#swiss ghoul fan fiction

[fruityrituals]

inked & marked

swiss ghoul x fem reader

summary: swiss acts on his feelings about a new tattoo you got dedicated to the ghouls

cw: explicit, unprotected sex, breeding, bondage, breath play, oral, blood, mask kink

(18+) / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Ghost Masterlist

(divider below from @cafekitsune) | pics above from pinterest

Today is the first time in a while that you have a lot of alone time. The ghouls and papa have been on a break from tour for a couple months now and today they've started doing practices since tour starts again in a couple weeks. You had no idea what to do with your day without the multi-ghoul. After cleaning your’s and Swiss’ room, doing some chores around the ministry, and giving yourself bangs, you look at yourself in the mirror after a shower and look over all your tattoos and decide that its time for a new one. The last few months, you have been thinking about getting a tattoo dedicated to the current Ghost era since they would be changing a lot of things soon and you want to have some type of permanent memory since you met Swiss in their current era. You get a tattoo of the ghouls helmet on your hip and once you get home, you strip down staying in just your black lace thong and bra with your knee high socks and laid in bed listening to music waiting for Swiss to get back. You know your ghoul and know that this tattoo will get some type of reaction out of him.

Swiss gets home about an hour later walking through the door of your room still dressed in his helmet and stage clothing as he says “i really need a bath i’m very sweaty and smelly and i-”. He pauses when he sees you in the bed in your lace. He quickly shuts the door behind him and quietly walks over to the bed. You were laying on your stomach with headphones on and reading a book so you don’t hear him come in. He observes your body as he starts to undo his vest, then tilts his head when his eyes reach the new tattoo. When he notices you don’t know he’s there, he lets his tail come around, caress your tattoo, then the tip of his tail slaps your ass. You jolt and turn around quickly looking up at Swiss with a hand over your chest “you scared the shit out of me!”. Swiss points at the tattoo as he keeps his eyes on it and says “whats that?”. You grin looking from him, to the tattoo, then back up at him “a little memory of the era i met you in, also to show my love for all of you guys. you like it?”. Swiss grins under his helmet as he takes off his vest and starts undoing his shirt taking that off too leaving him in hit helmet, pants and boots “undo my pants” he says as he looks down at you on the bed. You quickly crawl over to the edge of the bed in front of him as you run your hands down his torso first then undid his belt. Swiss was already bulging beneath the fabrics and it doesn’t take you long to eagerly undo his pants letting his dick spring out. You bite your lip looking up at him as you watch his chest rise and fall, “suck”. You grinned wrapping a hand around his length and place your other hand on his thigh as you spit on his tip before you start stroking his cock. He immediately moans knocking his head back as his tail comes around and wraps around your neck. You swirl your tongue on the tip and then take him into your mouth hitting the back of your throat each time as he moans out “fuck, such a good girl” as his tail tightens around your neck. You guys have safe words and gestures if you ever need him to stop, but if you couldn’t speak, your gesture was tapping his thighs, so he puts both your hands in his thighs as he wraps your hair in his fists and thrusts into your mouth taking all of him until you’re gagging on him. His tail wraps tighter around your neck until the edge of your vision starts tunneling and your head becomes hazy. After a couple more thrusts and his tail tightening, tap both his thighs with your hands 3 times and he loosens his tail and releases your head quickly pulling you up into his arms. He kisses your neck as you catch your breath and let you vision come back to you.

Once he hears your breathing evened out, he shoves you on your back onto the bed and quickly rips off your panties. You adjust yourself so your hips are half way off the edge of the bed as you watch him kick off his boots and the rest of his clothes, he then pulls off his helmet and he had a smirk on his face as he places the helmet on your head and secures the buckle under the chin since it was too big for you. You grin up at him then bite your lip as he gets on his knees beside the bed. His tail comes around and runs along your tattoo on your hip and around your pelvis then to your clit making you jolt and let out a soft whine. Swiss lines up his cock to your entrance slowly pushing into you as you drop your head back letting out a relieved moan. He grips your hips with both hands making you flinch as he sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt. Swiss only give you 10 seconds to adjust before he grunts and starts thrusting inside of you. He takes one hand off of the tattooed hip trailing his hand up and down your body then up to your neck wrapping his hand around it. You start to sweat already with the helmet on and you cant see him that well because it doesn’t fit you right. His tail is rubbing against your sensitive bud as he thrusts into you “you look so hot with my helmet on baby while you’re taking my cock like such a good girl”. His praises and the pace of his cock ramming into you combined with his tail working your clit sends your head tilting back causing you to arch your back and moan out his name.

Swiss wraps his arms around you as he pulls you to his chest and stands up from the ground while still buried deep inside of you. He sit on the bed putting his back against the headboard and settles you into his lap. You readjust yourself as you place your hands on the headboard above his head and start bouncing in his lap. Swiss lets out a whiny moan as he undoes the strap of the helmet and take it off of you “i need to kiss you and see your beautiful fucking face” he wraps one hand on the back of your neck and starts kissing you roughly as you both moan on each other. You pull away from the kiss after a few moments and look down at him and find him looking up at you with such lustful eyes and you say “so you like my new tattoo then?” You grin at him as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth sucking on it then bit it softly looking up at you through his lashes before pulling his mouth away and says “fucking love it baby and i love you” he kisses your neck and you moan out “i love you too” then you both kiss each other roughly again. You feel your orgasm sneaking up and he knows it as he feels your walls tighten around him. He shakes his head and pulls out of you causing you to gasp. You glare at him “what the fuck Swiss!” he grins as he puts his hand over your mouth and says “not yet baby” and removes his hans from your mouth and kisses you gently before moving you off his lap “hands and knees now”

You quickly move onto your hands and knees on the bed and he gets behind you. He leans over you as he pushes your face down into the bed leaving your ass in the air, then he takes your hands putting them behind your back and his tail comes around and secures your wrists together. Your heart is racing and your squirming and dripping on the bed waiting for him to absolutely rail you from behind. Swiss leans down running his tongue up your back, then he sinks his teeth into your shoulder biting you drawing blood. Your legs tighten together as you squirm a bit and he licks the blood from your shoulder then slaps your ass “spread your legs”. You let out a yelp and flinch as you keep your legs together liking to push him over the edge. He leans down and presses his lips to your ear “did you hear me? i told you to spread your legs and i wont ask again”. That sends shivers down your spine straight to your core as you reply “make me”. Swiss lets out a low chuckle as he sits back up and slaps your ass with both hands then leans down and sinks his teeth into your hip right above your fresh tattoo. You gasp letting out a whine into the bed as you give in and spread your legs for him and he replies with a “good fucking girl” then thrusts into you without warning sending a loud moan passed your lips as you bite the bedsheets. He starts thrusting into you at a harsh pace. The sting from him slapping your ass, the pain from the bites he made combined with his tail restraining your wrist and his dick slamming into you makes you feel like you are about to scream and come undone. He grips your hair with one hand pulling your head back as he continues his pace. You start to tighten around him and he moans at the feeling as he wraps a hand around to you neck and pulls you up flush against his chest as he thrusts up into you like that. His hand tightens around your neck as he whispers into your ear “i’m going to fill you up baby”. You nod quickly letting out a whine as you grip his arm and you quickly come undone and he follows close behind you as you both moan out and he empties deep inside of you as his thrusts become sloppy. He leans back on his heels as he wraps one arm around your torso and keeps the other hand around your neck as he kisses your lips roughly and keeps you there for a few more moments before slowly pulling out of you with a groan.

Swiss scoops you up right away carrying you to the bathroom setting you on the toilet as he starts filling the tub with warm water. As the tub fills, he walks over and stands in front of you cupping your cheeks and leans down kissing your lips very slow and sweet. You both smile on each others lips as he whispers “i love you” and you reply with and “i love you too”. He helps you into the tub once its filled and he sits behind you with his legs on either side. It always made you chuckle when he takes a bath with you because he was too big for it with his knees sticking out of the water above the edge of the tub. He takes a wash cloth wrapping his arms around you as he gently washed your body for you, then your hair. You return the favor to him and once you’re both out the shower and in bed, he walks over to you with some ointment for your tattoo. He kisses your ghoul tattoo then applies the healing ointment on it gently. Once he gets into bed, he pulls you flushed against his chest and you both sleep tangled with each other.

[her-satanic-wiles]

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[mac-and-thefox]

MAC!!!!! 21 and/or 28 with Swiss and whoever else u want!

GAIGE!!! I finally had the spoons to write smut again, so here you go my dear!!

I'm sorry this took so long 😭😭

Some Rulti mirror thigh-fucking, just for you!

Soft as Silk

Rain stands in front of the mirror, watching the way the fabric of the silk slip shifts against his stomach as he twists his body from side to side. Rain loves silk. He loves the way it feels like water against his skin, cool and soft. He has been wanting to wear one of these for awhile, it feels intimate, a little forbidden. 

The slip is a creamy white, almost pearlescent in the way it shimmers and catches the light as Rain runs his hands along his torso and over his hips. His fingers catch on the pale blue-gray lace trim along the bottom of the slip, sliding underneath to trace along his thighs. Rain bites his lower lip, releasing a soft moan as he watches his hand inch underneath the fabric to cup at the soft bulge barely hiding underneath.

Rain slowly runs a finger up and down the underside of his cock, teasing himself with soft, feather-light touches. He wraps his hand around the growing length and slowly strokes up and down, rubbing his thumb over the head, spreading the small pearls of precum around. His eyes travel upwards, following his other hand as it snakes its way up his body, stopping to skate along the lace covering his chest, fingering the delicate flowers that perfectly match the color of the flush spreading across his cheeks and collarbones. Rain watches his hand travel up towards his neck. His fingers wrap around his throat and he moans as he squeezes his own throat lightly, still fingering himself under the slip with his other hand. His cock grows hard under his soft ministrations, kicking in his hand. He moans again, voice pitching up as he slides a finger tip along his gills,  squeezing his own throat again. 

“Hey Rainbow, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk with me—Oh…”

Rain spins towards the door to see Swiss standing in his doorway, a coat clutched in hand. Rain moves to cover himself with his arms, wrapping them around his chest and torso as he gapes at Swiss with a wide-eyed stare. 

“I didn’t…it’s not…this isn’t what it looks like!” Rain stammers, tail curling around his calf tightly.

Swiss stands there, mouth slightly open as he takes in the sight before him. Rain fidgets with the hem of the slip, the other arm still wrapped around himself as Swiss slowly approaches him, dropping his coat on the ground and pulling his shirt over his head. Swiss stands behind Rain, settling his hands on his shoulders as he looks the Water ghoul up and down in the mirror.

“What…is this?” Swiss asks, words falling slowly, haltingly, out of his mouth.

“It–it’s nothing, just something Cirrus gave me,” Rain whispers, shuddering at the feeling of Swiss running his nose up and down Rain’s neck and behind his ear, scenting him, never taking his eyes off of Rain in the mirror.

“My dear Rainy, this does not look like ‘nothing’,” Swiss growls. 

Rain watches in the mirror as Swiss’s hands leave his shoulders, running across his chest and sliding down his waist, across his stomach. There’s a hungry look in the Multi ghoul’s half-lidded eyes, and Rain emits a small whimper as Swiss’s large hands move to grasp at his waist, hooking his chin over Rain’s shoulder. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Swiss murmurs, feeling the soft silk of the slip beneath his hands, “Wanna feel you against my skin.”

Rain whines low in his throat. Swiss moves in closer behind him and Rain can feel Swiss’s chest press against his back, his rapidly swelling cock pushing into the cleft of his ass. Rain shrinks into himself slightly turning away from his reflection, a lilac blush spreading across his cheeks and collarbones. 

“Hey, don’t hide baby. Let me see your beautiful face, there we go,” Swiss brings a hand up to cup Rain’s jaw, making the Water ghoul look at himself in the mirror as Swiss licks a hot stripe up the side of Rain’s neck.

“Look at what you do to me, looking so…enticing like this.”

Swiss kisses up and down Rain’s neck, hands back to roaming Rain’s body, feeling the soft silk under his callused hands. Rain moans, feeling a tightness in his stomach as Swiss slowly rolls his hips into him, grinding his cock into Rain’s ass. He leans back into Swiss’s chest, allowing his head to fall to the side to allow the Multi ghoul more access to his neck and shoulders. 

Swiss obliges, groaning soft praise into Rain’s skin as he trails a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses from Rain’s neck along his shoulder. His hands move up Rain’s stomach to his chest, finding his nipples through the lace and teasing them into warm, perky buds, pebbling through the silk. 

“Hmm…what’s this?” Swiss murmurs into Rain’s shoulder, grinding more insistently against his ass.

“Huh–wha?” Rain pants, meeting Swiss’s eye in the mirror. 

He follows Swiss’s piercing gaze slowly down his body, between his legs, to the dark spot spreading on the silk of the slip. The pearlescent white fabric hides nothing as it grows translucent with moisture, revealing the indigo head of his leaking cock. He watches Swiss’s hand trail down his body, fingers toying with the lace at the hem. Rain gasps and grabs handfuls of Swiss’s pants to ground himself as he watches Swiss’s fingers disappear under the slip and close around his cock.

Swiss rubs his thumb over the head of Rain’s cock, collecting the precum and smearing it around. He wraps his fingers around the Water ghoul’s slick length, pumping his hand slowly up and down under the slip. Rain lets out a moan, fully falling back against Swiss’s chest, knees weakening at the feeling of the Multi ghoul’s massive paw around his cock.

“For someone who was so embarrassed at me finding you this way, you sure seem to be enjoying the attention” Swiss growls into Rain’s ear, holding his trembling body up against him with a strong arm across the smaller ghoul’s chest. 

“I…just…please, Swiss,” Rain pants, sagging against the larger ghoul. His eyes slip slowly shut and Rain lets out a gasping cry as Swiss’s hand speeds up around his cock. The wet, filthy sounds of skin on slicked-up skin fill his ears.

“Hey now...I told you to keep your eyes open, Rainy,”

Rain’s eyes fly open with a choked gasp as a callused hand wraps itself around his throat and squeezes lightly.

“Why would you want to look away? You look so beautiful, falling apart for me like this.” Swiss whispers, his breaths coming hot on Rain’s neck as he continues grinding himself into Rain’s ass, keeping tempo with the hand on the Water ghoul’s cock.

Rain glances down his nose at the reflection in the mirror, vision hazy. The ghoul looking back at him pants heavily under his partner’s touch, eyes heavy and dark, pupils blown wide with lust. His hair is mussed, dark curls falling across his face, shiny with the sheen of sweat. He watches the ghoul in the mirror bring his hands up to his heaving chest, cupping his tits in his hands and kneading them, pushing them together and bunching the scraps of silk and lace with them. Rain watches the ghoul in the mirror throw his head back against Swiss’s shoulder and arch his spine as he grinds back against Swiss’s hot, rock hard cock, pushing his tits more forcefully into his hands, crying out as the hands in the mirror twist and pull at his nipples. 

“Ahh…Swiss…”

Swiss groans in approval, moving his hand from Rain’s throat to release himself from his pants, shoving them down to his knees. His erection springs free, slapping against his stomach before Swiss grips it and positions it between Rain’s thighs, below the cleft of his asscheeks. Swiss brings his hand to Rain’s hip, grabbing it in a bruising grip and moving Rain’s body back against him. He lets out a gasping moan at the feel of Rain’s slick between his legs, covering his cock and allowing him to slowly start fucking Rain’s ass crack and thighs. Swiss grabs Rain’s hand, bringing it away from his tits and down to his leaking cock.

“Touch yourself for me, baby. Wanna watch you make yourself feel good,” Swiss moans as he pumps himself in and out of the tight space between Rain’s legs.  

Rain wraps his hand around himself, gasping at the difference between Swiss’s warm hand and his cold one. His hips buck up into his grip, and he squeezes the base, whimpering at the pressure. He wraps his tail around Swiss’s waist in an effort to pull the Multi ghoul closer.

Swiss hooks his chin over Rain’s shoulder, gripping his waist with both hands as he moves Rain’s body back and forth on his cock, letting out a hoarse cry at the increase in pressure as Rain squeezes his thighs together. Rain looks at Swiss’s face in the mirror, his stomach clenching at the sight of the Multi ghoul looking fucked out already and drunk on the feeling of Rain’s slick coating the insides of his muscular, lithe swimmer’s thighs, milking Swiss’s cock. Swiss’s eyes fall shut at the obscene sounds coming from where his cock disappears and reappears in the cleft of Rain’s ass, the squelching sound of wetness and skin slapping against skin. He opens his eyes, gazing hungrily under heavy lids at Rain in their reflection.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now.” Swiss groans, increasing the speed of his thrusts. 

“Swiss…please…feels s’good” Rain pants, speeding up his hand on himself to match Swiss’s rhythm. 

“Being so good for me, gonna cum between your thighs, make it all nice and creamy.” Swiss’s hips  begin stuttering as he nears his climax.

He reaches around Rain’s body, knocking his hand away and grabbing his cock. Rain’s hands fly back to his tits, kneading and twisting his nipples, whimpering and keening as the Multi ghoul sets a punishing pace in his thrusts and on the hand flying up and down his cock.

“Need to cum…please, Swiss,”

“Cum for me, Raindrop, I’m right there with you. Cum with me,” Swiss pants.

Rain’s body goes rigid as he cums over Swiss’s hand, reaching behind him to wind his hands around Swiss’s neck as his knees begin to buckle with the intensity of his orgasm. Swiss cries out behind him, whining as he cums between Rain’s thighs, coating the inside of Rain’s silk slip with ropes of white, soaking through the fabric. The two ghouls slide slowly to the floor, Rain resting against Swiss’s chest, breath coming in quick gasps. 

Swiss wraps his arms around the spent Water ghoul, pulling him closer against him. He nuzzles Rain’s cheek, purring softly. 

“Please wear this again.”  

“It’s ruined,” Rain looks down at his slip, the silk stained with cum and sweat.

Swiss coughs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to the Water ghoul’s damp curls, “Then I will buy you as many as your heart desires.”

[iamthecomet]

I Don't Want It (I Just Need It)

Rating: Explict Pairing: Swiss/Dew Featuring: Morning Prone Bone. Quintessence use. Sex as stress relief. Anal Sex. Anal Fingering. Sleepy Sex (On Dew's part). Swiss/Dew banter. Word Count: 2.2k

I don't know guys I got high an wrote 2k of Swiss/Dew prone bone, I don't know what else to say.

Swiss knows exactly what Dew needs to take the edge off.

“I can fix that.” 

Dew doesn’t know if Swiss is talking about fucking the headache out of him, or using magic to make it go away, he shakes his head anyway. Not caring that he wants both. Wants to sink deep into a quintessence induced haze and be fucked within an inch of his life. Nodding is too easy--Swiss will think something's wrong with him. 

“No? Feels like you want it.” 

Dew’s arching into Swiss even as he’s wishing for more sleep. Rolling his hips toward the ounces of stimulation Swiss deigns to give him. Pressing back as Swiss grinds against his ass. He can’t help it. What else is he supposed to do? 

“If I open my eyes my brain will explode.” 

“Then keep them closed,” Swiss whispers. “Don’t need eyes to fuck.” 

Read the rest on AO3.

[m0rbidmacabre]

If you have Ghosts

Warnings: blowjob, swiss & dew, ghoul on ghoul, angst, hate, sadness, feral ghoul warning, tour life.

Summary: Swiss begins to struggle during a tour, taking out his frustrations on Dew. Despite worsening conditions, Aether and Papa attempt to provide help.

