#soft dewdrop my beloved

[coffeeghoulie]

for the kiss ask, 7 with dewphantom? :333

I do call them Aeon in this, I hope that's alright!

Prompt from this list

#7: to shut them up

"Dew?"

Dew blinks awake, back pressed against the wall of his bunk. The bus is swaying gently, and he can feel the vibrations of the engine even back here, in the darkness behind his privacy curtain. His sleep was restless anyways. The bunk has been too empty, too cold, even though the fire in his chest hasn't burned any lower.

"Voidling?" he mumbles. He paws the curtain open, revealing Aeon, blanket in hand, worrying at the skin around their claws, hands held up by their chest. They startle, even though they had called for him.

"Did I wake you?" they whisper, tail lashing behind them, the spade scraping against the rough carpet lining the aisle floor.

Dew shrugs, patting the space beside him. "You want in?"

They don't answer, crawling into Dew's bunk, dragging their blanket in with them. Dew's hit with the ozone scent of barely in-control quintessence, the tartness of blackberries underneath, and he's quick to reach out, hand just above their bicep.

"How'd you feel about touch, voidling?"

They nod, and Dew doesn't hesitate, pulling the younger ghoul into his arms, his narrow chest pressed against their back. "So," he hums, nosing at the soft black hair at the base of their skull. "Can't sleep?"

"Brain won't shut up," Aeon whispers, clutching the soft, violet fabric to their face, muffling their words.

Dew hums, a rusty purr kicking up in his chest. This has never been his strong suit, but Belial, Aeon came to him, and he'd be damned back to the Pit before he didn't at least try to help them. "You want to talk about it?"

Aeon tenses in his arms, and Dew purrs a little louder, hand rubbing up and down their bicep. "It's okay if you don't wa-"

"Do you think any of them really like me?" Aeon blurts out, turning in Dew's arms so they're facing him. Dew tenses, brow furrowing as he pulls them closer, chest to chest.

"What do you mean, voidling?" An icy feeling fills Dew's chest as Aeon begins to ramble.

"I don't think any of the fans like me, I keep making mistakes and I can feel Papa looking at me and I'm here instead of him and I'm not doing a good enough job taking his pl-"

He's had enough. He takes their face in his hands, spindly fingers, weaving into their hair as he kisses them softly.

"Voidling, sweet thing, listen to me, okay?"

Aeon nods, their violet eye crossed as they look at him, practically nose to nose. They're shaking, and Dew wishes he were better at this. But they came to him.

"They love you, voidling," he says, leaning closer to kiss between their eyes. "I promise you. You're doing just fine. And we all make mistakes, and we've been doing this a lot longer than you have."

"Thanks, Dew," they whisper, leaning into his hands.

"I know I've shown you that one time Swiss ate shit during Year Zero and fucked up his back," Dew says, scrabbling for his phone. "I don't think anyone's showed you this yet, voidling, but I fucked up Ritual one time so bad, I mimed shooting myself on stage, I was so embarrassed."

They laugh, a little chuckle, and Dew can feel it from where they're pressed together. He pulls back just a little to search for the clip. Dew feels Aeon relaxing against him, and counts it as a win.

[iamthecomet]

Mountain likes to bake cookies and one day he made his weed cookies too strong. Dew ate like 5 and was so high he asked cumulus and cirri to catch the clouds for him and put them in a jar

Oh my god but WHAT IF THEY COULD THOUGH? Like Dew laying on his back in the grass on a warm spring day with Cirrus and Cumulus, watching clouds. They're all stoned. Mountain's cookies are legendary. And Dew's pointing at clouds, mumbling about what he sees in them when he suddenly turns to Cirrus, eyes wide and stupid. "Can you catch them?" And I mean--maybe they can't really pull clouds of the sky--but they can recreate them. Cirrus is off to find a jar (she just ducks into Mountain's garden shed--he deserves a little theft after what he's done to them) and comes back with a big mason jar. Meanwhile Cumulus is sculpting a cloud between her hands, pushing and pulling at it to get the shape right. Dew tries to help--it looks like cotton candy so it should be tangible, but his fingers just go right through it. Earning a laugh from Lus--air magic--she reminds him. She lets the cloud float into the jar once it's done. And the three of them spend the rest of the afternoon making a little sky of their own inside this jar. Dew supervising their cloud creation to make sure they get it just right. After, that jar lives on his shelf of things in his room, cloud eternally floating around in their makeshift sky.

