Practice makes perfect, right?”
You smile at him. “Right.”
He had walked you up and down the scales first, sitting beside you and pointing out the strings you needed to be on and where your fingers should be positioned. He kept you on track, his index finger gently tapping your knee in a rhythm as he softly counted one two, three four over and over.
When you felt like you had the basics down and a decent understanding on the notes, he decided to move on. You two had decided on Cirice, saying that, not only was it well known, the beginning would’ve been easy to teach you.
“Cirice is played in 4/4, which is also called common time,” he explains to you. “It’s just four quarter notes for every measure. And in the beginning, the bass has a seven-measure rest.”
“So you just sit there and count to twenty-eight before you start playing?” you tease, earning yourself a soft laugh from the ghoul.
“Sort of. During the rituals, I listen to the guitar, and then Mountain’s cymbal kinda… counts me down. I know I enter just before he hits it a ninth time.” You supposed it made sense, the little cues they all looked for from one another. He uses his claw to point at the string. “Then it’s half notes. 7 for two beats, then 9 for the last two.”
He does this, walking you through it slowly. You didn’t realize how slow the bass part was. Instead of letting you go on, he has you repeat the first few measures of you actually playing the song to get a feel for it.
“Then on the next part, you slide your hand up the neck from 9, and to 1.” Though you’re still holding the bass, Rain still makes the same gesture with his hands. You follow as best you can, having to redo it a few times before you finally get it down. That proud smile he gives you when you finally do it makes your stomach do flips.
“Does it always stay this slow?” you ask him. He shakes his head.
“Well, not as slow as this. Even before Papa starts singing, it picks up a little bit,” he tells you. You give him a smile, handing the bass over.
“Could you show me?” He’s hesitant but finally takes it. You notice how, instead of his claw tapping like it was for you, his foot just barely taps in that same one two, three four beat.
You can hear him softly humming the song as he plays, probably to also help keep on track. But you notice how the notes are faster, especially when you hear the first “can you hear the rumble” and watch as his hand bends so fast to string together three notes before he goes back into the normal position.
“I didn’t know you had to do that.” you comment, catching his attention.
“Yeah. It’s not too bad, though.” he laughs softly. “You know, practice and all. Really, that’s the only like… complex part. Everything else is pretty straightforward.”
You watch him as he plays, softly singing with him as he goes. You’re both staring at the bass, watching each string he plucks. You notice he picks his head up finally.
“Can’t you see that you’re lost?” He holds your gaze as he sings to you and you don’t even register that you’ve stopped. The bass still making some noise, though it’s softer than his voice was. His hand slides up the neck as he continues. “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”
But he doesn’t pluck the cord for the next part. You don’t know who leaned in first but his lips press against yours when the next note should’ve hit. It’s slow, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. He shuffles, setting the bass down on his bed as he reaches out for you. One hand is on your cheek while the other gently holds the base of your neck.
You’re both silent when you pull away, his eyes lidded as he stares at you. You let a smile dance across your lips.
“I don’t remember that happening during the rituals,” you tease softly. He laughs.
“The other ghouls wish that would happen.” There he is, the blossomed flower you loved seeing.
Your thumb strokes his cheek. “Well, if all practices with you are gonna be like this, I’d love to have more of them.”
“It doesn’t have to be just practice,” he tells you softly. “We could do this more. Whenever you’d want.”
“Rain, are you asking me out?”
You can see how the panic takes over in his eyes. “I-I mean, if that’s something you would want. You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Like, I feel like we just click and-”
“Rain.” He looks at you, lips pursed together. “I would love to.”
185 notes
·
View notes
Since Calico and I are writing in it, I wanted to talk about Rabbit’s Ghoul verse.
Essentially, after whatever attempt on Copia’s life Rabbit makes (depends on the verse, the mun writing Copia, etc) Rabbit is returned as an air ghoul.
With Calico, this also includes a Terzo ghoul at the same time, but it’s also fine without.
- She cannot discuss her previous life.
- she spends most of her time not serving the Ghost project in the mausoleum, almost always curled up around Secondo’s casket. This leads to her being called Melacholia— in addition to her generally sour personality, which, like, duh.
- summoned with long horns that pointed upwards like bunny ears (she broke these off) and a soft cloud like tail that resembles wispy cotton (she glamours herself a more cat like tail)
- it’s something I’ve established before, but Rabbit’s voice claim has ALWAYS (since 2008) been Jewel, particularly in Who Will Save Your Soul and I’ve always also written her as a piano player— it’s the only reason why she’s an air ghoul rather than a quintessence which I think otherwise would fit better
That’s it homies that’s all there is
5 notes
·
View notes