Recommended listening: Ghost – Stay (feat Patrick Wilson)

If you would like to be tagged in further parts of this, please ask in the comments. Writing under the cut - Thank you <;3

If you have Ghosts

Chapter 1

Word count: 1570

Link to AO3

Ghost had been out on tour now for longer than the band could remember, all the days had started blurring into a state of one. It was a repetitive, fast-moving way of life. The audiences, were always the same but the accents were different. Humans were always so similar, that nothing ever seemed different. It wasn’t like battling in hell, it was more like an accession or ritual.

Swiss the multi-ghoul had been feeling the effects of being on stage every night. He was tired, worn out. He was trying not to show it to his pack, but he wasn’t feeling his best. His behaviour had taken a turn, it was almost like he was becoming possessed on stage every night. it worried him that being on stage, opening up his feelings to the audiences was starting to take over who he was as a ghoul. Like it was taking his sense of self and replacing it with a wild animal who was only here to eat, fuck and take what it wants.

“Swiss, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Dew shouted at Swiss as he pushed open the dressing room door.

“What the fuck do you mean dew?”

“You lost it…it’s a good job cumulus was keeping an eye on you; you need to be careful. What if your glamor dropped in front of thousands, you would expose us all.” Dew shouted at him.

Swiss was stood face to face with dew before he knew it, his nose touching the fire ghouls as he squared up to him.

“It’s none of your fucking business, dew. We maybe pack, but that doesn’t mean I need to share my every fucking move with you.” He growled as he pushed the fire ghoul against the wall, holding him tightly, Immobilising the ghoul.

Within seconds swiss had pushed himself onto Dew, kissing his neck and biting every inch he could, this wasn’t about family, or love. This was swiss releasing the energy that had built up, and dew was more them happy to let the multi ghoul take it out on him. Swiss’s hands gripped around dews neck, tightening as Swiss bit and sucked his ear. Dew just took it, he took the pain for his pack mate, all he wanted was swiss to feel better. The fire ghoul reached for Swiss’s pants, unbuttoning them while the multi ghoul bit into him, every bite turning into a burning patch of heat in dews stomach. Swiss growled as his cock sprang free from his pants, he was throbbing, aching for release. Dew looked at the multi-ghoul in the eyes as Swiss broke his kisses from dew's neck, the intense gaze as they stood nose to nose locked in each other. Swiss gripped his hand around dews neck once again...

“You know what I need dew, don’t you?”  Swiss growled at the fire ghoul, who just nodded a response before he dropped to his knees.

Dew dropped open his mouth, his tongue gathering all the moisture he could create. Swiss moved closer to him, lining himself up to the fire ghoul's warm mouth. He pushed past dews lips as the fire ghoul enclosed his mouth around him, running his tongue down Swiss’s thick member.

Swiss could feel his heat rising, his loss of control starting to take over him from inside. It was mere minutes until all of his self control was gone, and he began fucking into dews mouth, grabbing his long blonde hair for leverage as he fucked hard and fast. He was taking what he wanted. The fire ghoul just let Swiss do what he needed to do in that moment, his glassy eyes looking up at Swiss as he fucked into his mouth, the hot tears evaporating on his skin as they appeared.

Swiss let go with an almighty growl, his seed spilling down the fire ghouls throat without a question. Swiss pulled out, and fell to his knees, placing his head onto the fire ghoul's chest as he began to sob. All his pent-up energy, all his frustrations now gone, and all that was left was shame. Dew wrapped himself around the multi ghoul, his tail whipping around his left leg and his arms tightly around his middle. They sat holding on to what they loved the most, each other.

“I’m sorry” swiss whispered through his sobbing.

“Swiss, don’t be. We are good. I love you.” Dew hummed into his ear.

“We should get back to the bus though, pack is gonna be missing us” dew added.

Swiss let out a sigh and got to his feet. Straightening himself up, wiping away his tears. He kept his tail wrapped around the fire ghoul as they headed back to the bus. He didn’t want to feel alone, he needed touch.

Returning to the bus, Dew was right... The whole pack was sat in the living space waiting for them but as soon as they saw Swiss and his red tear-stained face, they all ran over to him and held him tightly.  No questions, no words were exchanged.  Dew lay down a blanket and They all got into a pile on the living space floor and snuggled each other to slumber. Every limb wrapped around another. The love for each other, growing by the day.

Another week of tour slipped by, and nothing had improved with Swiss, it was in fact getting worse. Papa and his pack mates were keeping a close eye on him. Dew had been mostly tasked with watching over him, since the fire ghoul and Swiss had a strong connection. Aether, a quintessence ghoul also often joined them, he was able to make swiss feel calmer by using his magic. Not that he ever did that without the permission of Swiss. It got them through the last night of tour, aether making sure that Swiss had had a heavy dose of calming before going on stage.  He lost it almost every night on stage, his energy building as he threw himself, beat himself, hurt himself by stamping, jumping, throwing himself around the stage. Feral, had become the used word within the fandom for how swiss was behaving but the crowd had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

Swiss was broken, and nobody knew why. Not even Papa himself.

“You need to rest swiss. You're worrying too much my friend. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack” aether said to swiss as he chomped on a banana.

“Si, swiss... You need to rest. We will be home tomorrow. I will visit the clergy library and do some research to see if we can find any ideas. Please don’t worry. Eh…” Papa spoke to the ghoul to ease his worries, ease his pain, but it was never the answer to what was wrong, never the answer to his constant aching soul.

“Do you need me to calm you to help you sleep?” aether asked the multi-ghoul  

“Not tonight Aeth – I’m just gonna snuggle up with dew, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”  Swiss replied.

“Okay boss” aether smiled and carried on eating his banana.

Swiss gave a small smile and disappeared into the bunk area, where he knew that dew was already sleeping. He walked up to dews bunk and nudged him with his cold nose.  One of dews eyes sprang from its slumber from the scent of Swiss and he smiled at the multi ghoul “need some warmth?” Swiss just smiled in response and climbed up onto the bunk, wrapping himself up into the fire ghoul. His tail wrapping around dews wrist.

 Dew had become a place of comfort for swiss, he never judged him if he lost his self control, he never once made him feel like he was wrong and that’s just what swiss needed, someone who understood him. Dew had had his own issues, Dew himself used to be a water ghoul before the clergy forced him into changing his element to become a fire ghoul, which left him with trauma and pain. So he understood swiss, he understood his darkness because he felt it too.

“Dew, did it hurt when you changed element?” swiss asked as they both lay in the arms of the other.

“Of course it did, they ripped out who I was and replaced it with something I’m not. They made me a Frankenstein”.

“I’m sorry….” Swiss said

“What for? You didn’t do it” dew smiled

“For how they treated you, I wish I could have helped you…” swiss said, the sadness in his stomach swirling

“Nothing can be done now, it’s too late… we all have our own stuff to deal with, this is just my history. Like you have your own..” Dew replied as  Swiss squeezed dew tighter and sobbed into the fire ghouls chest, the warmth drifting them both into slumber.

The night drifted by peacefully, every bunk was quiet and all that could be heard was the hum of the traffic as the bus made its way back to the ministry.. They would soon be home after a year on the road and the ghouls and papa couldn’t wait to return to some normalcy. If normal was even a thing at the satanic ministry….

[chuckyslivinghell]

Swiss × Phantom × Aurora

Fluff

Swiss laid on the couch, Phantom laid on top of him, cuddling into Swiss and the TV was on for some background noise.

As the time passes Phantom yawns, cuddling more into him, as Swiss heard them yawn, he began to scratch their back, planting a kiss on their head.

"Tired, bug?" Swiss asked, smirking and Phantom just gave a little hum of acknowledgement.

Swiss chuckles softly at Phantom's little hum, holding them a bit closer.

"Go to sleep, bug." Swiss says softly and Phantom just shakes their head, wanting to stay up so they have more time with Swiss.

"Want to stay up" Phantom mumbles, their tail snakes around Swiss arm.

"Come on, baby. Go to sleep, you can't stay awake any longer anyway." Swiss says, kissing their temple.

Phantom shakes their head again but falls asleep shortly after.

As the two cuddle on the couch, Phantom fast asleep, Aurora sneaks into the common room, smiling softly as she them.

"Hi" she whispers, walking over to the two Ghouls, planting a kiss in Swiss lips.

"Hi, Rory" Swiss said, smiling. He takes her hand in his, strokes the back of her hand.

Aurora smiles softly, going with her free hand through Phantoms hair, kissing his head.

"Want to cuddle too?" Swiss asks, pulling her a bit closer and wrapping his arm around her hip.

"Don't need to tell me twice." Aurora says happily and lays down next to the two, cuddling into Swiss side and wrapping her arm and tail around Phantom. Swiss tail wraps around her waist, holding her closer, as she kissed Swiss cheek.

The three cuddle more into each other until they fall asleep.

[atmosghoul]

plsplsplspls share thoughts

OK I LITERALLY POSTPONED GOING TO THE BAR TO WRITE THIS SO AS PROMISED: NSFW BELOW THE CUT also everyone thank @jimothybarnes for receiving my random horny ghoul thoughts at all hours and encouraging this

Some Swiss/Phantom/Mountain for the soul

Forced intoxication(it’s consensual phantoms really into it), tied hands, use of Daddy, cockwarming

MDNI etc

Phantom gags and chokes around the cock in his mouth. His mind is fuzzy and his body feels like jelly but the way his throat constricts involuntarily around the thick cock is proof enough to the multi ghoul that he’s not where Swiss wants him.

They’d been like this for what felt like hours. Phantom straddling Mountain keeping his cock warm with his hands tied behind his back while Swiss used his mouth to bring himself to the edge over and over and over again.

Swiss slips his cock out of the Quint ghoul’s mouth and the little bug gasps heaving breaths as drool spills from his lips in rivulets.

“Seems like someone needs a little more huh?” Swiss says with a mischievous grin.

Phantom gazes up at Swiss like he hung the moon. Staring with a half lidded glazed over look as Swiss brings the half smoked joint to his lips and orders him to suck.

“That’s it baby boy suck it down for me and hold it in.”

Swiss pulls the joint away taking a hit for himself and watching Phantom struggle to hold his breath before descending into a coughing fit.

Mountain groans under phantom tightening his grip the smaller ghouls hips giving a gentle push and pull warning a frankly pathetic sound from him.

“Fuck Swiss he’s so tight already. If you keep making him cough and clench like that I’m gonna cum too soon,” Mountain says slowly grinding into Phantom.

Swiss apologises with a chuckle as he grabs the red solo cup from the nearby dresser and takes a swig of the jack and coke he’d poured.

“You want a drink lil bug?” He asks running his fingers through Phantoms shaggy hair and watching the white tendril fall back in front of his face as the smaller ghoul nods emphatically.

“Alright open up for me, lovebug.”

Swiss gently grips Phantom’s jaw with one hand and brings the cup to his lips and holds eye contact while tipping the dark liquid into his mouth and Phantom gulps it down greedily.

He already feels the weed taking effect and the alcohol makes the fuzziness all the more intense. He visibly relaxes more and breathing is coming easier. Mount grinds into him again cock and he whimpers and thinks he might explode if Swiss doesn’t let him cum soon.

“Good boy,” Swiss says as he reaches over and sets the cup back on the night stand keeping his grip on Phantom’s jaw. “Need you nice and relaxed to take Mounty’s big cock. You wanna be good and let him fuck you hard right?” He leans down moving his face mere inches from Phantom’s.

“Doesn’t the big guy deserve to let loose?” He asks before moving phantom’s head up and down in a forced nod.

“Yeeaahh that’s right baby boy. But first,” Swiss stands back up and takes hold of his cock stroking it a few times.

“You ready for more of Daddy’s cock?” He asks slapping it softly against Phantoms cheeks wet with drool and tears from how much he’s been gagging.

Phantom doesn’t get the chance to answer before Swiss shoves his cock in all the way to the back of his throat and starts a brutal pace immediately.

The noises Swiss makes will be ingrained in his mind forever.

[lunariiawrites]

Truth or Dare (Intro)

Summary: When all in the Ministry are asleep, the ghouls summon a Sister of Sin to spend the night. Among all the chaos, Dew comes up with a brilliant idea. Truth or Dare with the ghouls is about to make the night a lot more interesting, especially with their favorite human involved.

Fandom: Ghost (Band)

Triggers: Sexual tension, fondling, groping, dirty talk, teasing, manhandling/roughness, and more.

Pairings: Poly Ghouls with multiple pairings.

Notes: Let me know if there's any specific ghoul you want to see sooner rather than later! I only haven't included Sunshine/Aurora/Phantom because I haven't gotten a feel for them yet!

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The Ministry was quiet, low lights casting a faint glow over the stone walls. Siblings were succumbing to sleep as the weariness caused by Sister Imperator’s tasks finally caught up to them.

All except one.

(Y/N) sat on the couch in the ghoul dorms, chuckling at Swiss as he chased Dewdrop around the room for stealing his vape. It had taken the multi-ghoul a bit to realize what Dew’s pointed looks were for, but once realization dawned over him, his expression turned from shock to determination as he chased the fire ghoul around the room with Dew cackling the whole time.

Being night time, they told her to dress in pajamas, something comfortable being essential for hanging out at night like they tended to do as of late. Tonight was kind of like the ghoul version of a slumber party, only without—

“Let’s play Truth or Dare!”

Oh no.

Dew’s voice rang out as he ducked under Swiss’s arms, the ghoul growling slightly and stalking after him. There was a mischievous tone to Dew’s suggestion, and as a few ghouls groaned, one couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted to play all of a sudden.

“That didn’t go so well last time.” Rain commented, sprawling out lazily on a chair a few feet away. Dew chuckled, waving his hand dismissively as he slid on the couch next to (Y/N), putting an arm around her. It was common for fire ghouls to run hotter than others, and she could feel his body heat through her clothes, just warm enough to be comfortable. In a way, it almost felt like she was sitting with her back to a fire.

“Yes,” Dew said nonchalantly, a grin blooming on his face. “But now we have our favorite human here to play with us. Should be much more interesting.” He cackled, failing miserably to continue to keep the vape from Swiss as the ghoul finally wrestled it from his hands.

Oh. So that's why he wanted to play.

“We’ll join.” Cirrus spoke up from the corner, Cumulus nodding in agreement. “We were getting a bit bored anyway.”

The girls getting involved would certainly make the game interesting, as they didn’t tend to shy away from much of anything, even if it was of a perverted nature. Sunshine wasn’t here tonight, and she didn’t know whether to be thankful the ghoulette wasn’t here to subject her to embarrassing questions or feel disappointed she wasn’t included.

One by one the ghouls agreed to play, some slightly reluctant at first to join. Even Mountain agreed to play after a few moments, and the fact that the soft spoken earth ghoul was interested was a surprise in itself.

A few minutes later, everyone had formed a circle in the middle of the room. (Y/N) sat comfortably with Swiss and Cirrus on either side of her, close enough that their legs were brushing hers slightly. Scanning the circle, she spoke up, looking pointedly at Dew.

“So how do we decide who goes first?”

Dew paused before pulling a green bottle from the nearby coffee table, chugging the rest of it’s contents before setting it down on the floor horizontally, the glass making a soft ding.

“Maybe this’ll work?” He suggested, giving the bottle a test spin before grinning. “Oh yeah.”

As he spun the bottle, everyone waited with bated breath, wondering who would get the honor (or horror) of being the first to go.

[alwaysjustmina]

In anticipation of posting more chapters of Whispers of Rain next weekend, I started adding, editing, deleting parts of the first story, Something In The Orange. My intention is to have it and Letters to Dewdrop all updated before next weekend. Below I have the first 5 chapters that I have fixed and added too. I am also posting the link to AO3 but I ask if this is your first time reading it, only go to up to and including chapter 5. There will be more changes and additions to come. Please pay attention to the tags!

Something In The Orange

Prologue:

There was something there as soon as he met Dewdrop, something intangible. He felt something in himself just click into place, like a key fitting that lock that will never open. This is that story.

Chapter 1 - These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy

Rain was summoned to the abbey to play in the Ghost project, as their new bassist. He knew that the current one was moving up to the lead guitar position, but that was all the details of the story he had received.

It was discovered early in his life that he was musically talented. He was beyond skilled at many instruments but he played the bass as if it was another appendage. His talent propelled him up the ranks as a possible player topside quickly. It is a great honor to be considered as a replacement or new band member for one of Lucifer's many band projects on the surface, to spread His word. He was one of the youngest to ever be summoned for this honor.

Upon his arrival, he went through meetings with Cardinal Copia and Sister Imperator learning was expected of him. The Cardinal and Sister had already heard many great things about Rain’s skill. They offered him a welcoming “family”, a comfort to a ghoul who was for the first time far from home. Before leaving to get settled in the ghoul wing, Copia grasped Rain into a quick embrace, telling him to let him know if he needed anything.

He was ushered from his meeting to the band quarters by Aether, the rhythm guitarist. He found him extremely congenial, chatting Rain's ear off about what to expect from the rest of the members that had already been summoned. As he listened, they passed many ghouls and members of the congregation, all offering Aether a greeting and an inquisitive nod to Rain, many trying to stop them with their questions, but Aether propelled him along, ignoring the stares they received.

“Cumulus and Cirrus, they’re the ghoulettes that play the keyboards, they normally keep to themselves and don't hang out with us ghouls much. Mountain, Dewdrop and I have been here the longest. Mountain is quiet, Dewdrop is loud and rambunctious, he can come across snide, but he is a good guy and you should be able to get along well with him. From what I understand they are summoning one other person, but they won't be here for a few more days.” Rain nodded his head, trying to keep up with his incessant chatter, only stopping when he stopped in front of a large oak door..

As Aether pulled the heavy door open, the first thing Rain noticed was the large expanse of windows on one of the walls overlooking a crystal clear lake. There was a door off to the one side of the windows that led out onto a veranda with a fire pit in the center.

Rain looked at Aether surprised at the majesty of their accommodations, “Yeah, most of us were shocked with how nice the living conditions were when we got here, they treat us pretty well too, or at least the band ghouls from what I have seen.”

He continued, “This area is just for us, the other ghouls and ghoulettes that are working on other projects are further down the corridor after the door we came in on. Let me show you your room and then show you around the rest of the quarters.”

To the left of the door there was a hallway that ran along the length of the windows, with doors on the opposite side. The fourth door was Rain's room. Aether opened the door and ushered him inside. It was a large room with what looked like a king bed on one side, a desk, with a laptop and phone already on top of it. To the one side of the desk there was already a bass on a stand waiting to be played.

A large closet was on the other wall, which led into a private bathroom, including a tub and a luxurious separate shower with a bench seat and a rainfall shower head. It all felt pretty opulent. The floor in the bedroom was covered with a plush gray carpet and had a side area with two chairs and a small side table, a conversation nook almost. Aether went around showing him various features in the room, while Rain laid his clothing and instrument bag on the bed. The instrument bag contained a bass that had been in his family for many years, and what he had learned to play on. He was looking forward to getting it out and playing out by the lake.

Aether dragged him back out to the common area, showing him the large kitchen, stating many just went to the cafeteria, explaining the abbey would keep them stocked with snacks and quick items and if there was anything in particular he found he wanted he just needed to write it down on the note by the fridge. From there he took Rain to the living room, where they continued to chat and await the arrivals of Dew and Mountain. According to Aether, the two ghouls decided to get in some quick practice before they all would meet.

Rain heard the door open and voices drifting into the living room, getting closer and louder. He looked up as the two rounded the corner. Oh. Oh. All he saw at first was his long white, blonde hair, and his orange, gold eyes, almost like a sunset. All breath left his body as he took in the rest of him. He was very slim, and seemed shorter than Rain. His horns were shorter, with almost an orange pearlescent glow.

He was wearing a pair of black, tight jeans, and with a black long sleeve t-shirt on top. It accentuated his features. Everything was very fitted, and though his body was almost delicate, you could feel the power emanating from him. His eyes met Rain's as he accessed him. At that moment, Rain felt the pull towards him. The other man just studied him back, not giving away anything, that he too felt what Rain felt.