[ratsummer]

Heehee these tags from @lilypadlys are so correct and I am v inspired

Softest fur is definitely a title held by quint ghouls. They're fuzzy and delightful, and I think Aether and Omega are very well-groomed ghouls and also a bit competitive over having the softest fur. Their tummies and inner thighs are exquisitely soft, which is just as fun for everyone as you think c: Phantom would be a much softer ghoul if he weren't an agent of chaos - when he bathes himself it's just bare minimum, as fast as possible, MAYBE got soap everywhere it should go. Cirrus tells him he has to wash up every day so he does because he respects her but he absolutely would rather be doing anything else... unless someone else is washing him, in which case he is the goodest most patient boy. Cumulus and Rain are singlehandedly responsible for any softness and shine to Phantom's neglected coat c:

Softest feathers FOR SURE goes to Cumulus you're so right ghestie, and it is largely in part due to her routine... but in my heart, the tiny little feathers down the back of her neck and between her shoulders are the softest of all not because she's caring for them, but because Cirrus and Mountain love and obsessively stroke and preen them c: Also, Cumulus is a social groomer through and through - there's a ghoul in front of her, she's brushing, braiding, preening, combing... It's soothing for her, and she likes to make her packmates look and feel their best!!

Softest skin is Dewdrop 100% and Rain is going to die mad about it because that creep doesn't do shit to take care of his stupid perfect beautiful skin what the actual FUCK Dewdrop if I find out you've been stealing my-

Ok team who do we think has the softest fur/feathers/skin out of all the ghouls?

[kajibunny]

Hiii! I saw that ur requests are open so may I request an Umemiya x f!reader where Umemiya saves her from a gang that tried to invade the town, maybe she has a few cuts and bruises cause the gang already yk hit her and stuff then when Ume saved her he removed his uniform coat thing and puts it around her and carried her princess style to a safe area (maybe his house or her house or anywhere safe is fine)

Sorry if this is too specific… I’ve been so hooked to Wind Breaker that I read the manga too… and if you can’t tell my fave character is Umemiya🥹🥰 he’s just a sweetheart too😭

₊˚ʚ 🌱 his little one (hajime umemiya x reader)✧ﾟ🌿

✿ contains: fluff, comfort, soft and loving ume having the biggest crush on you, angry feral ume when see saw you got hurt - this man can do both lol ✿ a/n: aaaa umemiya is such a sweetie! i totally get why you love him, and the way he'd show you his love for you would be through protecting you with his life! i put my own little twist on it~ hope that's fine with you, cutie (๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝* have fun reading, thank you for this lovely request! ✿ wc: 850

you were hajime umemiya's beloved little plant shop darling, his favorite part of the town. he frequented your store whenever he needed new and fresh seeds, a chat and exchange of plant care tips here and there, and of course because he wanted to see you. 

umemiya fell in love with you at first sight, and he'd been courting you for a while now. how could he not, you were just the kindest and sweetest little dewdrop that ever existed. he swore he would do anything and everything in his power to keep you safe. 

"little one, look what i brought! i hope you're not allergic to flowe-" he pauses in his tracks, horrified to see your beloved plant store messy and ruined, plants and soil strewn everywhere, with scattered broken pieces of glass.

umemiya was fuming with anger. his smile quickly disappeared as he hurriedly went to find you. 

there you were, sitting helplessly on the ground, sobbing. it shattered his heart into a million pieces to see you this way. "what happened?" speaking to you in a soft voice, he caressed your cheek with his fingers, wiping away the strewn tears on your face with his thumb. "who did this to you, little one?" he inspected the cuts and bruises from your arm when you tried to defend yourself and your plants from being destroyed, but to no avail. 

the culprit was a street gang, one that attempted to cause war with furin. they heard from their sources that you were umemiya's special little seedling, one of the most important people in the world to him, and so they infiltrated the town to mess with him, messing with you being a part of their nasty plan.

little did they know, that was the biggest mistake of their lives. 

umemiya had his speculations and saw some men running away, looking like they were attempting escape. he sprinted towards them in lightning speed, his feral instinct to protect you overtaking him, repeatedly hitting and stepping on the guys, bashing their skulls in with his knee. 

"do you have any idea how much care and effort she puts into taking care of her shop and her plants?! you destroyed her dream." umemiya showed no signs of stopping, fists clashing against the guy's face. "what are you going to do about it now, huh? you made her cry, her beautiful smile is gone!" umemiya had never lost his composure like this. the thought of you getting hurt ruined him. he couldn't bear it. 

luckily, hiragi and his team came running to umemiya, stopping him from possibly killing the gang members, and told him they'll take it from there, and that he should go check on you. 

umemiya rushes back to your store and cradles you in his arms, comforting you and telling you that everything was going to be okay. you sobbed as he held you, umemiya taking off his furin coat and putting it around your shoulders. "i'm sorry, little one. i'm sorry that i couldn't protect what's important to you...but i'm glad i could at least protect what's important to me." he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

"ume...did you get hurt anywhere?" you looked up at him with puppy eyes, it worried you to see that his knuckles were all scratched up from defending your honor. 

"no worries! i'm fine, but you must be so scared, little one. there, there." he smoothens your hair with his hand and embraces you. "i'll come everyday and help you revive the shop, okay? i'm here now. i won't let anything bad happen to you anymore." he says to you. 

"come now, let's get your wounds treated." umemiya scoops you up in his arms, as if you were as light as a feather. "speaking of treat...how about i also treat you to the world's most delicious omurice? maybe it'll put back that smile on your face." you nodded in agreement, umemiya carrying you all the way to pothos elicited some giggles and whistles from onlookers around the town who thought that you two were the cutest. umemiya was definitely not afraid to show everyone his affection for you, and your eyes were only on him too, your knight in shining armor.

and that's how you and umemiya found love amidst the chaos.   

ꕤ bonus ꕤ

"oh, by the way, they're a little squished but, here!" he hands you the forgotten flowers, as you let out a giggle. he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, thinking to himself for the millionth time how beautiful your smile is. "i hope you like it, little one!"

"ume, i've been meaning to ask...why do you call me 'little one'?" you inquired, placing the flowers on your lap gently, while you took a spoonful of omurice that you shared with umemiya at the pothos café, you two looking like little lovebirds only sharing one plate of food. 

"hmm, because you're so little compared to me, and you're my one and only." he smiled happily as your cheeks slowly turned as red as his tomato plant.

© kajibunny 2024 / all rights reserved

[philistiniphagottini]

When I tell you I'm frothing at the mouth. I adore your writing so much, you are so damn talented I am feral

If I may (and feel free to ignore me if the inspo doesn't hit) can I request possessive Sephiroth pussy slapping his beloved and fucking them stupid and cock drunk 👉👈

- (just gonna slap a snake here if that's okay)🐍

Hi Anon! Thank you for the kind words, I really appreciate that you like my writing so much. The inspiration did hit and I did my best with the prompts you gave me, I hope you enjoy~

cw. smut, penetrative sex, pussy slapping, creampie, squirting, female reader, MDNI

A warm purr stirred in Sephiroth’s chest, his voice dripping from his parted lips like cloyingly sweet honey. The sound made you squirm beneath him, breath catching in your throat as a pleasant tingle rippled down your spine and pooled into the pit of your stomach. Your kiss swollen lips parted as you took a shuddering breath, struggling to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to form a coherent sentence. 

"Sephi-"

Your words were cut off by a loud shriek and a wet, resounding slap that cut through the stuffy air of your bedroom. A loud whine tore from your bruised lips, soused lashes fluttering over your burning cheeks as your lover landed a swift strike on your wet and pulsing cunt. Your dripping pussy fluttered around his dizzyingly thick girth, swallowing filthily around his swollen cock as beads of arousal dripped down your quaking thighs. Another warm sound stirred in Sephiroth’s throat as he bumped his hips into yours, your creamy folds parting around the prod of his cock as your plush insides turned to mush around the shape of him. The tips of your ears burned red hot as you sputtered, incoherent babbles laying heavy on your tongue as he lazily swatted your pussy again, the palm of his hand landing a direct hit on the sensitive, slick pearl of your clit. 