“....This tall guy here is Mountain, he is the drummer and the one next to him is Dewdrop, the lead guitarist, guys, this is Rain, our new bassist.” Aether seemed to be talking, Rain hadn't heard anything except the end.

So this was the lead guitarist that used to be the bassist. Great. He was going to be around him a lot over the next few weeks helping to learn the songs.

“I was thinking we could maybe grill some pizza out on the deck, and get to know each other, maybe meet up in an hour out there? Thoughts?” Aether asked.

Everyone nodded their assent and dispersed throughout the quarters. Rain watched as Dew walked into the room next to his. Their eyes met quickly before they disappeared inside their respective rooms

He closed his door quietly, taking quick breaths, trying to quell the feelings traveling through his body. Trying for a distraction, Rain unpacked his belongings and pulled out his bass to move to the other stand in the room. As he brought it out of the bag, he caressed the neck, itching to play it. Looking at the clock, he still had another 20 minutes before they were going to meet. He grabbed his bass and headed outside to sit by the water, where he could strum for a little bit, and clear his thoughts.

There was a slight slope down to the lake, with lush green grass all around it. He took a seat on the ground, and started playing a simple bassline that he grew up learning while taking in all of his surroundings. There were cattails at the marshy edges of the lake and dragonflies that flitted around them. The distant sound of frogs croaking and birds chirping. Not what he envisioned when he knew he was coming here. It was a beautiful oasis for a water ghoul, knowing he would be in that lake soon enough.

As he played, his mind drifted back to Dewdrop. Guess the distraction wasn’t working. Why did he feel a draw to him, something he never had felt before. He wondered if Dewdrop felt the same pull. He could get lost in those eyes...

“Rain, right?”

Startled Rain turned around and saw the object of his thoughts kneeling to sit down beside him. Nodding, he said, “Dewdrop?”

Dew nodded, “Or just Dew, whatever works. How are you settling in?”

Maybe he did feel it, why would he have sought him out so soon. No. Stop that. He was just being friendly, knowing that he was going to need to work with you closely over the next few weeks. That was it.

“Ok, surprised how nice it is. Looking forward to getting into the lake at some point, it looks peaceful.”

“You will love it, I am half water and that half adores it,” he joked back.

So he was half water ghoul, maybe that was it, like calling to like?

“What song were you playing, it is vaguely familiar to me?”

“Something I was taught when I first learned to play. It always made me happy and I wanted to see how it would feel playing it here, at least before I started on a new instrument with new music.” Why was he going on like this?

“It has a nice feel to it, maybe you can teach me it, or I can accompany you on the guitar to it sometime?” Ok. Maybe something was there.

“Of course, whenever you want, maybe we could do it out here, it seems to fit with the surroundings.”

Dew nodded and looked out over the lake giving Rain a chance to study him up close. His hair was more gold than white in this light, it almost looked like it had glitter in it, when a breeze picked it up it looked like stars twinkling in the sky. Beautiful. A stray strand pulled out from behind his ear, he longed to push it back and see if it was as silky as it looked. Dewdrop's face was all sharp angles, but when he smiled at something he thought of or saw, his eyes crinkled and softened those angles. He wondered what his face would look like when he laughed, what it would look like in ecstasy. Satan, where were these fucking thoughts coming from? Why did it make him have to suppress a growl?

Dew looked back over at Rain. Please, tell me he didn't hear that! Dew just studied him back, Rain looked away and continued playing his bass, his fingers stuttering as he realized Dew hadn’t looked away. He felt his neck and cheeks starting to redden in a blush. All of sudden, he felt something touch his hair, he brought his eyes up quickly seeing what it was, Dew was pulling a blade of grass from his hair and tossing it behind him. He smiled at Rain. It was as if he knew what Rain had been thinking moments ago.

Dew laid back on the grass and motioned for Rain to continue playing. Rain hands trembled a little as his fingers ran across the fretboard. He needed to get a grip. Quick. They stayed like that for awhile, Dew with his hands behind his head looking over at Rain's occasionally with a puzzled look that Rain did not see and Rain looking out at the lake, noticing Dew's feet tapping along as he played the melody of home.

It ended way too quickly, this little remote island of tranquility they had created without saying anything at all, when Aether called down to them that he was starting the pizza. Dew groaned and stood up, reaching out a hand to help pull Rain to his feet. He was so warm, he didn't want to let go. Dew grinned at him again as if he knew what Rain was thinking.

They made their way back up the slope and Rain quickly put his bass away in his room, before he rejoined the group on the veranda.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Feeling bad that they were practically waiting on him.

“No, you are good, have a seat, grab a drink, food should be up in a few.” Mountain responded.

He found an empty chair around the fire and sat down. He looked up and across from him was Dewdrop who was in the process of lighting the fire. “As the sun goes down, it can get cool out here still,” he explained. The firelight played off his cheek bones and made his hair glow golden, gone was the glittery effect and instead it was like looking into the flame of a fire. Again, Rain needed to suppress that groan that was building in his throat. Dew came around to sit beside Rain, pulling the chair a little closer for easier conversation, maybe. Rain sat with his hands held tight in his lap, as Dew looked over at him.

“Would you want to help me get drinks?” He asked.

Rain nodded and followed him into the kitchen. Rain went to stand beside Dew at the refrigerator waiting for him to hand him items to carry. Dew seemed preoccupied and closed the refrigerator door without bringing anything out and just looked at Rain.

He looked like he was struggling to say something as he leaned against the island opposite of where Rain was standing next to the counter. He kept meeting Rain's eyes and then one of them would break eye contact quickly. Finally, he asked, “Tell me if I am completely out of line, but why when I look at you do I feel something, a kinship, an affinity, do we know each other from the pit and I am not remembering?”

Rain was shocked, he did feel something like what he was feeling. He quietly responded back, “I am not sure, I feel something different, too.”

Dew hummed at his answer and took a step forward crowding closer to Rain, “And what do we do about this, feeling of something different?”

“I don't know,” Rain gulped back.

Before they could continue their conversation, Aether yelled at them that pizza was done and what was taking them so long with the drinks. They quickly drew apart, startled at their sudden interruption. Leaving many things unsaid, they grabbed drinks and rejoined the others.

They didn’t have a chance to continue their conversation for weeks. After that night, practice picked. Dew would sit with Rain at least for an hour a day going over different songs outside of the normal practice. Never getting too close, but they could feel the electricity still there between each other. Rain still couldn’t shake the feeling that his life changed forever in that moment when Dew walked through the door.

Chapter 2 - It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, baby

“Rain, you're going to want to play this song in drop D, the guitar techs will have a bass specifically tuned for this, but just so you know for practice,” Dewdrop was telling him as he was perfecting “From the Pinnacle to the Pit.”

They had been at it for hours, going over the setlist. They were both exhausted and had moved to the steps of the makeshift stage rather than standing the whole time playing. Sitting side by side for most of the practice, until Dew got up to get a bottle of water for the both of them. He didn't immediately sit back down, instead choosing to stand and watch Rain.

“No, that is the right note, but you may want to try playing it like this,” Dew instructed, trying to show him on the bass he had picked up. Rain tried again, but he still didn’t see what he was trying to change. It sounded the same.

“Here, wait, it is just easier to make the progression if you do it this way.” He came up and sat on the step above him motioning to put his hands on the bass Rain was holding, asking for permission to show him that way. Rain nodded.

Dew leaned over, placing his hands above Rain's to demonstrate to him the fingering. He stayed there as Rain tried it again, he may have messed up a few times on purpose to just continue to feel the hot heat of Dew behind him.

Dew reached down showing him again, and murmured in his ear, “Are you not getting this on purpose?”

Rain didn’t say anything, he was just enjoying the way Dew curved to his body as he reached around him. He subconsciously relaxed into his arms, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed.

“How are you doing there, Rain?” Dew asked as he moved his hands back from above his, to rest on his waist. Sliding his fingers along his sides, waiting for an answer. With Dew's hands not holding his anymore, Rain let his hands go lax, resting across the front of his legs.

“Rain?”

“Hmm?”

“I asked how you are doing? But I don't think I need that answer with how you aren’t responding.”

“Wait, what?” Rain realized he had completely succumbed to the feel of Dew around him and was not answering him. He sat up straighter and moved his hands back to his bass and showed he had the fingering down..

Dew just smirked but moved to sit back on the step behind Rain as they continued practice.

“You seem to have picked up everything pretty fast, I am glad we’ve had these times to work together.”

“Thank you. I enjoy getting to spend time with-I mean learning…you know what I mean.” Dew smirked at him as Rain ran his hands through his hair, nervously.

“I do know what you mean.” He reached forward and brushed a lock out of Rain’s face. Realizing what he did, he stood up and moved away. “I think we are good for today, same time tomorrow?” Without waiting for Rain’s answer he exited out the door.

Rain just sighed, and wondered how much he had just fucked up this growing friendship and if he even cared, as long as he could be that close to Dew again.

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After a few weeks of getting settled, Papa asked if there was anything he didn't have that he might need. After being around some of the other ghouls he found he needed some more basic odds and ends, which he passed on to Papa. In turn Papa arranged a visit to the city a few days later and told Rain the time to be out front and ready to go. Thinking that it might be a group of them going or some random abbey brother or sister, he was surprised to only find Dewdrop in the driver's seat of the car out front.

“I didn't realize you drove, is it just us or are others coming?” Rain asked, straining his neck to see if others were coming towards the car.

Dew looked over at him with a smile, “Nope, just us, I had some stuff to pick up and asked if I could take you.”

“Oh.” Surprise didn't start to cover how he felt. Yeah, they had talked and had that one instance in the practice room, but it had mostly only been about music. Dew had kept his distance, always on the periphery of the group, and Rain was trying to stay away until he figured out what he was feeling.

“The drive is about an hour, if you want to find some music on my phone to play.” Rain nodded and set out to find some while Dewdrop drove.

It was a beautiful day, the windows were down, they both had their sunglasses on and Rain lounged back in his seat, putting his one foot up on the dashboard as they drove. Taking in the scenery and being content to be close to Dew, even if that is all he got. As different songs played that either of them knew, they would quietly sing along.

At one point Rain noticed that Dew kept his hand on the middle console, doing all the driving with his other hand on the wheel. He could see all the veins and tendons as he relaxed, sometimes tapping along with the music. When Rain sat down initially, he didn't realize that he had also put his arm on the consol. They were so close to touching and when the car took a sharp corner their forearms came together, causing the back of their hands to rest next to each other.

Rain didn't know what to do, his mind screamed to move his hand away, but he couldn't force himself to move at all. And the realization, he delighted that it seemed like Dewdrop wasn't moving his either. Rain could feel the heat from Dew, being this close to him. He took shallow breaths settling into the close proximity, not wanting to break the spell he felt they were under. As the next song came on and he relaxed into this new position, Dew reached out his pinky and ran it along the edge of Rain's palm. He looked over at Dew in surprise, he had a slight smile on his face, and continued to touch his palm. Rain was going to die, what was he doing? It was going to kill him. At the next red light, Dewdrop looked over at him and flipped his hand over, threading their fingers together.

Very quietly, he asked, “Is this ok?” Rain just nodded and tried to keep the groan internal that wanted to escape out. Dewdrop smiled and grabbed his hand tighter in his and pulled them over to set on Rain's leg, off the uncomfortable armrest, but still entwined. Their hands stayed like that the rest of the trip to the city. The strength he felt in Dew’s tight grip, made him sigh with contentment. It was like that first breath you take after breaking the waters edge after being under for so long, that feeling you have before falling asleep beside your mate, perfect contentment, knowing your whole body is safe with them, that they will protect you through the night. Safe, loved.

As they pulled in and parked, Dew looked at Rain in the passenger seat, Rain looking at their hands, trying to not bring Dew’s hand to his mouth, to place kisses along the top of it. Rain didn’t see the smile that crossed Dew’s lips as he looked at him. If Rain had looked up, he would seen the happiness on Dew’s face, the want, the desire that had plagued him for weeks as he tried to keep his distance from Rain. It was torture that he just was granted release from.

Dew collected himself, breaking the spell by asking Rain if he wanted him to go with him or if they wanted to split and meet back here. If they split up they would have time to stop for a late lunch on their way back, and still get the car back for who had it reserved next. They agreed to split up and meet back at the car, neither overly wanting to let go of the other's hand.

Rain got everything he needed at lightning speed and was back at the car waiting for Dew about 20 minutes before him. The whole time thinking about what happened in the car earlier. It was unexpected and no explanation came with it, but it felt so right. He had hopped up onto the trunk, his legs tapping against the bumper, lost in thoughts of Dewdrop and his perfect hands. Not even realizing that he was quietly trilling to himself with the happiest grin on his face.

Before Rain knew it, he saw Dew making his way back towards the car, he was on his phone as he approached and did not look happy. His expression quickly changed when he saw Rain already waiting for him. His face lit up and he told whomever he was speaking with he needed to go and would talk to them later. He turned off his phone and shoved it in his pocket.

“You get everything you need?” Dew asked.

Rain smiled at him, and jumped off the trunk, stumbling until he got his footing. Dew reached out to help steady him with a chuckle.

Rain, flushed from embarrassment at his clumsiness, nodded and asked as they got into the, “Everything ok?” Dew just nodded and started driving.

“Want me to put music on again?” Dew handed him his phone to get it started. As Rain was scrolling through songs a text message popped up and he really didn't try to read it, but it blurbed across the screen.

Ifrit: Come on we need to talk, don't be like this. Call me.

Who was Ifrit?

Ifrit: Droplet, please. I need to talk to you about this, I need y…

The rest of the message fell off the screen.

Droplet? Rain itched to open the last message, was this person saying they needed him?

Ifrit: This is ridiculous, stop being like this! I l…

I, what?

Rain quickly picked a song, closed the phone and put it in the cup holder. Every few minutes the phone would ping that a new message came in. Rain could see Dew’s jaw tightening every time he heard it, finally at a redlight he silenced his notifications and continued to drive.

Rain wanted to ask, but he wasn't supposed to have seen the messages as it was. And if Dew wasn't offering some explanation, it wasn't his place. It was killing him though. Were they together? What about today, and the other day in the practice room? He had to trust that Dew would tell him if there was someone else.

Rain was able to turn his attention back to the music, tapping his fingers to the song on his thigh nearest Dew. He kept looking over at Rain's thigh as he tapped. Finally he just reached across the middle console and grabbed his hand, pushing it flat on his leg and laying his on top.

“I'm sorry, I don't know why but you are driving me crazy, and not in a bad way. Is this ok? I can't be this close to you and not want to touch you.” Rain's head was spinning, they barely talked, but he was on the same page as Dew.

“I feel the same, it is ok.” Dew gave a large deep sigh of contentment and kept his hand where it was. Soon Dew moved his hand slightly off to the side of Rain's hands onto his thigh and started slowly rubbing his fingers in circles on it. Rain was slowly losing his mind to the sensation and while he tried to keep quiet he let out a small whimper hoping again he wasn't heard.

At the next light Dewdrop took a left and ended up on a back deserted road with farmland all around. Rain didn't even notice, that was how focused he was on Dew's ministrations to his leg. Dew pulled over onto a dead end road that might have been a rock quarry at some point and stopped the car and got out. Rain finally pulled himself out of his headspace and realized Dew was opening his door at that point and pulling him out. He shut the door and leaned Rain up along the side of the car, blocking him in.

He pressed his forehead to Rain's and whispered his name between clenched lips. They just stared at each other with their foreheads pressed together before Rain gathered his courage and pulled Dew into him and softly kissed his lips. Dew sighed and wrapped his arms around Rain pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss. He didn't know how long they stayed like that with their arms wrapped around each other and just softly kissing, it felt like no time had passed before they started hearing a ringing in the car. Dew's cellphone. Rain started to pull away, but Dew just grabbed onto him harder. The call stopped, and then started ringing again. This repeated at least three times.

Dew groaned and pulled Rain to the side, opened the door and grabbed his phone, not abandoning his hold on Rain. Looking at it he swore and answered, “Hello?” Dew’s hand gently caressed Rain’s side, his face nuzzled in Dew’s neck opposite the side of where he held the phone, inhaling his scent. “ …. Yes, we are on our way back, we ran into traffic,” Dew continued on the phone. When Rain’s lips pursed and softly kissed Dew’s neck, he smothered the groan that desperately wanted to escape his lips. Rain was ecstatic that small touches, and kisses received this kind of reaction from Dew. “We will be there asap...yes...yes.”

“You are killing me, Rain,” Dew pulled Rain into another quick kiss, holding him tightly before letting go. “We are so late. We have to go.” He opened the passenger door and gently pushed Rain inside.

When he reached his side of the car and got in, “We still need to talk, Rain. And I am sorry we don't have time to eat, but I much rather have done what we just did than anything else.”

Rain agreed, “Soon?”

“Soon.” Dew agreed and reached back over and grabbed Rain's hand again and pulled it into his lap this time. Settling it on his thigh, palm up, where he grabbed it tightly the whole way back.

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They tried to find time to talk, but when they got back to the abbey, Dew was pulled by Papa to look at some new equipment that came in for the tour. Rain went back to his room, but never heard the other come back in for the night. The next two days, he only saw him at practice and once down a hall, but he turned before he saw Rain.

A few days after the shopping trip, Rain walked into the practice room early, as usual. He wanted to tune and run through one of the harder songs for the extra practice before the rest of the band joined.

He didn't see Dew when he first came in, and he didn't see the other ghoul with him either. He sat down with his bass in his lap and looked up before strumming the first string. He guessed Dew hadn’t heard him either, as he caught sight of him with his arms around the ghoul, head on his chest. It looked intimate. Rain felt his mind stop in that minute and his heart shatter. He must have gasped because they both looked up at him at the same time.

He felt the tears gather in his eyes, he had to get out of here. He had no claim on Dew, they were just friends, who shared that one extremely long kiss. Why did it feel like his heart had just been broken though? Dew pulled away from the other ghoul and walked towards Rain.

“Rain…” Dew started.

“Oh, hey Dew, I didn’t see you two there.” Rain looked at Dew and then over to the other ghoul, and nodded hello, keeping his face as neutral as possible.

Dewdrop sighed, “Rain this is Ifrit, Ifrit, Rain.”

Ifrit's face broke into a large grin, “Finally, I have heard so much about you, so good to meet you, Rain!”

Hmph, the infamous Ifrit from the texts. Dew never mentioned him though, and he certainly didn't mention anything intimate about another ghoul.

“Nice to meet you Ifrit, I didn't realize you two were in here, I will just leave and come back at practice time, I don't want to interrupt anything.” Of course he wanted to interrupt them, his mind was reeling and needed out of this room and away from the two of them. He went to stand up and pull off his bass.

“No, no, I was just leaving, I wanted to stop and see Droplet before I left on business for the ministry.” He smiled again. “Stay, and I will get out of here.”

He was going to vomit.

He motioned to Dew to follow him to the door, he kept turning and looking at Rain as he followed Ifrit.

As soon as they left the room, leaving the door open and standing in the doorway, Rain reached in his bag and put his headphones on, he didn't want to talk to Dew when he came back in, he needed to get his emotions under check before he could have a conversation with him, like normal ghouls. He could see them in the hall, as Ifrit pulled Dew close and drew him into a deep kiss. So yeah, they were for sure together. Again why didn't he tell him? He felt the tears again, but tried to get lost in the music in his ears and warming up his fingers. He closed his eyes to tune it all out.

He came back to himself, when he felt tapping on his knee. He opened his eyes downcast to his feet, of course it was Dewdrop in front of him. He motioned for him to take out his headphones.

“What's up, Dew?” He really just wanted to curl in on himself. He couldn't leave the room now without it being obvious.