"Hmm, did you say something?" Sephiroth asked, his voice barely above a husky whisper.

You shook your head, knotting your fingers into the sweat soaked sheets beneath you as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. You stuffed your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling the pathetic whimper that tried to crawl out of the back of your throat as you swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue. You idly chewed on the peeling skin clinging to the corners of your mouth as Sephiroth’s long fingers played with the silky folds of your pussy, spreading the puffy lips apart as your arousal webbed between his digits like the soft dewdrops at dawn. A ghost of a smile tilted his lips as you struggled beneath him, pleasantly helpless to the onslaught of bliss that was wrought upon your sumptuous body. Your soft tits bounced with every breath you took, the pink tips of your nipples pebbling with arousal as you canted your hips forward, determined to meet each slow thrust that threatened to tear your body asunder. Wisps of silver hair curled around your stomach as Sephiroth leaned forward, nudging his cock a little deeper into the tight hug of your pussy and carving a path that made stars swirl in your vision. 

Your nails raked across the bed sheets, threatening to tear holes in the fabric as long locks of silver spilled over your shoulders like the soft cascade of a waterfall. You could feel Sephiroth moving intimately beneath your skin, a soft bump forming in your belly as the hot knot inside of you twisted unbearably tight. You inhaled sharply, body trembling and back arching as Sephiroth’s fingers curled around your chin, tipping your head in his direction until you could feel his warm breath puffing against your searing skin. You stared in his ethereal gaze with dazed eyes, your head stuffed full with cotton and heart thundering in your ears as his lips drew so tantalisingly close that you could almost taste him in the back of throat with each wavering breath of his scent that curled in your lungs. He swiped his thumb over your trembling bottom lip, forcing you to release it from the pinch of your teeth as drool started to drip from your mouth. 

"Louder, little dove" Sephiroth said. "I wish to hear you. Let me know who you belong to."

He raised his hand and landed another lazy slap to your sopping pussy. You whined loudly as the palm of his hand made contact with the tightly packed bundle of nerves sitting pretty at the top of your pussy, the bud flushing to life as your swollen cunt clenched around him. He held your head firm when it tried to roll back, fingers squished into your round cheeks as hot pants stemmed from your lips and you continued to whine from his tortuous touch. The pace of his hips only increased a fraction, still slow enough to make your insides burn and make your toes flex and curl hard into the soles of your feet. Your eyelids grew heavy as you struggled to stay focused, mind melting out of your ears as you felt the head of his fat cock kissing your cervix with every firm push of his hips. Another whine fell from your spit-soaked lips and Sephiroth slapped your pussy harder, your clit tingling with numbness as you grew closer and closer to the edge. 

You moaned his name with a heady slur and you felt so drunk on his cock you could swear you were feeling of sense of sentience start to leave you as he kept your eyes locked in a trance. You couldn’t look away no matter how hard you try as he intimately ripped you apart at the seams, otherworldly eyes threatening to devour you whole as they burned like the coals of a furnace. The soft insides of your thighs were sticky with beads of arousal as they slipped down your legs, your pussy pulsing as your voice stung in your throat. 

"That’s it, that’s my good girl" Sephiroth crooned, the edges of his voice laced with just a hint of condescension at the poor helpless creature that was making a mess under him. 

Your feet dug into the beautiful dip of his back as he rutted his hips, your body trembling along with the violent shake of the bed frame as you teetered just on the edge. Your blood was boiling in your veins as Sephiroth landed one last harsh slap on your puffy pussy, fireworks sparking in your stomach as your world exploded around you. The hot coil in your stomach shattered, bursting forth into white hot euphoria that flooded your veins with relief. Your plush walls squeezed around Sephiroth's cock so tight it felt like you were trying to strangle him, slippery walls struggling as your slick juices squirt from your core. He groaned as thin threads of translucent fluid dripped down his abdomen and strong thighs, hips stuttering as he buried the head of his cock against the opening of your womb. Your clit kicked weakly against the heel of his warm palm, your orgasm still sinking its sharp teeth in you as he began to unravel. Thick ropes of white painted your insides, his viscous seed filling your soft belly with each pump of his hips, cock pulsing and twitching as your greedy pussy continued to squeeze around him until you were stuffed with his creamy load.

"Good girl" Sephiroth praised once more, trailing butterfly kisses along your jaw as he lazily bumped his hips into yours.

You sighed in content beneath him as his cock continued to gently bully your soft spot, hands tangling in his soft locks of hair as he caught your lips in a searing kiss. He swallowed your hungry cries as he pried open the seam of your lips, sucking on your tongue and lapping at your saliva as pearls of his orgasm slipped down your thighs in thick rivulets. The tips of his fingers tingled as they toyed with your messy cunt, prodding at the spot where your bodies were joined in fervid rapture as his cock continued to twitch inside your soused walls. The way you squirmed beneath him indicated your desire for more, his lips twitching into a smile as you nibbled on the bruised skin of his lips.

"Hmm, still flowing like a river" he said between sloppy, unrefined kisses. "Does my pretty girl still want more of my cock? How greedy."

[skele-bunny]

Water Dew my beloved....

I personally interpret him as an accidental summon after Delta. Papa Terzo simply forgot to close the portal fast enough and it pulled something out. This small, hissing ghoul that just like Delta couldn't move their legs and just kept shrieking before Alpha came into view and calmed them down.

Pretty, long black hair that seemed blue that matched with equally black horns. Oceanic eyes with the soft blue, and gloss like bubbles, scales underneath their eyes with bioluminescence freckles and streaks. Just the prettiest thing Alpha's ever laid eyes on.

Come to learn his name is Dewdrop, just this quiet water ghoul that peeks around corners and waits his turn to speak. He's kept around as an extra should anything happen to Delta, so they get to see his true personality when he gets to practice with them. All smiles, bouncing, and happily moving in time with them.

Hidden behind the curtain and assigned miscellaneous chores while he waits; Tailoring is his main. If you look at a lot of Era 3's pictures, those uniforms are WACKED man... Barely fits, too big, too wide, too tight, etc. Dew doesn't have a lot of material or equipment but he does a damn good job. He's wearing one of Pebble's only spare uniforms so if he needs it, he'll wear Delta's next while fixing the original issue.

While they do soundchecks he'll clean up the bus, or get the care station ready with waters, basically anything stagehands/techs or Papa asks him to do. He doesn't mind it, really! Enjoys being in his own world while listening to his mates play.

Although quiet, still viscous. He just let himself get comfortable as the pits have always been him fighting, he doesn't see why he needs to fight now. Has absolutely helped rid of "problems" while touring, because after all, who expects the small and quiet one? He's more talkative and interactive on the road rather than the abbey, and keeps getting nicknames as their good luck charm.

The ONE time Dew got sick and couldn't be backstage for them, it seemed like everything went to shit. Delta twisted his ankle, their equipment got wet, the bass kick ended up with a hole in it, even Papa's mic cutting out more than twice. Just so... Much.

Silently had a "comforter" role. The one to intervene arguments, calming the aggressor down. Curled up against sides, sitting on laps, whispering how amazing they did if they feel they didn't do enough. Being the one to give affection and just make everything better.

Loved singing for them when asked. Delta had the same trance and effect, but even he preferred Dew. It was usually after a restless night he'd be tucked away in his bunk with the curtain open. Just slowly caressing over his own tail as he eases nerves with his voice, eventually giving them sleep they couldn't find before.

Something something Dew who has such a big personality change. But still the quiet angelfish he's always been

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Can I request "Please tell me you have a plan" in Hic Sunt Dracones verse pretty please ? <3

You certainly can! This is something I've been wanting to write for a while: a little bonus scene from Eddie’s pov, some time before the spring festival.