Dew didn't respond. Rain looked up and met his eyes and quickly looked away. He looked pensive, and unsure of himself.

“Dew if you don't need anything I need to finish warming up.” Harsh maybe, but he wasn't ready to talk to him. He was hurt and dying inside.

He didn't move. He stood there in front of Rain, his feet stance wide with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “I don't know what to say to you, Rain.”

What Rain thought was exasperation was actually desperation, Dew had no idea how he could right this, when they had only just started.

There was nothing to say, he read the feelings wrong. He read what he felt wrong. He read that kiss wrong. He wanted to be left alone and get lost in the music and block out all his thoughts.

“I don't know what you mean, Dew.” Play stupid, yes that is what he would do. “Did you need to tell me something about one of the songs, am I missing something?”

Dew just looked at him, Rain was now looking him in the eyes, playing stupid helped put a front up that he needed. He started to say something else, but more of the band entered at that time ending the conversation.

He went through the motions of practice, luckily he had picked up the music fast and was ready for the tour. He couldn't get out of that room fast enough. Dew kept looking over at him, so much so that some of the others were starting to pick up on it. Rain was on edge until Papa started his, “Ok, that's it for today.” He rushed to put the bass he was using on the stand and wrap up the cord neatly so he could be first out the door. As soon as he got back to his room he locked the door behind him. He slid down the door to the floor and just sat there in disbelief. What the fuck was he going to do?

He was deep in thought and until he heard a light knock, “Rain, we need to talk.” Dew. He ignored him and got up and turned on the shower, tuning him out. He eventually left. Rain heard his messages on his phone. He ignored those too.

Later that evening, he had to go out to get something to eat, he waited as long as he could to avoid everyone. He wasn't super close to anyone in the band yet, they were friendly, but the only one he had hung out with at all was Dew and he was avoiding him.

He opened his door and peeked into the darkened hall, no one was there. He quietly padded to the kitchen to grab some leftovers he had left in there the other day. Quickly heating them up, but trying to be as quiet as possible. As he looked out the windows waiting for his food to be done, he saw Dew sitting on the edge of the patio. In the moonlight he could see his glowing silver hair. The only light was coming from the end of the cigarette he smoked. He was looking out over the water. He was beautiful. As Rain looked at him, Dew turned as if he knew Rain was there. His face lit up and went to put out his cigarette and come inside. Rain quickly grabbed his food and headed back to his room. As he opened his door to slide inside, he heard him, “Rain, please.”

He stopped for a moment, with his hand on the door knob and leaned his head along the door frame. “Dew, I can't - please.” He walked in and closed the door behind him. He had no appetite. He threw himself on the bed and curled into a ball. He heard him outside his door again. “When you're ready, Rain, I will wait.” Rain fell asleep holding himself as tight as he could.

Chapter 3: I need to hear you say you've been waitin' all night

The next few days were a flurry of activity as they continued to get ready for tour, practicing blocking to see where their positions were on stage and the little choreo that they had. Papa, of course, wanted them to be as sexually explicit with each other as possible. Rain went through the motions, kept to himself, but did what was expected. And maybe when Dew came over to him in the songs they were to be together his breath might have hitched, leaning in for extra few seconds not wanting to leave his warmth. He felt safe in those moments. They would separate neither realizing the other would be looking back to each other, wanting to be together and feel that key back in the lock.

Rain was always the first to leave and would head back to his room. Dew would knock every day after practice, but Rain couldn’t bring himself to talk to him. Rain waited for this every day, standing on his side with his forehead pressed to the door, hand on the door knob, wanting desperately to open it but barring his heart from the hurt that he knew was coming. He didn’t know that Dew was in a similar stance on the opposite side of the door. Sometimes he wouldn’t even go to his room when Rain wouldn’t answer, instead sliding to the floor beside the door just trying to be closer to him. Rain was also on the other side of the wall at that time. Trying to figure out why he felt like this, why he couldn’t breathe, why he felt like his heart was pulled out of his chest. Why he just wanted to go home, but his home was no longer the Pit, it was here with Dew. He was so fucked.

They only kissed that one time, how stupid was he to get in this deep already?

Rain would get text messages from him after he left his door. Most times Dew was sending them from the floor outside his room. Rain didn’t answer.

Dewdrop: Rain please hear me out

Dewdrop: sorry I hurt you

Dewdrop: I need to talk to you

Dewdrop: I can’t believe this is where we are and that I fucked it up

Dewdrop: Rain

Dewdrop: Please…I can’t do this. Please.

Rain read them all as they came in, his heart felt like it was pulled from his chest. He started to reply at one point, he could hear the desperation in his messages, but then he erased it before sending. He just didn’t understand why Dew would kiss him if he was with someone else. He didn’t understand why he felt this way. He didn’t understand how Dew said he felt something too, if he was going to destroy him.

He finally did text him back.

Rain: Dew please stop…

Dewdrop: Rain!! Finally. Please!!! Hear me out

Dewdrop: PLEASE!!

He could hear him coming out of his room and to his door again, he knocked on his door, “Rain, I know you are in there. Please!”

Rain finally gathered himself and answered the door. He knew he looked haggard, the last few days had been horrible for him, keeping up a facade in front of the other guys, and acting like what Dew had done hadn’t bothered him when he was with him. The only time he let go was when he was alone in his room. He tried to be quiet, he didn’t know how thin the walls were. He always found himself on the floor of his shower after Dewdrop would do his daily knock, in disbelief that he could hurt this bad. He felt like his heart had been torn out of his chest.

What he didn’t expect was for Dewdrop to look the same, he looked like all the light in his eyes was out, and his skin looked so drawn and pallid. When their eyes met, Rain felt that instant connection again. He could see the hope in Dewdrop's eyes, it killed him.

“Hey.”

“Can I come in, or would you like to go outside, can we talk?” Dewdrop asked hesitantly.

When Rain took awhile to respond, Dew added with desperation, “Please, Rain, please.”

Rain turned around and opened his door wider for Dewdrop to enter. “Let’s go down to the lake, let me get shoes on and grab a hoodie.”

Dew huddled in the doorway, playing with his ring on his finger while he waited. Rain had noticed the ring when he was holding his hand in the car, it was just a plain black with a red stone inlaid in the band. He bitterly wondered if it was a gift from Ifrit.

They headed to the lake, not talking the whole way and sat in the same place that they first spoke at.

Rain couldn’t take the silence, it seemed like Dew, who now had him here, wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. “We really don’t have to talk Dew, I misread that kiss,” Rain started. “We need to be ok for tour so it won’t be torture the next few months in such a close space.”

Dew looked over at him, “Rain, you - you didn’t misread it.”

“Then why? Why would you lead me on, why would you do this?” He wanted to yell, scream. “We were fine as friends, you were the first one I had topside, I feel like I lost everything.”

Rain continued, “When I saw you, w-with him, and that kiss. It destroyed everything in me.”

He would not cry, please Satan, don’t let him cry!

“Rain, you don’t understand, I wasn’t leading you on, I feel everything you are feeling. Why do you think I haven’t stopped trying to speak to you the last few days? If I didn’t care, didn’t want you, why would I continuously try to explain, try to show you that you mean something to me?” His voice cracked as spoke. Rain looked over at him and Dew was already staring at him, with tears in his eyes.

“Who is he then to you? What is he to you?” He had to know.

“Please, hear me out. I will tell you.” Rain nodded, what other choice did he have?

“You know that I have been here for a few years, at least a year before I joined the band?”

Rain knew this already, Dew was extremely talented with all instruments and with the growing popularity of the band, it was decided it would be good to call him up to help with the equipment. Also, to be a backup if the bassist wasn’t able to perform. It ended up being an excellent decision on management's part.

“Well when I came they also called another ghoul, Ifrit. He was going to learn the lead guitarists parts, so he could step in if needed. Being that we both were looked at as a possible replacement, we weren’t well liked by the band members and were kind of ostracized. He and I became very close, sort of an us against the world thing.”

Dew paused, looking back out over the dying light on the lake. He continued to play with that ring and kind of huddled into himself.

“We became an item, I was absolutely in love with him, he became my everything, but we never stated exclusivity and I know he was with other people, but it didn’t stop how I felt.”

Rain wanted to die. He was in love with Ifrit? He felt his stomach drop and he thought again he was going to be sick, it was one thing to think this was how someone felt, but a whole other thing to hear it played out in words. All he could say was, “Oh.”

“You said you would hear me out, Rain. I don’t want to lie to you, I want you to hear the whole story.” Rain just stared straight ahead avoiding the Dew’s eyes as he continued.

“Our relationship could be tumultuous, but I didn’t see it, like I said I was in love with him. I know he cared for me, and said he loved me also, but I could never get him to commit to me, and that was where it started to fall apart. I wanted more than he was giving, so we started drifting apart. This was maybe six months ago. Then I met you and I knew in that instance, why it wasn’t meant to be with Ifrit.”

Oh.

“Recently, he knew my feelings had changed, so he started pushing for us to be together like I originally wanted, but I couldn’t. I wanted someone else, you. I told him that I didn’t want that anymore and that we were better as friends. He didn’t take that well. That day in the car, I know you saw the text messages coming through, that day I told him it was over and I was done. I would have never kissed you without ending things with him.” Dew stopped and was looking at Rain again, “Please, can you look at me?”

Rain made himself raise his vibrant blue eyes to take in Dew’s sunset hued ones. “I was planning to tell you all of this when we got back to the abbey that night, but I got called in by Papa and then I found out Ifrit had flown in and was demanding to see me. I didn’t want to wait to tell you, but I owed him this, for how many years we were together.”

“He knows we are done, but is not taking it well. I think he thought I would always be waiting here for him.”

“Dew, I appreciate this, but I saw you both in the practice room, I saw when you left, I saw that kiss, that didn’t look done to me.”

“Did you see me push him away after he pulled me in for that kiss? Did you see that I turned my back as soon as I pushed him away and came back to you?” He asked. “I am so sorry I hurt you, Rain, but I can’t not be near you, I can’t not talk to you. Please, understand that none of this was my intention.”

Rain looked back over the water, taking in everything Dew had said. He needed to process this.

“Dew, I was so hurt, I need time, please understand that.”

Dew just nodded at him. His eyes were sad, hoping that he would believe him. They sat there together for awhile neither talking, just taking comfort in knowing they were together. All Dew wanted to do was to hold him, to take his hands and cradle them in his lap, and never let go.

“I am going back inside, do you want to come? Or are you staying out here?” Rain asked as he stood.

“No, I will follow you.” Adding in his head, wherever you go, forever, Rain.

Back inside they stopped in the common room, as all the ghouls were sitting around the fire, Aether and Mountain telling Swiss stories about past tours

“Hey you two, join us!! Dew, we were just telling Swiss about that time we were in Mexico and we convinced the guitar tech to go up to the federali and ask for a light on his joint.” Aether couldn’t stop laughing as he told the story.

Rain sat down on the couch by Swiss, while Dew crouched on the edge of the armchair Aether was in. “Yes, we convinced him it was legal, and he would be fine.”

“He was not fine, and we got in so much trouble from Papa after they had to bail him out, they were lucky they were able to get him out at all.” Mountain snorted.

“Do you remember what Ifrit did, Dew?” Aether couldn’t contain his laughter as told the rest of the story. “He told Papa, it was just a cigarette and how were we to know it was illegal. Papa almost had a heart attack at how innocently he said it. Ifrit booked it out of that room so fast, taking you with him as his shield. I never knew where you two disappeared after that, we didn’t see you till the next day.”

Aether, Mountain and Swiss all howled, picturing Papa’s expression. Rain looked at his lap, was this how it would be now? Stories of Dew and Ifrit? He was so uncomfortable, but none of them knew what was going on between the two of them.

Dew looked over at Rain as the rest of them laughed. Fuck. He definitely remembered that night and what he and Ifrit got up too, he was willing Aether to just shut up. Rain’s eyes shot to his, he could see the pain there, he knew what probably happened that night, too.

Rain stood to leave, “I am going to go practice some, you guys have fun.”

“Rain…wait,” Dew called after him, but was over shouted by Aether.

“Sorry I should have said this when you both first came in, Papa is having a dinner tomorrow night, since it is our last night before we head out. We are all required to attend, it is here in our quarters, he is catering it in for us, it should be fun!” Aether stated.

“What time?”

“We are to be out here at 6.”

Rain nodded and continued back to his room, he could hear Dew following him. He slowed, he was going to try to act like what happened in the common room didn’t affect him.

“Rain, I’m sorry, they don’t know that Ifrit and I ended things, I will make sure they know, that should stop their stories.” Rain just nodded and went to open his door, Dew reached out to grab his arm before he could escape causing Rain to look back at him. “I am sorry, please think about what we talked about earlier.”

Rain ducked his head at him, and went into his room, closing the door. WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE GOING TO DO? He heard Dew’s door shut next to his, huh, he didn’t go back out to the common room either.

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The next evening, Rain made sure he was in the dining area and sat down, ready for this dinner to be over. He didn’t want to be there, he thought about what Dew said all day and he didn’t know what he was going to do. The only problem with getting to dinner early, was that there were many open seats after he sat, including one next to him. And of course, of course, Dew would sit next to him.

Both of them were very quiet the whole meal. Rain could feel the heat coming off of him. He could smell his scent, it was enough to drive him crazy. Why did he have to sit here? Why was he torturing him? How was he going to make it through the next few months in such tight quarters if they didn’t talk and figure this out?

As dinner was finishing and Papa was on his 6th glass of wine along with many of the others around the table, Rain pulled out his cell phone and texted Dew.

Rain: Want to go for a walk? Talk?

Dew took out his phone and a small smile graced his lips. He looked up at Rain and nodded.

They stood and excused themselves from the table thanking Papa and headed outside. Neither said anything as they made their way towards the path that wrapped itself around the lake. It was close to sunset, the lights on the pathway that lead into the woods would start coming on soon. Rain followed Dew's lead, instead of circling the lake they headed into the woods. Dew had both of his hands in his pockets as he walked beside Rain.

Rain broke first, he needed to make it not uncomfortable for the tour. “I am sorry, things are weird between us.”

Dew snorted, “Weird is one way to put it.”

Rain had to ask one more time, “Are you sure it is over?”

“Yes, It is for me. He is still coming to terms with it, but he knows it is over for me. We are trying to remain friends.”

“I've tried fighting these feelings I have for you, I am so tired of fighting it though. I can't fight it anymore.” Rain started, “but Dew, I’m scared.”

Dew pulled Rain to him pushing their foreheads together, “I am scared to, but I want to figure it out, do you?”

Rain nodded. Dew smiled, and his eyes crinkled like they did that first day, “Ok.”

“Can I show you something?” He didn't wait for Rain's answer, and grabbed his hand, pulling him along further down the path. About ten minutes later with no words shared, but their hands still entwined they reached a clearing that looked down over the lake. Dew pulled him to sit on a large rock that sat there. It was breathtaking. The sunset was turning the water gold, as the birds flew low going back to their nests for the evening, it was peaceful.

“I've never brought anyone here, this was always a special spot to me, where I felt my water half and fire half meet in this moment.”

Rain looked at him, “I wanted to share it with you, to show you that you mean something to me, and that you are important to me.” Dew leaned in and brought his lips softly across Rain's lips. “Please don't shut me out.”

Rain untangled their hands and put his hands on Dew's hips, pulling him closer. He leaned in this time and kissed him. Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, causing Dew to open his mouth and let a small groan slip out. Rain pushed further, pushing their mouths together, tongues entwined. Not able to get enough of each other. This was the easy part. He pulled apart, knowing that they needed to talk.

“How are we going to do this on tour?” Rain asked.

Dew looked at him, “I am not sure yet, but I think we just take it as it comes. Start to spend some time together outside just practice and music and see where it takes us.” He looked nervous still, like he was afraid Rain would reject him. “I'd like to be with you every chance we can get to get away. Is that asking too much?”

“No. I like that plan. I just want to spend time with you, I've never felt like this before, it terrifies me.”

“Me too. We will figure it out together.”

As the sun sunk down and the moon rose they headed back to the abbey, stealing quick kisses on the way and hands entwined. Before pulling out from the cover of the woods, Rain stopped Dew and asked that they keep this to themselves for awhile, not to get the others involved. It would just complicate things. Dew agreed. They kissed once more and parted before heading back inside where the party was still in full swing. They headed towards their bedrooms and parted to get ready for tomorrow.

Rain was already packed and ready to go. He got ready for bed and laid down before grabbing his cell phone to plug in by the bed and set an alarm. When he looked at it, he realized he received a text.

Dewdrop: hey

Rain texted him back, Hi!

Rain didn't have to wait long for more conversation to come through.

Dewdrop: I missed talking to you

Rain: I missed talking to you, too.

Dewdrop: I am sorry I hurt you, that wasn't my intention.

Rain: I know, I couldn't deal with it though and needed time. I thought what happened that day in the car was a joke or something to you and I didn't know what to do.

Dewdrop: It wasn't a joke, I promise.

Rain: It is ok, I understand now. I am sorry I hurt you, too, by not hearing you out.

Dewdrop: I already miss you.

Rain's heart skipped a beat.

Rain: I miss you, too.

Dewdrop: I will see you first thing in the morning. Sleep well, Rain.

Rain: You too, Dewdrop.

Chapter 4: But when you place your head between my collar and jaw, I don't know much but there's no weight at all

Rain snuck out in the early morning hours before the sun came up, he was determined to get in that lake before they left for tour and this was his last chance. He knocked on Dew’s door to see if he might want to join him.

When he finally opened the door Rain laughed, his hair was all over the place, obviously just waking up from sleep. His pajama pants rode extremely low on his hips, leaving no illusion to the fine muscular lines of his body.

Look up Rain, look up.

He finally met Dew's eyes who were staring back at him intently, all vestiges of sleep having disappeared completely from his eyes.

"Hey!"

"Rain, hey, can't sleep?" Dew asked quietly.

"Actually I wanted to see if maybe this could be our first time we got away, just you and me. I wanted to swim in the lake before leaving and you told me that first day you liked it. Thought maybe we could watch the sunrise together?" He couldn't slow down, he wanted desperately for Dew to go with him, to start out this day together.

Dewdrop grinned happily, "Yes, give me a few? I'll meet you on the patio?"

Rain nodded and turned to walk away, but not before Dew grabbed his wrist and pulled him back flush with his chest. He put his arms around his neck and pulled Rain down for a searing kiss, which deepened as they moaned into each other's open mouths. Breaking the kiss, Dew nuzzled into his neck and growled lowly into his ear, "Did you like what you saw? Took you a minute to meet my eyes there, I know I like what I see."

Rain just groaned and pressed his body even closer to Dew's, "You're killing me."

Dew chuckled quietly and released Rain back into the hallway and disappeared back into his room.

They met on the patio, both in shorts and t-shirts with towels and hoodies ready for when they were done in the water. The moon was low in the sky, they maybe had a half an hour before the sun broke through the horizon.

The dock that jutted out about one fourth of the way into the vast lake was where they entered the water. As Rain removed his shirt it was now Dew's turn to not be able to avert his eyes. He knew he had a lean and muscular body, but wasn't prepared for the muscles lining his stomach and the deep cut of his hips that were barely covered by his white shorts. How those shorts were staying up he had no idea. A few more inches down and his body would be bare for all to see. Maybe the water would pull them down further?

Dew had to turn away before he did something neither of them were ready for, he ran his hand through his white hair and dove into the lake before Rain could comment on Dew's deep groan he let out. Rain quickly followed him into the water, never straying far from one another.

As Rain swam and explored the lake, Dew just watched him from where he held onto to the side of the dock. Getting more enjoyment out of seeing Rain in his element than actually swimming.