Come what may

Rated: T

Words: 998

Tags: Fantasy AU; Dragon Eddie; Prince Steve; Platonic Stobin; Hurt/Comfort; Mates; Soul Bond; That dragon is down bad

Notes: Bonus scene to Hic sunt dracones

Fate has a funny sense of humor.

You spend your entire life thinking that you don’t care for small things. Delicate things like dewdrops glistening in the morning light. Pretty things like smooth skin and chestnut hair, glowing gold in the sun. Soft things like the silky touch of flower petals. And then, one day, your world comes crashing down in a cloud of splintered wood and shattered stone and blood and pain, so much fucking pain- … only to reshape itself into something new, with the prettiest, softest, most delicate creature you’ve ever laid eyes on at its centre.

He never thought such a thing was possible. Then again, he only ever heard vague stories about what it felt like, finding your mate.

“Sweetheart? Everything alright?”

He never thought of himself as sweet, but here he is. He would be anything for this boy.

“There you are,” his beloved smiles when he turns his attention back on him, and pats the fresh bandage at the base of his tail with gentle hands - always so gentle. “Had me worried for a moment there. Thought I'd hurt you.”

“As if you'd ever hurt me, my love,” he wants to say, but all that'll leave his throat is a low, amused rumble. He goes for nudging his snout into his little mate's chest instead, and the boy yelps and nearly topples over.

He has never missed his other form before, content to stay this way for days and weeks on end, but now he finds himself longing for hands to return the boy’s touch, for lips to shower him in kisses, to press sweet words and playful bites into that soft skin.

“Hey, careful, you big brute,” his beloved scolds, but his smile is bright and happy, his voice brimming with pride. “You're getting stronger every day.”

“Uh-huh. Fantastic,” says another voice, and they both whip around. Oh yes, that's right, his prince brought his little friend today. She's perched on a rock a little way off and watching them with an unhappy quirk to her mouth. “What are you gonna do once he's back to full health? Have you thought of that at all?”

That smile dims. He bares his fangs at the girl and snarls, but his prince puts a hand to his snout and he quietens reluctantly. The girl sighs.

“Listen, you know I'm on your side, but you can't hide a fully grown dragon forever. Just- … Please tell me you have a plan?”

His mate sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Steve?”

“Not much to plan, is there?” The words come out clipped, all fake resolution. “He recovers, and then he leaves.”

The girl takes one look at his mate's face and her expression softens. “Listen, dingus, I know you two have gotten … attached. I wish there was another way-”

“-but there isn't,” his prince interrupts, suddenly intensely focused on searching for something in his bag of medical supplies. “I know that, you don't have to remind me. Now, don't you have somewhere else to be?”

She doesn't look insulted at being dismissed like that. In fact, the only thing swimming in her eyes as she stands is sympathy.

“Take care,” she mutters, patting his mate's shoulder. He doesn’t look up. “You too, big guy.”

He waits until her footsteps die down, and then he nudges his mate's shoulder with his tail, whining softly under his breath.

You don't seriously think I'd ever leave you, do you, my little love?

His prince finally drops the bag, sitting down in the grass and curling up against his side, soft and small and warm.

“Yeah, I'm alright. Don't worry about me.”

He grumbles in annoyance, once again wishing for a set of human lips. His little mate still misunderstands him, sometimes. He has no doubt that this will change in time, once their bond grows stronger. Here and now, though, there's no comforting words he can offer, and the thought fills him with helpless rage.

There's a patch of wildflowers growing just next to their spot, bright and colorful and pretty. Following a sudden impulse, he snaps them off with his teeth. He needs to be careful with them, because they're so tiny and delicate, but he's starting to learn more and more about delicate things.

“I'm pathetic, huh?” his prince mutters, pressing his face into his side, fingers absentmindedly tracing the pattern of scales there. “I mean, I know you can't stay forever, it's just … I wish you could. It's stupid, I- ugh, what are you doing?”

His little love yelps as he drops the flowers on his head, reflexively trying to brush them off. Then, he realizes what they are and pauses. His pretty eyes are large as he looks up.

“Sweetheart? Are those for me?”