Rain noticed Dew watching him for awhile, he may or may not have been showing off so that he didn't look away. As if Dew even entertained the idea of taking his eyes off Rain.

Rain swam over to him holding onto the side beside him.

"Hi!" He laughed out happily, "What'cha you doing?"

"Watching a beautiful water ghoul, you?" Dew quipped back.

Rain shook his head as a blush crept up his cheeks. "I thought you were swimming with me?"

"But this is more enjoyable!" Dew laughed and pulled Rain to him again. "If you don't want me to watch you, then at least let me touch you."

Rain leaned up against the back of the dock, while Dew encapsulated him in his arms. "Can I touch you like this?" Putting his arms on his sides and rubbing up and down.

Rain didn’t answer, instead leaning into Dew's neck.

"How about this, can I touch you here?" He moved his hands from his sides to brush over Rain's hard stomach.

Again Rain didn't answer, but just melted further into Dew’s neck placing soft kisses on his shoulder as he touched him.

"How about this, can I touch you here?" He moved his hands further down, grazing over the tops of his thigh, so dangerously close to where Rain was straining for him to feel Dew’s touch.

Rain gasped as he felt his featherlight touch on his lower body, before Dew grabbed his thighs and wrapped them around his waist lifting Rain up in the water further.

"How about this, can I hold your body next to mine like this?" Rain just groaned. "Kiss me."

They smashed their lips together with all the heat and passion ripping through their bodies from the touches they had just shared. Communicating by their tongues in each other's mouth. Rain pressed his body closer to Dew's as the kiss deepened.

"I want you, Dew. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you." Rain moaned out breathlessly. He was completely wrecked by him.

Dew didn't know he could get even more turned on by kissing him. "I want you more than you can possibly know. I've never been this drawn to anyone before. If you're in a room I am in, I lose all interest in anyone but you. Watching you, wanting to be with you. Wanting to know what you're thinking, wanting to know why a smile crossed your beautiful lips, wanting to know why you creased your brow, wanting you. How did I get so wrapped up in you?"

As they pushed their bodies together, Rain could feel how turned on by their time together Dew was. He didn’t want to let go, they ground their bodies together, trying to get as much friction as they could in the water. Rain could feel the hard dock along his back, sure he was getting splinters in his back, as they rocked against one another. Dew’s finger pressed hard into his thighs, he wanted to feel Rain closer, more.

The water lapped around them, the world slowly came to light, glowing pink, then orange, then the brightest yellow. They pulled apart for a moment realizing they missed the sunrise, but not caring. The bells on the abbey started to chime and they knew their time of solitude had come to an end.

"You enthrall me with everything you do, Rain and I look forward to showing you that everyday." Dew kissed him softly once more before they slowly disentangled their bodies and pulled themselves out of the water.

Drying themselves off on the edge of the dock, they grabbed their tops and hoodies and put them on to warm up. Rain looked around to make sure no one was out before putting his arms around Dew one last time, Dew laid his head on his shoulder, between his collar and jaw as Rain whispered in his ear. "You are everything, everything."

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Neither of them realized that they weren't as alone as they thought.

Chapter 5: The orange touches all things around

The tour started easy enough, they were currently on their third stop of the American leg. Rain and Dew hadn't had much time yet to get away, but they were finally getting into a routine and had a day off after tonight's ritual.

Rain's bunk happened to be above Dew's on the bus, Mountain's above his. Aether and Swiss right across with a free bunk that everyone threw their crap on.

Rain laid in his bed that morning not wanting to get out from under the warm covers, but wondered if Dew was up yet.

Rain: hey, you up?

Dew: Yes, thinking about you wishing you were beside me right now

Dew’s message went straight to his dick, the thought of Dew below him, him wanting and wishing Rain was in bed with him-powerful. It did things to him.

Dew: why are we keeping this a secret again? I miss you and it's only been a few hours. Come see me!

Rain: we didn't want anyone involved, and wanted time for ourselves.

Dew: Raiiiiiiiin

Rain could hear Dew moving below him and all of sudden he heard his curtain open, and Dew climbed in, shutting it quickly behind him.

"Hey!" He whispered as he snuggled in next to Rain pulling the covers up over both of them.

He was on his elbow, looking down at Rain as he leaned in to nuzzle his neck. "I missed you, everyone stepped out a little bit ago to get breakfast, it's just us on the bus."

"Dew…what if they come back?" Rain asked nervously.

"You can hide me, let me on the other side!! Come on, I know you want me here as much as I want to be here!" He pulled the covers up and rolled over on top of Rain to get to the inside.

Of course, he stopped on top of him, of course. He leaned down and whispered, "Kiss me." He didn't wait and dove in to capture Rain's mouth in his.

Rain couldn't resist him, he brought his hands around him to hold him closer and rolled them to the side so it would look like it was just him in the bunk. He ran his hands down his back to rest on his hips.

Rain was the first to break the kiss. "You're here now, what did you plan to happen?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to snuggle and get to run my hands on your beautiful body." He had this mischievous grin planted on his lips.

Rain reached again to pull Dew's lower lip in his mouth with a little growl, pulling him in closer by the back of his neck and running his fingers through his long hair. He groaned between breaks in their kisses, " I can't get enough of you, this is torture when we have to split apart."

"I know, why do you think I crawled up here?" Dew slid his lips down onto Rain's neck pulling the skin into his mouth to suck on it lightly, trying to not leave marks. "I want to show everyone your mine."

Rain couldn't think, with Dewdrop pressed against his body and the noises he was making as his lips and tongue trailed lower onto his shoulder, trying to leave a mark that would last outside of where others could see it. Rain couldn't take this torture anymore, rolling over to press Dew beneath him on the bunk.

Dew pulled back a little in surprise as he was normally the more aggressive one, but smiled up into the lust filled eyes of Rain peering back at him. "How are you doing, Rainy?" Reminding them of the first time Dew asked that.

Rain could barely talk, "Want, ne-need you to never let go." The pull that both had felt early on firmly snapped into place between them as they had declared their feelings for one another.

Dew pressed up into Rain’s body, just as absolutely wrecked as him. "I want you too, but not here, not when we are so rushed, I want to take our time." He nipped at Rain's neck again as they ground against each other harder.

Rain wanted to say to hell with waiting, he was infatuated with Dew, he couldn't call it love, it was too early for that, right? He grabbed for Dew’s lips again, pushing his tongue in and capturing his. The sounds he pulled from Dew only flared the fire in him more. "Don't c-care, Do-n't want to…wait….need you..please?" He begged. He was so painfully hard.

"Rain, I can't believe I am saying this but let's wait until tonight, when we can have our own room." His voice might have been saying that but his body was not cooperating as he ground his dick back along Rain's.

Rain reached down between their bodies to grab at Dew, he knew he wanted it just as much as he did. "Your body is saying something else, Dew." He slipped his hand inside Dew's loose pajama bottoms stroking along his length feeling his already leaking cock kick in his hand. His whole body shuddered as Rain didn't let go but gripped and encompassed him with his soft fingers. Going faster and faster as Rain reached down to suck his own marks on Dew’s chest.

Dew let himself feel the pleasure, he was past the point of stopping and Rain didn't let up with his hands on him.

"You are so fucking sexy, I want to fuck you so bad, but I'll take this for now," Rain groaned in his ear.

Rain's hand on him was so delicate and yet strong, and extremely warm. He continued putting pressure on him and just rotating it right, gathering fluid from the top and pushing it down over his length as he moaned in his ear.

"I'm so fucking close, Rain." Dew moaned out.

"Good, let go, I want to see your face knowing that I was the one that brought you there." Dew came at his words, shooting hot liquid all over himself and Rain’s hands. Rain didn't stop gripping him as he took him through his climax, getting every drop he could out of him.

Dew collapsed back on the pillow, utterly broken and waiting for his breath to return to normal.

He laughed, "Seriously, not what I was anticipating when I climbed up here, not complaining, but this was not my plan."

Rain just grinned at him as he loosened his grip and pulled his hand out of his pants. "Let's clean up before the others get back," pushing the sheet back.

"Wait, what about you?" Dew asked as he pulled back on Rain's shoulder.

Rain turned his head and kissed Dew's palm, "I thought you wanted to take your time with me, in a hotel room? I'll wait." He responded mischievously, "Besides now you will only be thinking about me until we get there."

Dew groaned, "I already only think of you."

They got up and moved towards the bathroom, Rain washing his hands and finding a t-shirt to pull on to cover up the marks Dew had left, leaving Dew to shower quickly and meet him in the kitchen.

Rain poured the coffee from the already brewed batch into two mugs, he already knew Dew took his black whereas in his he just put in a hint of cream. Sitting on the couch he waited for Dewdrop to finish.

Dew joined him freshly showered and dressed in his usual uniform of black jeans and black long sleeve t-shirt. Sitting beside him on the couch, reaching out for his coffee with one hand and Rain’s hand with the other.

Dew never failed to surprise him, as he held his hand, he would circle his palm with his thumb and grip his fingers tightly, bringing them to his lips to kiss them. Yep, he had definitely fallen for this ghoul. Rain’s heart never slowed when he was in close proximity to him. They couldn't be closer on the couch to each other, thighs pressed tightly to one another.

Dew let go of his hand and reached over and put his arm around Rain's shoulders tugging him even closer into him. Rain placed his head on his shoulder with a soft sigh.

"I'm falling for you," he whispered to Dew.

"That's good cause I've already fallen as well." Dew pushed his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck while Rain rubbed circles on Dew's thigh. Content in each other.

Too soon the moment between them was cut to an end as the others came back to the bus. As soon as they heard the door opening, Rain pulled away slightly and turned from Dew to the door, placing his back to Dew.

"Hey you two!! Finally up?" Aether's always pleasant demeanor infectious, "We brought back some breakfast sandwiches if you want one."

He handed two to Rain after both Dew and him nodded. Rain handed back one to Dew, who as he took it made sure he let his fingers linger offering him a small smile.

The rest of the group sat, pushing Rain and Dew closer again to each other on the couch, not that either of them were complaining. As they all broke into conversation, Rain tuned them out, Dew was once again distracting him. They were still at a slight angle to the rest of the group, so that they couldn't see his one hand. Dew kept dragging his fingers up and down over his back, lifting his shirt and pushing his fingers between the band of his pants. Breathe, Rain, breathe, he kept having to say to himself. Dew pushed his hand to the side of his hip and squeezed, pressing his hand into that beautiful curve. Rain gasped as electricity shot through his body and was able to cover it up with a cough.

The rest of the group ignored them, Dew leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I can't wait to watch you fall apart tonight." Rain reached back and squeezed his hand and removed it from his side, Dew knew exactly what he was doing to him and he had to stand up soon.

He finished his food and made his way to the back to get his shower. As he pulled some clothes out to change into the door separating the front and back opened and closed. It was Dew, no surprise there. Rain stood up scowling at him and moved to go towards the shower ignoring him. Dew moved into his space blocking him completely pushing him against the bunks, "I missed you already." And leaned in and kissed him quickly. Moving back and letting Rain pass.

Rain just shook his head and moved into the shower, shutting the door on Dew and his very fuckable body.

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After soundcheck that afternoon, the ghouls lounged around in the green room waiting to get ready. Aether had fallen asleep on one of the couches, and Mountain and Swiss were in a corner playing a game of cards. Dew was sitting in an armchair with his legs thrown up over the side of it, leaning back and playing something on his phone. He had his headphones in tuning everyone out, except for Rain who he would look over at every so often.

Rain for his part was trying to be a little more illusive about his interest in Dew. He had taken his cell phone out a while ago to text him.

Rain: 👋

Dew: hey sexy

Rain: Dew…

Dew: Yes?

Rain: you're incorrigible

Dew: with you, absolutely

Rain looked over at Dew to see him looking back with that sexy, half smile he reserved for only him. He could feel the heat in his body traveling south.

Rain: do you know if we have separate rooms tonight or are we paired up?

Dew: already taken care of, you're with me

Rain: oh? How did you pull that off?

Dew: everyone owed me favors and I told them I wanted to sleep with the only non-snorer. No one is the wiser.

Rain: ok. I can't wait to be alone with you for a whole night, not have to think about you below me on that bunk.

Dew: so you think of me when you're by yourself at night

Rain: how can I not? have you seen yourself?

Dew: have you seen yourself?

Dew: that ass, I swear I dream about it.

Rain lowered his head to hide behind his hair so no one could see the blood rushing to his cheeks. Dew kept typing.

Dew: that hair that you hide behind, I just want to grab it and use it to push you into me

Dew: those lips, all I want to do is kiss you and see you wrapped around me

Dew: those hands, Satan they fit in mine perfectly and around me exquisitely

Dew: those hips, I just want grab them and hold on while I fuck you

Rain: stop, I won't make it through this show tonight.

Dew: as long as you're thinking of me the whole time I don't care!

Dew: we are out of here as soon as the curtain comes down, I have a car already lined up so we don't have to wait for the bus.

Rain: fuck

Dew: fuck

He caught Rain's eyes again in his smoldering depths. As he licked his lips, Rain dropped his phone and just groaned OUT LOUD. Damn it Dewdrop.

Hearing Rain's groan, Swiss looked up, "Everything OK, Rain?"

"Yes!" Rain growled out, "I hit my elbow on the edge of the couch." He gave Dew another death glare. Dew snorted.

Dew: love you! Sorry! 😉

Rain's heart skipped a beat at those words, he knew Dew wasn't being serious, but damn if he didn't want him to be.

Rain: grrrr

Dew laughed, but also was disappointed that Rain didn't respond back to what he said. They were interrupted as the knock came on their door telling them it was 1 hour to curtain.

They all got ready, Rain turning so no one would see the marks left by Dew from that morning and once done made sure his bag was ready by the door to leave right after the show. Dew followed and did the same thing.

They made their way backstage and got suited up with their instruments. Rain held back with Dew for a moment, who when no one was looking ran his finger along his palm like he did that first car ride.

The ritual went well, Papa was definitely pleased with all the sexually charged ghouls, especially Dew and Rain who didn't stray far from one another. Not able to keep their hands to themselves for most of the show, and if it played into their stage presence so be it.

On the final bow, Rain waited on the end of the line looking for Dew who normally stood beside him. All of sudden from the other side of the stage he saw him run towards him and grab around his waist. Leaning in he asked quietly, "Ready to get out of here?"

Rain just nodded and as they exited the stage well before everyone else Dew pulled him through the tunnels, grabbing their things and rushed out back to the waiting car.

Before getting in he slammed Rain up against the side of it and brought his lips up to his, grabbing his hair, pulling him in for their most intense kiss. "Get in, I don't have much more resistance left in me before I truly take you apart."

Rain couldn’t wait either.

[zombie-rott]

Won't You Show Me Your Weakness?: Part II

Pairing: Cumulus / Swiss

Warnings: NSFW / SMUT - Literally as you jump into this chapter it's just smutty.

Synopsis:

"Swiss felt realisation dawn on him. It had to be love, there was no other explanation. His body had chosen a mate, and that’s why this felt so different to him than the usual cat-and-mouse games that he played with lovers."

Or

Swiss is desperately in love with Cumulus but he's not sure she feels the same.

Notes:

This has been in the works for weeks thanks to the help of a fellow Ghost fan and good friend of mine holding my hand along the way. I'm not a cliche/troupe person, so when the idea of this 'little' fic bloomed, I was hesitant. But I've had so much fun creating this little world that has now grown into a to-be collection!

So, yes, it's cliche! It's your run-of-the-mill 'I love her but I don't know if she loves me boohoo' story, with a happy ending and little to no angst! It's so outside my usual long-fic that I am almost 100% sure it'll fail.

But, man, this felt fun to write.

A03 Part 1

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The beginning of any tour always started with the Ghouls organising who got which bunk. Papa, of course, had first pick and often chose to sleep a few empty beds away to give the devils some privacy. But other than that, it was a free-for-all. As Cumulus was new to this particular routine, she hung back in the lounge and allowed her fellow ghouls to get the first pick. She didn’t put much thought into where she was sleeping so long as there were plenty of beds to go around. That was until she realised she was in the bunk below Swiss. 

While they weren’t sleeping in the same small, cramped cubicle, it felt intimate. And, going by Swiss’ face, he wasn’t much pleased either. But, not wanting to cause a fuss, neither Cumulus nor Swiss raised the issue. They just silently put away their respective belongings, avoiding touching each other as much as possible, and went about their own business. 

That night as they were going to bed it was hard for Swiss not to focus on the shape of her body beneath her night clothes. Even with an oversized band shirt and some long pyjama bottoms, Swiss could still make out the beautiful curve of her waist. 

He felt his breath catch in his throat. 

How was he going to do this for six weeks without giving himself away? She was simply brushing her fangs in their cramped tour bathroom, and he was already at half-mast. Growling, he decided to slip silently into his bunk lest she spot his growing lust.

Swiss swore he could hear his heart hammering in his chest as he thought about her. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed his erection to disappear, but there he found fantasies of what was beneath the air-ghouls clothing. Then there were the softer thoughts like the sound of her voice as they laughed together, or the smell of her scent after rehearsal.

How must she smell after a real, live show? One where she'd been playing for millions, wrapped up in her glamour and stage-suit. 

Lucifer below. How delicious would that be?

He bit at his bottom lip as his hands palmed over the crotch of his boxers. How many times had he stroked himself to thoughts of her knelt between his legs, or bent over his bed? Now here he was, stuck in a cramped tin box with a hard-on above the one he was hard for? 

As embarrassing as that thought was, he felt himself grow harder at the thought. Surely he could just wait until he was sure everyone fell asleep and then touch himself for her? No one would know. 

Except he didn’t think he could hold out that long. He was struggling not to rip down his boxers, force a pillow into his mouth and fuck himself. 

Then he heard her shift below him. She let out a small, almost stifled sigh. 

His cock jumped as he palmed it harder. Was she touching herself too? 

The very thought made him pulse, and then, cursing, he had his hand wrapped around his cock. Gently he began to stroke himself as he thought about her below him, her fingers toying with her nipples while the others played with her clit. 

Another small huff from below and a slight movement. 

Swiss’ breath caught in his throat as he bit back a moan. In a moment of clarity, he bit down into his pillow as his hand continued to pump. 

Images of her bombarded his mind. He pictured her down on her knees with his dick in her mouth, gazing up through her long lashes as she sucked him dry. And then there was the one of her sitting on top, slowly teasing him by riding him slowly as she played with herself. 

Despite himself, he grunted. His eyes shot open as soon as the rough noise left his throat. He waited, his hand still on his throbbing dick. Then, there, the tiniest of whines emitted from below him and he was certain that she was sharing in his pleasure. 

He bit down on his pillow as he teased himself, slowly running his enclosed hand up and down his shaft. His eyes squeezed shut as he thought about her sliding her fingers into her slick core, her own mouth full as she struggled not to squeal his name. 

It wasn't long before he came with a shutter, his fangs buried deep into his pillow in a bid to stifle his moans. Then came the feelings of shame that he'd become all too familiar with lately.

Swiss wiped himself off on the sheets before kicking them to the foot of his bunk. He'd deal with them tomorrow, but for now, all he wanted to do was hide away in his room back at The Ministry away from prying ears and eyes.

Lucifer, it was going to be a long and no doubt hard tour.

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Things didn’t get any easier after that first night. In fact, there was more discomfort between the two than ever before. While no one else seemed to notice (other than Papa because he was nothing if not observant) Cumulus felt the tension hanging thick in the air. 

She'd heard him and he'd heard her, and both knew it. Yet, they were entirely unwilling to approach it.

Both were relieved when they were setting up for their first show because it meant that, from then on, they would be one hundred per cent occupied and focused on their rituals. It meant going from venue to venue, playing night after night, and spending their days travelling, setting up or sleeping. 

They would both be too burned out to even think about each other. Or so was the initial belief. 