He rumbles his confirmation, basking in the picture that is his mate. Flowers in his lap, on his shoulders, in his hair. They suit him so well. He's going to crown him in flowers one day, whole wreaths of them so he'll never need to wear the ugly, heavy things made of metal and gemstones that humans insist on putting on their kings.

His prince smiles, warm and bright like the rising sun, and he purrs in reply, leaning their foreheads together. He cannot convey his love in words yet, but he can show it with touch. He cannot return those caresses and kisses yet, but he will. He'll return them a thousandfold, once he's strong enough to shift again, and he won't ever stop, for as long as they both live. He belongs to this boy, just like this boy is his. His beloved may not fully understand it yet, but he does. Their very souls started to entwine on the day they met - a bond that will only grow stronger for as long as they both live.

They won't ever part, come what may.

And when they leave this place, it will be together.

More celebration ficlets

[gravehags]

waiting for you only

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: women being gay, strap ons, titty sucking, ghoul tenderness as always, cumulus being a soft dom, squirting

Words: 3,020

Summary: You hadn't been with a ghoulette yet. Cumulus is intent on setting a standard.

a/n: part 4 in the ghoul bicycle series, this might be my horniest one yet. not because i myself an extremely into cumulus in a very gay way or anything. not like i'm thinking about her all the time. not like i'd enjoy doing filthy and romantic things with her. definitely not that.

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True to their word, after the night in the library with Dew the rest of the ghouls started coming around again.

Oh, did they start coming around. They were all over you - doting on you with little trinkets, or snacks, or words of praise. Swiss and Dewdrop both acted annoyingly smug every time you were all together, casting each other knowing glances and leering at you. The group began to invade your spaces, including the common room on your floor, effectively edging out your fellow siblings who had wanted to spend time in the room but didn’t want to deal with territorial ghouls. They respected the boundaries of your quarters - for now - but any public space in the abbey was free real estate to them, so long as you were in it.

Currently you are occupying one of the many kitchens, puttering around in the industrial size fridge for something good to eat. Swiss is sitting on the counter next to towering Mountain, who is nursing a cup of chamomile in his hands. Dew and Rain are arguing about something on the opposite side of the room, both of them animated. Sweet Aether is dutifully washing plates at the sink, smiling to himself about something. The two new ghouls - Phantom and Aurora, you think? - are nowhere to be found. Strange, but not surprising as they’re still finding their place in the group. The ghoulettes are gathered around a table in the corner, quietly chatting amongst themselves. You have your hand on a bag of shredded cheese - your last bleak attempt at finding something to snack on - when you feel a tell-tale tickling on the back of your neck that lets you know you’re being watched. Leaning back a little, you glance over your shoulder and your heart skips a beat. While Cirrus and Sunshine are deep in discussion on their side of the table, Cumulus is otherwise occupied.

With you.

Her eyes are piercing and when you turn to face her she is unsubtle about the way her gaze sweeps over you, lingering. Your cheeks flush and she continues to boldly and silently observe you, her finger tracing shapes on the table in front of her. When you meet her eyes, her lips curl into an odd half-smile, exposing the sharpness of her canines. You shiver and she gives you an emphatic wink that makes your knees buckle a little.

And then she goes back to their conversation as if nothing happened.

You’re so very warm as you make your hushed excuses and depart the kitchen, leaving behind a pack of confused ghouls. During your hasty exit, you don’t notice Cumulus’ eyes following you out.

–

A week passes after that incident and to your dismay, nothing has progressed. Cumulus is perfectly pleasant to you as if she never eye-fucked you in the kitchen at all. You are about to write it off as a figment of your overactive imagination when you open the door to your quarters and see a little note on the floor. It’s rectangular and pink, and when you pick it up you’re hit with the intoxicating smell of vanilla and amber.

Cumulus.

You turn the note over and are met with a short note in loopy cursive.

Come to me tonight, beloved. First door on the left.

Yours,

C

You exhale shakily before dropping your bag unceremoniously onto the floor. So you weren’t imagining things, thank Satanas. Rushing to the bathroom, you regard your reflection. Your hair is a mess after a long day, makeup smudged, eyes tired. Shit. Hastily, you wash your face and remove your crusty makeup before tending to your locks. With a deep breath you look at yourself in the mirror. Would she like the way you look? Should you put makeup back on? Should you do something with your hair? After chewing on your bottom lip for a moment you smack your fists against the edge of the sink.