Between the close proximity on the bus and the excitement of rituals, both were finding it harder than ever to avoid each other. And even more so to stop thinking about each other when they were mere metres apart.

After the third night of rituals, Swiss could feel his head swimming with lust when he caught wind of her scent as she left the stage. She was laughing with Rain and the Ghoulettes, each of them elated with how amazing the show had been. Swiss hung back with Dew and some of the other ghouls as they waited for Papa to exit from the left wing.

Mountain jabbed him between the ribs with his elbow.

“ What do you think of Mama Mia for tonight’s movie?” The earth ghoul asked.

“I don’t think so, guys. I might just skip this one,” Swiss sighed, the thought of seeing Cumulus already awakening the butterflies deep in his belly. 

“C’mon, there’ll be snacks and Mounty’s brought some amazing weed from the greenhouses.” Dew knew Swiss couldn’t resist some of Mountain’s homegrown pot. 

Copia bounced down the steps from the stage and gestured for the remaining ghouls to follow him. Collectively they made their way back to the bus. 

“Honestly? I’m just not feeling it tonight.” 

Phantom gently poked Dew from behind. The fire ghoul shot him a glance, his eyes hidden behind his mas, and raised his shoulders in a shrug. It wasn’t like Swiss to turn down a night of getting high, watching movies and indulging in junk food. Even when he was dog-tired, he always enjoyed the closeness with his pack. 

But not tonight. Tonight his demeanour was low, his stride was off and they'd all noticed his stage presence was a little more toned down than usual.

So Dew did what any concerned friend would do. He pulled the multi-ghoul aside just as they all began to file into the bus.

“Why don’t we roll one for ourselves and hang out here for a bit?” The smaller ghoul offered as he finally removed his helmet. 

Swiss followed suit and unclipped his. Even in his mortal glamour, Dew could sense the apprehension from his best friend. 

Finally, the taller ghoul sighed, his shoulders sagging. 

“Sure.” 

Dew instructed him to climb up to the roof of the bus and he’d meet him there. Swiss gave his helmet to the other ghoul and went to find a spot for them to sit. It had to be well away from the lounge the other ghouls and Papa would be in, lest this conversation was to go the way he suspected it was. Dew was anything but dumb, and he certainly wasn’t blind when it came to Swiss and his mannerisms. They were platonic soul mates and practically knew everything about each other, so of course the fire ghoul sensed his strange mood.

In fact, Swiss was both offended and relieved that it had taken him four full days to ask him about it. 

It didn’t take long for the fire ghoul to return, two rolled joints in his hand and a blanket in the other. While the fire ghoul ran hot, Swiss had always struggled to cope with the colder atmosphere of the surface as opposed to his home in the pit. Fortunately, Dew knew this and always ensured he had something to keep him warm if they were smoking together on the roof of The Ministry.

With a soft smile, Dew wrapped his best friend up in the plush, branded blanket and settled himself down beside him.

“So.” Dew passed his friend one of the joints and the lighter. 

Swiss balanced it between his lips, cupped his hands and lit the tip. He inhaled sharply, allowing the cool feeling of smoke to whip through his lungs before releasing his breath. He coughed a little before puffing again and passing on the joint. 

“So what, Dewy?” 

“So what’s eating you?” 

Swiss considered this question for a moment, his head beginning to fill with a familiar haze.

“I’m just a little lost at the minute. Not really feeling myself.” He shrugged and stared off into the sky, “It happens.” 

“Not to you. At least not often and definitely not while out on tour. This is your happy place, Swissroll, but you don’t seem all that happy.” 

“I-I just- I keep thinking about something, someone, and it’s kind of hard not to think of them. I’ve never had this feeling before. I want to be around them all the time, and not just for sexual reasons or that fun stuff. But for, like, holding each other, and kissing them and maybe some mundane, you know, mate stuff.”

Swiss took a long drag of the joint, cursing himself for his honesty. Pot always did loosen his lips. 

Dew narrowed his eyes before throwing himself flat against the roof of the bus. 

“Mate stuff?” He repeated,“ Like doing the dishes together and raisin’ kits?” 

Swiss felt his cheeks flush. Did he want all that? The fluff, and cuddles and baking brownies together? 

“I suppose so, yeah. But without the kits. No matter who I end up with, I don’t think kits are a good idea for me. But the rest I can manage. And the weird thing is that there’s literally no one else I can imagine doing dishes with for eternity but them.”  

Dew lay silently beside him, puffing clouds of smoke up into the sky between drags. The sky was marred by the lights of the city, masking the stars and nebulas above. Yet, Dew continued to stare for what felt like hours, interested in whatever it was he saw in the misty haze. 

Why wasn’t he answering? 

“Dewy-?” 

“Are they on the bus? Do you love them?” Dew interrupted.

Did he love Cumulus? 

“Because if you’re talking about mating, you realise that means you’re in love right? In the romantic, human sense. That’s essentially what a mate is to us. Someone to love, and fuck, and breed kits with, and do shit boring things like wash the God-damned dishes.” 

Swiss felt realisation damn on him. It had to be love, there was no other explanation. His body had chosen a mate, and that’s why this felt so different to him than the usual cat-and-mouse games that he played with lovers. But, instead of feeling happy, Swiss felt his stomach twist with anxiety. 

What if she didn’t feel the same and he was stuck like this? He’d heard of that happening in the pit and the ghouls it befell were doomed to unrequited love, never to find another. But he’d never known enough about mating to care. If he were entirely honest, he had reserved himself to never finding a mate and just fucking his way through eternity like the demons who raised him. They never cared for love or intimacy. They had only cared about sins and pleasure, and everything in between, so, naturally, that’s all Swiss was exposed to as a young kit among demon-kin. 

The sudden awakening of his ghoulish instincts simply hadn’t crossed his mind. 

“Shit.” Swiss muttered, “I didn’t even think about it like that, but - fuck, dude- I think you might be right.” 

Dew passed the remainder of the joint to Swiss before reaching both his hands behind his head. He huffed out a long, deep sigh. 

“Fuck, Swissroll. That must suck, huh?” 

Swiss stubbed and flicked the roach off onto the ground below them. He pulled the blanket tighter around him and buried his head into the soothing fabric. 

Lucifer below, it hurt like hell.

~ ~ ~ ~

At long last, after what felt like months, they made their first hotel stop. Kindly paid for by my Sister Imperator, they were each treated to their own room, practically unheard of in the history of their tours. But they had been doing so well as of late, bringing more followers to the unfolding arms of Lucifer than ever before. The luxury of a hotel room was the least Imperator could do to show her gratitude, even if it did pain the tyrant to be so generous.

After their ritual in Amsterdam that afternoon they were encouraged to return to their rooms and get ready for a night on the town. Papa had plans to take them out to a bar to help them unwind before a full day and a half of travelling to their next location. After all, it was in his best interest for the ghouls to exert as much energy as possible before being trapped in a tin can for the next thirty or so hours, lest he have to deal with their boredom. They were nothing if not catastrophic without an outlet. 

The bar was hidden deep in the city of Amsterdam and one they always frequented when in town. It was dark, but modern on the inside, and filled with the usual haze experienced in some Dutch pubs. They always came here because it was quiet, save for a few tourists and locals who frequented its chairs. While it was hard to remain inconspicuous in a city, they'd never had any run-ins. At least none that were deemed negative. 

They got some drinks and chose to mingle as a group first, before stretching out into their various pairings. Dew and Swiss, their relationship somewhat strained after Swiss’ confession, sat silently at the bar. Both were on their second drink when Swiss offered the idea of doing shots, something that despite his ‘party-boy’ demeanour, was outside his usual remit. Dew knew it was six drinks and Swiss was out, but when you added shots to the equation, that was significantly lowered to three. Four if you were lucky. 

“Maybe you should slow down?” Dew suggested as Swiss handed him a slice of lime and a tequila. He watched as the other ghoul drank his shot, forgoing the salt and lime entirely, his face scrunching up from the taste. 

“Seriously Swiss, you’re not a drinker. You know that.” 

“M’fine Dewy. I just need to unwind, okay? Get all this shit out of my head.” 

“You think getting wasted is going to get this off your mind?” Dew scoffed, “Do you watch movies, dude? You’re going to get shitfaced and just feel worse about all of this. Thank fuck this 'mate' of yours isn’t here or-”

“They are.” 

“What?” 

“They are here.” Swiss swallowed down the rest of his vodka-lime, and asked the barkeep for a rum and coke,” And it fucking hurts having to see her every day, Dewy. This is easily the most confusing feeling I’ve ever experienced and I both love and hate it at the same time. I feel like my heart is being pulled apart by the butterflies.”

Dew was gobsmacked. Dumbfounded, even. His mate was here, right under their nose, this whole time? They were travelling together and Dew hadn’t even noticed? He stopped listening to Swiss, his head instead cycling through all the possible thieves of his best friend’s heart. She, he had explicitly said she. And there were only three ghoulettes with them on the tour. If it were Cirrus, Swiss’ instincts would have kicked in long ago, and Sunshine had already found her mate in Mist.  

Cumulus.

Dew’s eyes widened. 

“You’re in love with Cumulus?!” He exclaimed, not even trying to keep his voice down. 

Swiss almost knocked over his drink as he rushed to shush the fire ghoul. He put a heavy hand on the smaller ghoul's shoulder, and squeezed. 

“Please don’t say anything Dewy. Just keep this between us, yeah? I-I ca-can’t have her knowing any of this.” 

“Does she love you back? Is she your mate?” 

Swiss hung his head and turned back to his drink. He had no idea, but he suspected that if she were his requited mate, she’d have come forward by now. Gently, he shook his head, unable to find the words to respond. 

Everyone knew what happened to ghouls left in love-limbo, but it wasn’t a fate many talked about. It was thought of as unlucky, often rendering many ghouls to spend the rest of their unnatural lives in heartbreak and a deep, wallowing depression. And no one wanted to live an eternity like that. 

“Don’ know.” The multi-ghoul murmured, “But I can’t get her out of my ‘ead, Dewy.” 

“Well, you fucking better try.” Dew snapped. 

Swiss’ was a little taken aback by his best friend's reaction. He of all ghouls was the one he expected to support him in this, not berate him! They were platonic soulmates after all.

The multi- ghoul's eyebrows knitted together with frustration. He needed to get out of here, at least for a moment. 

“‘Cuse me. I needa piss.

Dew sat still as Swiss got up and stumbled towards the restrooms. The fire ghoul, usually one to follow his friend, didn’t much fancy this conversation anymore. He was praying that the other ghoul would move on from the subject, hopefully onto something more light hearted. He’d really been a bummer lately and Dew wasn’t about that. They were both usually the life and soul of the tour bus! Papa had even threatened to leave them behind in Munich once because of a nasty incident with a Nerf gun. But not this time. Swiss hadn’t so much as initiated any shenanigans, and Dew had known better than to ask. 

When Swiss returned, Dew’s eyes immediately were drawn to his shirt. Or, rather, the buttons of his shirt, three of which were wide open, revealing the hilt of the blade tattoo on the chest of his mortal skin suit. 

“Swiss, what are you planning?” Dew hissed through gritted teeth. He knew this move, he had watched how this usually unfolded, even encouraged it. But the prospect of his best friend falling head over dick into one of their touring companions boiled his blood. Did he seriously want to ruin the pack dynamic altogether? 

“Nothin’ Dewy, ‘am just warm.” 

“Warm? Mr the-surface-is-much-too-cold? Don’t pull that with me!” 

Before Swiss could respond they were joined by Papa Copia. He sat gracelessly on the stool next to Swiss, his cheeks flushed and a tipsy grin on his face. 

“Ah, mio amicos!” He announced, “I am getting another round for our colleagues over there, would you like one?” 

Dew attempted to smile in return but ultimately decided against another drink, his mind occupied by his drunken friend. 

“I’d love - “

“No! He’s fine, Papa. Maybe a water instead, si?” Dew interjected, his arm flying out across the multi- ghoul’s chest. 

Copia’s eyes were drawn to the open buttons on the ghoul’s chest, and he gave Dew a knowing look. He had seen this before. Three-button Swiss meant that he was very drunk, very horny and on the prowl. And while Copia usually encouraged such behaviour, the last time this had happened in Amsterdam it had taken four hours to find the ghoul the next morning. It wasn’t an experience the clergyman necessarily had time to recreate. 

“Water would be good, si amico.” The satanic pope gently patted the multi-ghoul’s shoulder, a look of concern on his face, “Or perhaps it is time for you to go back to the hotel, si?”

“Alone!” Dew added. 

Swiss growled at the both of them and sharply stumbled to his feet. 

“Forget it! I’ll go ‘moke wit’ Mounty.” 

He pushed through the groups of people out of the bar and into the cobbled streets beyond. His blood was boiling in his veins, and his head swimming with intoxication and lust. All he had wanted from that evening was to buy Cumulus a drink as a way of showing his affection. That was it. Nothing else. While the prospect of them falling into bed together was very welcomed, he knew better than that. He didn’t shit where he ate, especially when they were all confined together for the next few weeks in a glorified tuna can! 

Swiss threw himself down onto the sidewalk and went about rolling a joint. Yes! Surely a joint would clear his mind. But his fingers struggled to grind the bud, and his hands were shaking too much to prepare the papers. If he wanted to get high he’d have to find Mountain and that wasn’t an option right now. 

Especially not with his eyes so full of tears.

So he kept attempting to sprinkle the poorly ground cannabis into what would soon become a poorly rolled joint. He had no idea how long it had taken him, but it certainly wasn’t seconds or even moments. There were vague memories of strangers asking him if he was alright, followed by the memory of Copia stumbling down the street with another of his colleagues. Rain? Or maybe Phantom? He couldn’t remember, much less care. 

Swiss knew he was very intoxicated, he knew this was the most drunk he had been in years and that the hangover would be hell. But all he wanted was to get high, to feel like he was floating above this little bar in Amsterdam and away to somewhere else. Somewhere where she was his one true mate and he wasn’t left alone in unrequited limbo.

“Swiss?” 

He quickly wiped his eyes and glanced up in the direction of the voice. Her voice. And sure enough there Cumulus was, her beautiful eyes looking down on him from her place in the doorway. She knelt beside him and hovered a hand over his shoulder. 

“Swiss are you okay?” 

His bottom lip quivered, and despite all his strength, he felt more tears spill down his cheeks. Lucifer, what a fool he felt, bawling in front of the most beautiful devil he had ever seen.

“Jus’ - ‘jus a lil’ drunk. ‘M fine.” He slurred through sobs. 

Cumulus felt her heart break in two. Never in all her time on the surface had she expected to see Swiss, of all ghouls, breaking down in front of her. Panic rose up and into her chest. 

“Do you want to go back to the hotel? I can help you.” She offered as she linked her arm under his. 

Swiss flinched at the touch. A multitude of thoughts exploded in his mind as the mere touch sent electricity through his body.  

 “I’ll get Dew, he can help!” Came her next suggestion.

But Swiss took hold of her hand and shook his head violently from side to side. This isn’t how this was supposed to happen.

“But I can’t get you back myself.” 

Deep down Swiss knew she was right. He was much to drunk to support himself as it was, and the last thing he wanted was to fall onto her mid-way down the canal walk. 

Defeated, he allowed her to fetch the fire ghoul and prayed to Lucifer that he would keep his mouth shut. This wasn’t how she was meant to find out about his feelings. It was meant to be romantic, a gesture to win over any heart. But now? Now he was drunk, high and a blubbering mess in a city none of them knew that well. 

He, in his mind, was every drunken stereotype and more. 

~ ~ ~ ~

Dew berated him the whole way back to the hotel, not that the multi-ghoul had been listening. All he could do was think about how ashamed he was letting it get this far. He was fairly sure that, had Cumulus somehow been his requited mate, he’d well and truly scared her off into a life of unrequitedness. Mate or not, who would want to be with someone who presented themselves like this? 

It was overdramatic, embarrassing and, most of all, unattractive. 

By the time they made it back to the hotel Cumulus and Dew were seething at each other. They helped Swiss into his room and over to the bathroom where he promptly fell to his knees and vomited into the toilet bowl. 

“You know this is your fault.” Dew spat as he quietly closed the bathroom door, giving the multi-ghoul some privacy. 

“My fault?” Cumulus retorted. She wasn’t about to take the blame for something that in no conceivable way was her doing, “He’s an adult, Dew! He knows how to say no and it’s hardly anyone else's fault but his own that he doesn’t know his limits.” 

“He knows his limits, he’s not an idiot.” 

“Then why let himself get like this!?”

“Because he’s fucking lovesick and hurting. And substance abuse has always been his weapon of choice!” 

Cumulus felt her heart shatter in her chest. He was in love? With who? She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to hide her ache from the fire ghoul before her. 

“I-I still don’t understand how this is my fault.” 

Dew didn’t need to respond to her. His look told her all she needed to know. Suddenly the heartache she felt over him loving another turned to butterflies in an instant. Of course. His nervousness around her, Papa’s subtle hints; the noises from his bunk. He was, indeed, in love with someone. And it just so happened to be her. 

Swiss was in love with her and Cumulus was pretty sure she liked (not loved, don’t be so cliche) him! 

Cumulus found herself moving back towards the bed, desperate for something to sit on. Her head was swimming with so many thoughts, fears, and emotions. It was far too much all at once and she simply needed to not be standing anymore lest she fall to the floor in shock. 

“He likes me?” She babbled, her eyes fixed on the glow of the fire ghoul’s. 

“Loves. He loves you. He thinks you’re his mate and there’s nothing and no one like you.”

Mate? Like an actual honest-to-Gods, life partner mate? 

They were both interrupted by retching from the other side of the bathroom door. Dew shot the air ghoul one last nasty look before going to tend to his drunken friend.

Cumulus wasn’t sure what to do both in the moment and with the information she had just been handed. Her feelings of love and lust and wanting were mutual, so why didn’t she feel happy? Why didn’t she feel elated and overjoyed at the thought of being with Swiss? 

Why was she so afraid? 

Dew flung open the door, his best friend draped over his shoulder. He was muttering apologies into the fabric of the fire ghouls shirt and gasping for air through sobs. 

“Are you going to sit there or help me get him into bed?” Dew spat as Cumulus stared dumbfounded at the situation unfolding before her. 

Quickly, she stumbled to her feet and pulled back the covers to give access to the drunken ghoul. They both helped Swiss onto the mattress before attempting to undo his boots. 

“Just leave him in his clothes,” Dew suggested, “He’ll come to sometime in the next few hours and sort that out himself.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d helped Swiss into bed, drunk from too many local whiskeys during a tour in Ireland. But he’d been giddy, high from lust and the pale skin of several groupies. Now he was an emotional mess, cross faded in an attempt to forget about the very ghoul that was placing his boots neatly in the hotel room closet. 

“We can’t just leave him here by himself.” Cumulus stated as Dew pulled the covers up to the multi-ghouls chest. 

She wasn’t sure how this ended, but it wasn’t with Swiss drunk and alone in a hotel. Especially not in his current emotional state. 

“-Lus?” Swiss whispered.

Dew felt his blood boil and while he knew his own emotions were frayed from alcohol, he couldn’t help but feel angry with his best friend. They were meant to be best friends, rice-or-dies for fuck sake, and he whispers her name in his hour of need? The fire ghoul had just patted his back as he vomited the entire contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl, all the while reassuring him and calming his tears. And ‘Lus’ is the first coherent word out of his mouth? 

“You can stay if you want, but I need a shower and some sleep.” Dew growled, pushing past the air ghoul. 

“W-what? You’re not going to stay?” 

“He clearly has his mind elsewhere right now. I love the dude, I really do. But I can’t be here right now.” 

Deep down Cumulus got it. She understood, in a strange way, that Swiss’ feelings for her must be difficult. After all, they had been inseparable for years prior to her climbing from the pit. They were best friends, barely without each other. He had practically carried him back and knelt beside him as he cried. Yet, it was her name that Swiss spoke of? Of course, the fire ghoul needed space from it all and Cumulus wasn’t going to argue. 

Instead, she walked with him in silence to the door and bid him good night before locking up behind her. 

Now what? She hadn’t thought this far, only that she couldn’t leave Swiss alone like this. What if he choked on his own vomit? Or woke up alone and cold and needing water?

And what, exactly, was one meant to do while a drunken ghoul slept? She pondered this as she filled a glass of water and placed a waste paper bin by Swiss’ bedside. 

She contemplated cleaning up the bathroom, but Dew had already done a good job of that prior to his leaving. So, what else was there for her to do but kick off her own shoes, find a good movie and settle into the bed beside the multi-ghoul? 

She settled herself above the covers. Love, like or whatever mutual feeling it was they had, the last thing she wanted was to crawl in next to him and cause a scene when he woke, inevitably hungover and possibly deeply embarrassed. 

~ ~ ~ ~

Swiss barely moved, his breath coming in small wisps with the occasional hint of a snore. At some point in the night, he shifted from his mortal glamour into his true body and it was only when the spade of his tail pulled back the duvet that Cumulus even noticed.

By the time he began to stir, sunlight was beginning to filter in through the curtains.

“Argh-” He rolled over onto his back and, as he did, his tail brushed against Cumulus’ thigh. She squeaked in surprise.

“L-lus?” Swiss looked up at her through half-lidded eyes. 

Cumulus smiled softly in response and fluttered her hand in a timid wave.

Suddenly, the multi-ghoul shot up in the bed, his eyes wide and his fingers gripping onto the duvet. Cumulus jumped at the movement. They sat like that, staring into each other's eyes for what felt like hours before a sudden wave of nausea forced Swiss to the bathroom. 

Lost on what to do, Cumulus decided to bring the ghoul water as a peace offering. She knew that Swiss may not want her to see him like this, hunched over and retching, but she had all but carried him home the evening prior. There was little else he could do to embarrass himself further. 

“You should drink some water, Swiss.” She knelt down beside him, one hand on his back and the other extended towards him with the glass. 

He groaned, his face visibly flushed from a mixture of shame and sweat. Ultimately, however, he took the water without a fight. 

“H-how long have you been here?” Swiss asked after a few moments.

Cumulus found herself seated across from him on the floor of the small bathroom. She took in his defeated demeanour, the way his head hung down and his shoulders dropped. There was no doubt in her mind that shame was eating him alive.

“Dew and I carried you home from the bar. He didn’t want to stay but I couldn’t leave you here by yourself. It just wouldn’t have been right.” 

“Fucking hell.” Swiss spat, a hand coming up to glide through his hair, “D-id I - I mean - what did I say?”

“You don’t remember?” 

“No. I barely remember being in the bar. J-just that Dew was pissed at me for -” He stopped himself, his fangs worrying at his bottom lip, “Well - it doesn’t really matter.” 

“Dew will get over it.” 

“I don’t really know that he will.” 

Silence, once again, enveloped the ghouls. Swiss shifted so that his legs were outstretched parallel to Cumulus’. His tail was tucked tightly around his waist, and the empty glass held firmly between his hands. 

“Would it make you more comfortable if I shifted out of my glamour too?” Cumulus questioned.

“I-I honestly don’t know what would make me feel more comfortable at the moment. Nothing about this is comforting.” 

“You’re embarrassed.” It wasn’t a question, more of an observation. 

“Of course I’m fucking embarrassed, Lus. I woke up next to you and - and -”

“And it’s not how you pictured waking up next to me.”

Swiss’ eyes shot up to meet hers, the rims red and irritated from a night of tears. He opened and closed his mouth several times, searching for the right words but falling short. 

“Dew told me. Well, I sort of figured it out on my own but he confirmed it.” Cumulus spoke softly, her eyes never leaving him, “And I sort of feel the same. I mean - not exactly. I like you. A lot. I get butterflies - “

“Butterflies.” Swiss repeated knowingly. 

“Yeah, fluttering in my chest every time I see you or hear your voice. And I’ve tried to deny it for so long but Papa called me out and since then - well - I can’t get you out of my mind.” 

Swiss didn't know quite what to say or do. He had walked in circles in his mind for months thinking about the possibility that his love was not matched. He had all but reserved himself to being forever unrequited and without her.

Hell, he had even thought about the horrible instance of her finding someone else, someone who wasn't him, to hold her in the long night. And, yet, here she was returning some resemblance of the same feelings. Like was as good as love in his book.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted to hear that." Swiss breathed, his heart feeling fuller than it had in months.

Cumulus smiled and shifted out of her glamour into the blue-skinned, beauty Swiss had first laid eyes on in the ritual room. Her tail swished forward, coming to rest on his legs. Without hesitation, he allowed his own to unfurl from his waist and come to rest against hers.

Spade to spade.

They sat in relative silence, drinking in the stillness of their confessions, tails tangled together. The blue tuft of Cumulus' softly caressing Swiss' worn spade. Gradually they moved closer to each other until, eventually, Cumulus sat next to Swiss, his head on her shoulder, and their hands became entwined.

"I'd ask to kiss you but I'm probably not that pleasant to taste right now." Swiss chuckled.

"No, you really wouldn't be."

"What about a shower together?"

"How about you buy me a drink in Berlin and we'll talk?"

Swiss smiled, kissed Cumulus on the back of her hand and rose unsteadily to his feet.

"It's a date."

[her-satanic-wiles]

hi! I've been struggling with my college course and super stressed with it and I was wondering if you could write a Sodo/Swiss×reader where reader has a panic attack and they calm her down?

Thank you!

Hiya, lovely!

I don't normally answer requests and my requests are closed indefinitely, but I thought I'd make an exception with this. I hope you feel better soon, and please take breaks when you need to. I've been through college and uni (twice) and I know how fucking awful the assignments can be. Your loved ones are there for you when you need them. Eat, stay hydrated and please be kind to yourself!

I also decided to use both Sodo (Dew) and Swiss because fuck it. Why have one when you could have two? Warnings: sfw, detailed panic attacks, comfort.

Your teeth were numb from the heavy breathing you’d been doing, coupled with your racing mind and thumping heart, you were crouched in the corner of the L-shaped bookcase of the Ministry’s library. You were all alone in this section of the library, which is usually how you liked it. But today the weight of your assignments loomed over you and bore down on your shoulders, adding vast amounts of pressure to your mind you could barely concentrate on your homework. So much to do and not enough time to do it in left you feeling panicked and helpless.

And that’s how you found yourself in this position: crouched and shivering, fighting with your own lungs because they just wouldn’t fill. You’d barely had enough time to shoot Dewdrop a text that stated simply, help. Library. Before you felt your world crashing down around you and spinning on its axis at unbearable speeds.

When Dew arrived, he wasn’t alone: Swiss was swift on his heels once he’d called for him. They’d split up to try and find you as quickly as possible, and Dew was the first one to your position. Dew, immediately, no questions asked dropped to his knees in front of you and forced you to look at him.

“Slowly,” he commanded, calm and gentle as you needed him to be, yet urgent enough to have you listen, “breathe in… one… two… three… out… one… two… three…”

Swiss turned the corridor shortly after while Dew was helping you regulate your breaths, and picked up your bottle of water you’d left on the desk. Once your breathing had steadied and the tears began to flow, Swiss undid the cap for you and handed you the thermos. “Small sips, baby,” he told you softly, “there you go.”

As Swiss’ large hands stroked your hair, Dew had wrapped you up in his arms and, once the water had been safely handed back to Swiss let you sob onto his shoulder.

Dew continued to hold you tightly, his embrace providing a sense of security amid the chaos that had enveloped your mind. He whispered words of reassurance, a soothing cadence that helped to ground you in the present moment.

“You’re okay. We’re here for you,” Dew murmured, his voice a steady anchor. “Take all the time you need. There’s no rush. We’ve got your back.”

Swiss, still stroking your hair with a tenderness that fit his kind demeanor, offered a comforting presence. “You’re not alone in this, okay? We’ll help you through it. One step at a time.”

As your sobs began to subside, Dew pulled away gently, keeping one hand on your shoulder. “Feeling a bit better?” he asked, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You managed a shaky nod, the weight on your chest easing with each passing moment. Swiss handed you a tissue, and you wiped away the remnants of your tears. They both stayed close, allowing you the space to gather yourself without judgment.

Swiss took a seat beside you, offering a warm smile. “You are smart, brave, and wonerful. We believe in you and love you so, so much.”

Dew chimed in, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. “And if you ever need a break, or just someone to talk to, we’re right here. The Ministry’s demands can be overwhelming, but you don’t have to face it alone.”

The three of you came to an agreement to leave the library and locate a more private area to reorganise. As you walked together, Dew draped an arm around your shoulders and Swiss on the other, making a safe cocoon. Their solidarity wrapped around you like a cosy shawl, bringing solace in the face of academic difficulty.

As the sun set below the horizon, giving a warm glow over the tranquil scene, you sat together in a hidden part of the library garden, surrounded by ancient trees and the soft whisper of leaves. Dew and Swiss listened to your concerns and fears, offering words of support and sharing their own experiences. The weight on your shoulders began to lift, and you were able to take strength from the support of loyal friends.

[mac-and-thefox]

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

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

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

Comforts of Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dew? Are you alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aef…m’scared…is to’loud..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dew nodded, eyes still big, but shaking subsided.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aether smiled, sitting up slightly.

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

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

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

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

“Da soup wiv…wiv…duno the word Aef,”

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

“You mean the….Butternut Squash soup?”

Dew’s eyes light up in recognition.

“Yeah! Dat soup,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was still early, dinner could wait.

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

[iamthecomet]

Some quick Dew/Swiss for your Friday night. I definitely didn't write most of this on a scrap piece of paper at work, definitely not.

Dew needs Swiss to stop talking ten minutes ago. Every senseless word makes Dew feel like his brain is being pulled out of his dick. He digs his fingers a little harder into Swiss' hips and pulls him back onto his cock with more force. He hopes that fucking him harder will make the words die on his tongue. He wishes Rain was here to gag Swiss with his cock, then at least Dew would stand a chance. As it is, Swiss clenches down and Dew wants to wail. He watches that pretty pink hole stretch around his cock. Slick and open and still so fucking tight. And he has no idea how he hasn't blown it yet. His balls ache, thighs shake. Satanas he's so much closer than he wants to be. Dew digs his claws into Swiss' ass until they sink into supple flesh and Swiss yelps, turning his head back to glare at Dew. At least Swiss looks as wrecked as Dew feels. Mouth slick with spit, eyes lidded, pupils blown wide. Dew brings the bloody tips of his claws to his mouth and sucks them into his mouth. The copper tang of Swiss' blood on his tongue does nothing to drag him back from the edge. His cock kicks hard. "Fuck that's hot," Swiss groans. "Do it again." "Shut up," Dew growls, punctuating it with a hard thrust jabbed right into Swiss' prostate. Swiss winces, pins his lips together with his fangs to try to swallow the whine. It doesn't work. Dew hears it anyway, it hits him like a punch to the gut. He has better luck muffling his answering groan. He fixes Swiss with a glare that he hopes conveys dominance instead of desperation. "Why?" Swiss gasps, a tinge of laughter coloring his tone. "Can't handle it?" "Fuck you." "Thought you were," Swiss chides, "not doing a very good job." Dew snarls. He shoves Swiss away from him, pulling out without warning. Cock, red and wet wagging in the air. Sticking straight out from his body, impossibly hard. He resists the urge to grab it, to squeeze the base. Swiss' hole winks at him, clenching around nothing. A fat glob of lube drips out and runs down toward Swiss' balls, leaving a trail of slick over swollen abused skin. Dew swipes it up with his index finger. He leans forward, shoving that finger past Swiss' parted lips. Smearing the lube over his tongue. It tastes awful, Dew knows from experience, and Swiss tries to twist away. Dew hooks his finger into Swiss' cheek, pulling roughly to keep him where he wants him. Forcing Swiss to look over his shoulder at him. "Do you want to cum or not?" He sneers. Swiss looks at him for a breath. A beat where Dew thinks Swiss might actually get up and turn the tables on him. Dew doesn't look away, dares him to do it, to try. He's up for a fight if Swiss is. Drool drips down Dew's palm. Swiss blinks, slow and resigned, then he nods. Dew shoves back in, hard, bottoming out again in one rough thrust. Swiss keens with it, fingers gripping the sheets so hard he might tear through them. Dew pulls his mouth a little harder, dragging his claw along the soft inside of Swiss' cheek before he releases him. Swiss drops his head back to the bed with a groan. "Then shut the fuck up."

[m0rbidmacabre]

If you have Ghosts

Chapter 2

Summary: Swiss continues to struggle with emotional issues and is ordered to take time off by Papa IV. Dew is upset by Swiss's outburst and the two have a tense relationship. After a day of rest, Swiss proposes a game of chase in the woods, which escalates into a sexual encounter between the two. The story explores themes of power dynamics, emotional struggles, and interpersonal relationships within the group.

Warnings: blowjob, swiss & dew, ghoul on ghoul, angst, hate, sadness, feral ghoul warning, tour life, ghoul on ghoul, MFM, rough sex, anal, masturbation, depression, angst, fuck DEW, you hottie.

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If You Have Ghosts

Chapter two

Previous chapter

Link to AO3

Returning to the ministry wasn’t as easy as Swiss as had initially thought, he was hoping that returning to normal life would help him, that his loss of control was somehow linked to being on tour but that wasn’t the case. He had spent his first week home sat in his room, hardly leaving his bed. He was trying so hard to rest and recover, but his body was refusing to let him. His pack had all gone back to normal ministry duties of guarding and taking care of papa, but out of concern, papa iv had asked Swiss to take some time off. Swiss found himself in Papa’s office the morning after they had all arrived home. Papa was quick to get Swiss into his office to see him. Knowing what papa wanted Swiss walked into the room shouting “Papa, I don’t want to take time off… you need me on duty.”

“We should be fine, eh; mountain and dew have agreed to do some double shifts... please don’t worry”. Papa explained, waving his arms around as he explained to the ghoul.

“But they need to rest too, I don’t want to be a burden, I need to work”. Swiss cried at papa, hoping that his displeasure would change his mind, but it didn’t.

“Please just take a week, take two. Just rest, relax... your health comes first. I will not have my ghouls struggling. we need you at full strength for when we find out what this issue is…”

“Papa, I’m fine…”

“No, Swiss… Listen to your Papa. it’s an order. In the meantime, I will do some research”.

Swiss sighed and turned around, walking straight for the door, his angst showing as he slammed the door behind him. Dew, who was on guard at Papa’s, shouted after Swiss as he stormed away.

“Hey, calm the fuck down…” he shouted.

Swiss turned around and flipped him off as he carried on walking. “Fuck you Dew, stay out of it” he shouted back at Dew who slumped against the wall with a large huff.

Swiss found himself back at the ghoul den before he knew it, walking straight for his room, storming past the other ghouls who were having a relaxing day off with pizza in front of the TV.

“Mountain, do you think I should go check on him?” Aether said as Swiss stormed into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

“Leave him Aeth, it sounds like he needs to cool off”.

Aether got to his feet, anyway, ignoring Mountain and walked to Swiss’s door. He pressed his ear to it, hoping to hear if Swiss was okay but what he heard from the room was something that would haunt him. Aether could hear Swiss pining, crying, aching. Swiss was sobbing uncontrollably. It didn’t take more than a second for Aether to open Swiss’s door and close it behind him.

“Swiss, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Papa is making me... take time off” he sobbed, losing his breath halfway through...

Aether Immediately walked up to Swiss and enveloped him in his strong arms.

“Hey, it’s all going to be okay….” Aether muttered repeatedly while running his hands over Swiss’s dreadlocks, using his quintessence to help calm the heartbroken ghoul while pattering him with tiny kisses.

Papa IV had been feeling off since Swiss visited his office that morning, something didn’t feel right… maybe it was because his multi-ghoul wasn’t feeling his best, or maybe it’s because he was forced to make him take some time away from duties, knowing full well it would leave Swiss even more upset. The last thing Papa wanted was for the ghoul to feel like he wasn’t wanted or needed... Papa decided to take the rest of the afternoon off from working on ministry paperwork to go to the library and do some research into why Swiss might be acting so different to how he normally was.

Dew followed behind Papa as he walked to the library, they both walked in silence as they contemplated the morning. Dew had also been upset by Swiss’s outburst that morning, only Dew had more reason to be upset. Swiss had told him to stay out of it, but Dew only wanted to help the multi-ghoul feel better... To remind him that this wasn’t the place for him to take out his anger. He cared a lot for Swiss, they were close… or at least, he thought they were. it just didn’t go down how Dew thought it might. The fire ghoul had been thinking about it since it had happened, his upset only adding to his silence as he internally argued with himself.

“Here we are Dew, just wait outside please…” Papa iv asked Dew as they reached the restricted section of the old library. As you would expect the room was filled wall to wall with old books that were covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs, nobody but ministry heads were allowed into the restricted section, the books that lived here were often deemed too dangerous for normal eyes. Anything you would need could be found here, want to summon a ghoul? How about Lucifer himself? It’s all here.

Papa pulled out an interesting looking book titled ‘Ghouls: A Historical Perspective’, it was leather bound, the pages older then both Dew and Papa. He skimmed the pages, flicking to illnesses...

Papa sat for hours, unable to find the answer. Day light was fading fast and so was the lighting in the room, the candles doing their best to keep the room aglow were starting to die. He was starting to give up hope. “Maybe this was just a depressive state, like humans go through, maybe it will pass. Si… si, maybe…” He thought to himself with a big sigh as he scratched his head in confusion, slamming the book closed... he had found nothing that could help his ghoul and he felt bad about it. Dew stood outside the library waiting as Papa opened the door with a concerned smile.

Dew just smiled back as they began to walk towards Papa's papal chambers, both still stricken with worry for the multi-ghoul. Dew left Papa at his chambers and started to head back towards the ghoul den, it had been a long day, and he was tired. All he wanted was to curl up in his bed and sleep, forget about what had happened, forget that the search for answers wasn’t a fruitful one.

He walked through the door, and mountain was still sat on the sofa watching movies in his boxers.

“Hey Dew. How was work?” he asked the fire ghoul as he walked through the door to the ghoul den.

“Fine I guess….” He sighed.

“Hey, you know Swiss came home all upset this morning…... Do you know what happened?”

Dew shook his head in response, knowing full well what happened.

“Aeth has been in there all day. I think he’s been crying… maybe you should see if Aeth wants you to take over?”

“Nah I’m sure they are good”.

Mountain pulled a face, shocked at dews response.

“Oh. Okay...” mountain shrugged, knowing it was most likely an argument between the two after Dews reaction and went back to watching the tv as Dew walked past the sofa to the kitchen, where he grabbed a sandwich and then walked to his room, shutting the door behind him. All he wanted was sleep, to simply let go of today and start a new one.

Swiss woke up feeling a little better, Aether had sat with him most of the day. He knew that the quintessence ghoul was a good friend and having his support right now was what he needed. He appreciated Aether, like he did the rest of his pack. He knew that every one of them had his back when he needed them, and he loved them all dearly. What he didn’t think about was the incident he had had with Dew, completely overlooking the fact that maybe one of his pack was hurting from his actions the day before.

He got himself dressed in some sweats and trainers and decided that he may as well go for a run to make use of his time away from work. Walking into the kitchen he spotted Dew, who he shot a big smile. “Well, someone’s in a good mood this morning. I’m glad one of us is feeling better” Dew said to Swiss in response to his toothy grin.

“I’m going for a run, Wanna play a game of chase?” Swiss said to Dew as he walked towards the door.

“What, now?”

“Yeah, I fancy letting my ghoul flag fly.” He said with a smile.

Dew just nodded. Clearly still feeling off with the ghoul he loved more then anything, but he was happy to see him in a better mood, even if his own feelings were still hurt from the exchange they had. It seemed that Swiss hadn’t even noticed he had hurt someone who loved him.

“I tell you what, I'll meet you out there... let's make it more fun... let’s make this a hunt... Whoever finds the other first? Deal?”. Dew said with a smug look on his face, knowing full well that he was an expert when it came to tracking. Sure, Swiss had muscle, but Dew had brains, he wasn’t the fastest, but he could outsmart almost anyone before they had even noticed. he was clearly planning something.

“Sounds like fun… lets do it. I’ll see you out in the woods.” Swiss gave dew a tilted smirk and closed the ghoul den door behind him, before picking up a running pace towards the woods. He knew it wouldn’t be long until dew was onto him, he wanted to get as far out as he could. Dew was nimble, and while Swiss was quick on his feet, his talents lay in his strength. He bobbed and weaved between the trees, and it wasn’t long until he could hear the whistle of footsteps whipping around him in a haze. He picked up his pace, trying to avoid being caught, he wanted to be the one doing the catching, he wanted to be the one winning, but he knew dew would give him a run for his money. It’s one of the reasons Swiss appreciated Dew so much. He always cut out the bullshit and got right to the point.

“You're going to have to be quicker than that….” Swiss heard Dew laughing behind him.

Swiss dodged and whipped between some trees, keeping his pace effortlessly fast. It wasn’t until Swiss thought he had a chance to stop and take a break, he couldn't hear dew, he couldn't smell him… maybe he had lost him. He leaned against a tree catching his breath when all of a sudden, he was rugby tackled to the floor and punched hard across the face splitting his lip. The hand that had just launched into his face now pushing his head into the ground. Swiss growled baring his teeth. Dew was laying on top of him pushing his face into the mud.

“Swiss, you fucking pushed me too far”

“What do you mean you lunatic?!”

“Yesterday”

“Urgh, Dew... Fucking get over it”

A hard blow struck Swiss to the side of the head. Leaving Swiss to take a swipe at Dew, the both of them rolling around in the mud.

“You will fucking take this Swiss... you will” Dew shouted at Swiss as he turned him on to his stomach, laying all his body weight into his back.

“You’re being such a brat…” Dew hissed in his ear. As he unbuttoned his own belt, his already hard cock springing free.

“I’m going to fuck you now, and you're going to take it... You're going to enjoy it, and you are going to feel what it felt like to be pushed around”. Dew bit at Swiss as he pulled down Swiss’s sweatpants.

Dew began to bite into his neck, grinding himself harder against swiss’s butt cheeks as Swiss let out a moan.

“Fuck Dew... Fuck...” Swiss moaned.

“You want me don’t you Swiss, you want me to show you that you can’t push me around…”

“Fuck, Dew... Yes.” Swiss whimpered back to Dew as his face rubbed into the ground.

“You're so needy... here, suck…” dew slid his fingers into Swisses mouth, Swiss putting all the saliva around them as his slid his tongue around his fingers.

“Good boy, good…” Dew said removing his fingers and spitting in his hand to add extra lube.

Dew slowly slid his hand down his back as he continued to nip and bite at his neck. Reaching swisses butt, he slowly entered him with his two fingers. Swiss bit his lip, stifling an unearthly moan of desire. “How does it feel Swiss? How does it feel to let yourself go? To let me take you?”

“fucking good, fucking hot dew.. I need you” he whimpered as Dew moved his fingers slowly inside him.

Dew removed his fingers causing swiss to moan from the loss, he quickly spat on his hands and pumped himself hard causing his spit and pre-cum to leave his cock dripping. He positioned himself on top of Swiss “Good boy, swiss.. Good boy.” Dew moaned as he pushed himself inside him. Both of them quivering in response to the other. Dew continued to bite into Swiss, leaving little love bites all over his neck. “Everyone is going to know swiss, everyone is going to see that I own you” he breathed heavily to Swiss’s ear as he upped the pace. He began drilling into him, quicker, faster. Swiss lay on the ground, moaning and grinding himself again the ground below him so that his dripping cock also got relief.

“Please, can I?” swiss moaned...

“Can you what?… use your words” Dew breathed into his ear.

“Please, please can I touch myself” he moaned as Dew fucked into him.

“Urgh... Umm... Yes.” Dew moaned as he helped Swiss to his knees. Swiss immediately wrapped his hands around his own dripping dick, pumping himself harder and harder to match the pace of Dew who continued to fuck into him.

Dew moaned, feeling the fires in his stomach growing. He hunched himself over Swiss, taking another hard bite to his neck.

“Dew... Dew… can I?”

Dews breaths becoming hard, and heavy as the orgasm rushes to rift through him.

“Yes, baby. Yes... You can...” dew moaned out and he bucked into Swiss one last time. His body tipped into climax, filling Swiss. Moments later Swiss moaned as his reached his own orgasm, dews still semi hard inside him. He cried as he pumped himself to cum, letting it drip through his fingers onto the ground below them both, pooling.

Swiss stayed on all fours for a moment, while dew lay on his back trying to catch his breath. Both of them taking a moment to come down from the intensity of it.

“Fuck...” Swiss moaned...

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[carnivore-voyeur]

CW - Unmasked Ghoul Discussion Re: Use of Fandom Names vs. Nicknames & Maintaining Respect for Privacy

I’ve seen an uptick in people using the name “Sodo” in fanworks that are clearly based on the fictional Ghost / Ghouls universe. This is just a polite reminder that “Sodo” is Per Eriksson’s personal nickname that has nothing to do with Ghost. If we want to respect boundaries, it’s best to refer to the ghoul he plays with another name.

I know part of the problem is a result of Dewdrop and Sodo being conflated in fandom to the point that on AO3, content involving the fictional ghoul he plays has been labeled as Dewdrop | Sodo. That doesn’t mean that fans should use Sodo as a stand-in for Dewdrop, the fictional ghoul you are creating fanworks about.

I may use the term “Sodo Ghoul” in the tags whenever I’m referring to Per Eriksson performing as a Ghoul, but the fictional persona that was created by fans for the “character” he is playing on stage is “Dewdrop.” Of course, you can call that “character” something else if you like, but again… “Sodo” is not a fictional person. Sodo is Per Eriksson. Per Eriksson plays lead guitar for Ghost.

If you hear Papa Emeritus IV calling out “Sodo” on stage, it’s because he can technically call him that without revealing his identity as it’s a nickname. It’s not because “Sodo” is the name of the ghoul. I’m clearing this up, too, because there are people who comment on Ghost content with the belief that Sodo was a fan given name that they adopted for the Ghoul and/or they don’t know what Sodo means.

e.g.

As you can see by the dates, the misinformation regarding his nickname persists to this day.

There was a rumor started by fans that was never validated that Per Eriksson read a fanfic about his Ghoul persona and expressed that he hated the nickname “Dewdrop.” This is utter nonsense. First of all, please keep fanworks in fandom spaces. Don’t share them with the band. Second, Per Eriksson doesn’t spend much time on the internet let alone fandom spaces. So, that’s just bull.

If you don’t want to call the fan-named ghoul, Dewdrop. You can pick another name. It’s all fictional. There are no rules. Rules and boundaries come in when we’re dealing with real people. Per Eriksson has on more than one occasion talked about how uncomfortable he is with people finding out private information about him.

Here’s an excerpt of an interview you can find here discussing his feelings on privacy for context:

This was from 2012, so you can imagine how he feels about it now. You can probably understand why he doesn’t post often or only puts his content up for a limited amount of time. You can probably understand why he snapped at fans digging into his personal life a few years back, deleting everything he ever posted online. We’re not entitled to know everything about him.

Using his personal nickname for fictional content is blurring the lines between the fictional and Per Eriksson’s personal life. There are aspects of the “character” he plays on stage that can be inspired by him, but there are other things about him that are very personal or they’re unique to him. Maybe he cares. Maybe he doesn’t. I can’t speak for him, but I do think it’s important to draw a line.

I’m not trying to lecture or shame anyone specifically. I just want to remind everyone that Dewdrop is fictional, but Sodo is not. Dewdrop may be portrayed by Per Eriksson, but Sodo is Per Eriksson. Using his personal nickname for fanworks would be just the same as calling Swiss Ghoul, Jutty, which is Justin Taylor’s personal nickname. If that’s obviously crossing a line to you, then it shouldn’t be any different when it comes to using Sodo and Dewdrop interchangeably in fanworks.

[atmosghoul]

43, SWISS/DEW- PLZZZZ OMG I LOVE UR WORK!!!!

ANON THANK U SO MUCH YOU HAVE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD SWISSDEW IS MY LIIFFEEEE

This uh,,,,kinda got away from me soooo ENJOOYYYY

Minors go away this isnt for you

Dew has a problem. A great big beautiful, charismatic, problem called Swiss. What a stupid name. 

Ever since Swiss was summoned, he and the rambunctious fire ghoul have butted heads. Aether says that they're just too similar. Both assholes in their own right, both flirtatious to a fault and both very aware of their talents and their effect on those around them. All of the ghouls try to get them to play nice, breaking up arguments and sometimes even physical fights that the two get into. 

If you ask Mountain though, he’ll say they just need to fuck already. 

The sexual tension of Swiss and Dewdrop in a room together can be cut with a child’s toy butter knife. Dew knows it, Swiss knows it. But both are too stubborn to admit it to anyone, especially each other or themselves. And while it is a bit more of Dew having a problem with Swiss than the other way around, Swiss has too much fun lighting a fuse under the little firecracker and watching him explode.

“Firefly, I said I’m sorry, okay? ! didn't know those wings were yours. I thought they were fair game!,” Swiss says, for once genuinely apologetic for inadvertently stealing the fire ghoul's food from the fridge.

“Satanas, knock it OFF with that annoying nickname! No one else called me that until you showed up! Where did you ev- It doesn’t matter. DON’T steal my fucking food again.” Dew drop says stomping closer to Swiss hoping to intimidate the larger ghoul by crowding his space. 

Needless to say, it isn’t working. 

Swiss humours the smaller ghoul stalking towards him though and matches each of Dew’s steps forward with a step back, back, back, until he hits a wall and puts his hands up in mock surrender.

“Look, if it’s any consolation, those wings were so hot I think I started blowing smoke out of my nose like you do when you get angry.”

Dew stops and exhales, smoke pouring out his nose just as Swiss said as the tips of his ears turn an angry red

“Yeah! See? Just like that!” Swiss says pointing excitedly. Like a kid pointing out his favourite animal at the zoo. 

“It really did hurt so, in a way, I’ve kind of already paid penance for my crimes, if you think about it, firecracker,” Swiss says with a shit eating grin and a chuckle.

“Fucking hell, ANOTHER stupid nickname! Why do you INSIST on pissing me off every damn time I see you what the fuck did I ever do to you?” Dew is starting to shout now, exasperated.

Swiss puts on a clearly fake sympathetic look and places his hands on Dew’s shoulders and bends down slightly to get to eye level. “Aw, fire lily, you didn’t do anything! I guess I’m just a little addicted to getting you all riled up like this,” he says, punctuating his statement with a quick scrunch of his nose in the fire ghoul’s direction.

Dew freezes at that nickname. It hits too close to home. Bringing back memories of his past. Back when he was a water ghoul and Mountain would call him waterlily. 

Dew growls, throwing his arms up and shrugging Swiss’ hands off his shoulders before poking Swiss in the chest hard, encroaching even further into the multi ghoul's personal space.

“You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up,” Dew growls and Swiss can hear the anger in his voice is real and something in Swiss snaps. 

He grabs Dew by his arms and spins them around, pinning Dew to the wall with an arm across his chest and presses his hips into Dew to keep his full body pinned almost effortlessly. He watches Dew’s reaction and smirks at the blush that creeps up Dew’s neck and into his cheeks, the ashen skin becoming tinged with a reddish orange. Swiss’ gaze drops to Dew drops small mouth that’s now hanging open slightly.

“Aw little firecracker, you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you looks stupid,” 

And with that comment, it’s Dew’s turn to snap. He growls and dips his head down to spit sparks onto Swiss’ forearm and kicks him in the shin before delivering a punch to the multi ghoul’s gut. 

Swiss doubles over and Dew takes advantage of the situation. He grabs Swiss by the shoulders and pins him against the wall in the same way. 

Swiss outright laughs at the size difference between the two of them. It's not too drastic but it's enough to be comical. 

“Oh boy, little firecracker’s about to explode aren’t y-”

“SHUT UP” Dew all but screams in Swiss’ face. 

Something in Dew’s voice, probably the way it cracked slightly, and in his face makes Swiss pause and really take him in. Dew is properly angry. More angry than Swiss has ever seen him at least that he’s been the cause of. 

His face softens and he reaches a hand up to gently grip Dew’s arm. 

“Dewdrop, I-” “I SAID SHUT. UP.” 

Swiss obeys and gives the fire ghoul a moment.

After a beat Dew’s eyes leave Swiss’ face and looks up to the ceiling.

“What if I did?” Dew says after a few seconds.

Swiss tilts his head in confusion. “What if you did…what?”

“Wanted to…” Dew trails off and growls in frustration.

Realisation dawns on Swiss and he gently grabs Dewdrop's arm and removes it from his collar bone. 

“All you had to do was ask.”

He doesn't even give the fire ghoul time to think before his lips crash into Dew’s quickly. 

Dew freezes for a second before reciprocating and Swiss snakes a hand into Dew’s gorgeous long hair and gives a small tug to adjust the angle and deepen the kiss. Dew wraps his arms around Swiss’ neck and the larger ghoul reaches down to grip Dew’s thighs and hoist him up to wrap small legs around his own waist. He walks them to Dew’s room, kicking the door closed once inside and breaks the kiss depositing Dew on the bed. They stare at each other for a moment. 

“You sure you wanna do this? Word is you haven't yet since you were summoned. I’m not exactly gentle,” Dew says, not trying to get out of it, just a warning. 

“You’re right, I haven’t,” Swiss confirms as he sheds his clothes. “But I want this as much as you do, firelily.”

Dew bites at his lip in contemplation, staring unabashedly as Swiss’ unfairly attractive body. 

“Ok just, do me a favour and do NOT call me that.” Swiss nods at the request, receiving a nod from Dew in return.

“Good. Now get back here,” Dew says as he shucks off his shirt and trousers before reaching for Swiss, beckoning him onto the bed.

Their lips meet again, gentler this time but just as heated. Dew snakes a hand down between them to palm Swiss through his boxers earning a whimper from the multi ghoul above him. Dew smirks into the kiss. 

“Didn't peg you for a whimpering kinda guy,” Dew chuckles, teasingly.

Swiss props himself up on his hands and knees and moves to kiss down Dew’s neck and torso. “Oh baby the pegging comes later,” He says trailing kisses and bites down the small torso underneath him. “Right now I want that cute cock in my mouth,”

Dew shudders at Swiss’ words, his mouth going a bit dry.  

“Y-you don’t want it the other way round? It is your first time after all,” Dew says shakily as Swiss pulls the fire ghoul's cock out of his underwear and begins long and slow strokes.

“Oh I'll have that pretty mouth of yours too. But I want to taste you first,” 

And before Dew can protest, Swiss' mouth is on him. Taking him all the way to the hilt on the first go. 

Dew makes a sound as if he’d gotten a swift punch to the gut, letting out a shaky groan as his hand flies to Swiss’ hair and grips tight. Gently guiding his head up and down to feel every bit of that talented tongue along his cock. Swiss moans around Dew's cock and it feels so good, almost too good.

Dew mumbles something in ghoulish, almost coming out as a whimper. 

“Wait wait wait,” Dew says, pulling Swiss off his leaking cock before he loses himself.

 “Are you sure this is your first time?” He asks incredulously. 

Swiss wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks, his tongue lolling out to lick at his lips. It makes Dew’s cock twitch yearning for that tongue again.

“First time topside, first time with these…human-ish bodies, yeah,” Swiss chuckles.

They hold each other's gaze for a moment, both panting heavily. Dew takes in Swiss’ appearance, mouth and chin already shining with spit, his eyes heavily lidded with lust. Dewdrop nods quickly.

“More,” He breathes out as he grips Swiss’ hair again and pushes him back down to his cock.

Swiss runs his tongue up from the base of Dew’s cock up to the tip earning a loud moan, before taking him in again and bobbing up and down. He thinks he must be doing something right because suddenly Dew has both hands on Swiss' horns and starts thrusting into his mouth letting out whimpering pained noises to match Swiss' own moans that only add to Dew's pleasure.

Suddenly Dew swears under his breath and stops, holding  Swiss’ head still and pulls out of his mouth.

“Sorry, got carried aw-”

“No keep going,” Swiss says, his voice gravely in a way that makes Dew's cock twitch.

Dew hesitates, not really wanting to ruin Swiss’ first time sucking cock by damaging his throat. Copia and Imperator would never let him hear the end of it. But the decision is made for him when Swiss uses one hand to start slowly stroking Dew’s cock again, using the other to grab his hands one by one placing them on his head and moving to hold his mouth open over the head of Dew’s cock sticking his tongue out to flick over the head teasingly. 

And how could he say no? He tightens his grip in Swiss’ hair and starts fucking his mouth at an easy pace, relishing in the feel of Swiss’ mouth hot and wet on his already leaking cock. He speeds up, unable to resist chasing his bliss in the multi ghoul’s mouth, gasping for air between every whimper and moan Swiss rings out of him. Dew feels like he might explode. Maybe firecracker is an apt nickname for him after all. 

He won’t last much longer and Swiss seems to get the hint when Dew slows down and pulls out reluctantly. 

Swiss shakes his head, “Nuh-uh. Give it to me. I want it,” he says, hands moving under Dew's legs to grip his small thighs. He doesn't even care how desperate he sounds, all he can think about is Dewdrop's perfect cock and how his cum will taste on his tongue.

Dew is panting, staring at Swiss like he’s the most beautiful creature on earth or in hell and just nods. 

Swiss gets his mouth back on Dew in a flash bobbing up and down, Dew’s hands fly to grab onto Swiss’ horns, using them as leverage to pull him down onto his cock over and over again until he feels his release getting closer and closer. He tries to warn Swiss, not wanting to catch him off guard on his first time but the sensation is too good, too much. His words fail him and all that comes out is desperate whimpers, gasps and moans.

“Please, please, please,” is all Dew can get out before his orgasm crashes through him in waves. He thrusts all the way into Swiss’ mouth and holds him there with a hand firmly on the back of Swiss’ head. Dew feels the back of the multi ghoul’s throat hit the head of his cock, and Swiss swallows. A sensation that causes another orgasm to crash through him before the first one has even subsided. Dew’s hips grind into Swiss' mouth once, twice more before he lets him up for air and the debauched look on the ghoul’s face is to die for. 

Swiss sits up on his knees and they both catch their breath for a moment before Dew lets out a low shaky groan throwing his arm over his face. “Satanas…again, you're sure this was your first time?” he asks again.

Swiss nods with a chuckle and crawls up the bed to lay next to Dew.

“I’m just naturally that good I guess,” he says with a smirk and a shrug. Dew rolls his eyes. 

“Shut up and kiss me,” 

Swiss obliges and Dew tastes his own release on Swiss’ tongue making his head spin a little. 

The rest of the ghouls and ghoulettes notice Swiss and Dew fighting a lot less often and even if they don't know for sure what happened to get them to get along, they’re happy that they've learned to coexist.

Mountain knows though. He smelled it on them the very next day. That was none of his business though.