“Fuck it,” you say definitively before shutting off the bathroom light and walking out.

Adjusting your habit, you clear your throat and take a deep breath. She didn’t say what time she wanted you there exactly but…you look at the clock next to your bed. 7:30. Hmm. Would you seem too eager? Well…you are eager but Cumulus doesn’t need to know how much. Throwing yourself down into a chair you bring your hand to your chin. Jiggling your foot you waited. And waited. You look over at the clock.

7:32

Letting out a noise of annoyance you fling yourself back out of the chair and head towards the door.

So what if you’re eager.

The walk to the ghoul den is quiet, and you see no one on your journey. When you reach Cumulus’ door you take a deep, shuddering breath before knocking.

“Come in,” her sweet voice says, muffled by the wood. So you do.

What you see when you enter makes your jaw drop.

Cumulus is there alright, nude and lounging on the soft white duvet on her bed. She’s reclined to face you, giving you a view of her full breasts and the divine curves of her body as her tail waves gently behind her. You’re staring but you can’t bring yourself to do anything but - you’ve never seen anything this beautiful in your whole damn life. Smiling, she curls a finger towards you to beckon and you stumble slightly in your haste to oblige her. You stand next to the bed, looking by all accounts like a fucking gaping idiot, and she props herself up.

“Hi,” you finally squeak out, to which she lets out a throaty laugh.

“Hey you,” she purrs, “join me?”

You slip your shoes off and delicately place yourself on the bed next to her, eyes fixed on the keyboard against the opposite wall. It somehow seems better than openly staring at her. When she places her hand on your arm to urge you to lay down, you practically jump out of your skin.

“So nervous,” Cumulus hums as you recline next to her, “am I making you nervous, sweetheart?”

You laugh. Nervously.

“Not you, I just…uh. You’re literally the prettiest thing I have ever seen.” The confession blurts out of you and you feel stupid, but you see her cheeks turn a pleasant pink as she strokes your arm.

“Funny,” she says, tracing patterns into your bicep, “I thought the same thing when I saw you.”

You get that tell-tale swooping sensation in your belly you’ve come to associate with delicious anticipation. When she reaches up to run her claws through your hair, you sigh and she nuzzles into your side, lips to your ear.

“Wanted you forever,” she murmurs, sliding her hand across your belly, “we all have but. There was always something about you.”

You turn your head to face her.

“Yeah?” you whisper, lips painfully close to hers. “I’ve never um. Never been wanted before. This is all kinda new to me.”

She hums thoughtfully as she begins to unbutton your habit with one hand. When she exposes your chest you sigh as she trails her fingers along the skin there.

“Their loss,” she says simply, sitting up. “Let’s get this out of the way, shall we?”

You’re maneuvering your arms and ass out of your habit as best you can when she throws her leg over you and straddles your hips. You’ve got the top half off and the rest sits bunched at your waist. Gesturing for you to sit up, you acquiesce, so that she can reach behind you with one hand and deftly unhook your bra. The offending garment gets tossed behind her onto the floor and suddenly you’re exposed to her gaze. When she begins to make little rotations with her hips against your core you gasp. She slides a hand along your cheek to cup it and you lean into her touch.

“Beautiful girl,” she murmurs, stroking a claw along your jawline before taking your chin in between pinched fingers. Something in her eyes shifts, darkens, and she leans in to brush her lips against yours.

“You’re mine now,” she breathes before running her tongue along your lower lip and plunging it into your open mouth. Her kisses are lush, generous, but not without a hint of possessiveness that makes your cunt clench. You’ve got your fingers buried in her blonde curls, cradling her head as she moves against you, bare breasts pressed to yours. You gasp into her mouth at the sensation of your nipples brushing against hers and she giggles before pulling back to nip at your jaw. Her lips trail wetly along your clavicle as she makes pleased little noises in the back of her throat that soaks your underwear. When her breath ghosts along your hardened nipple you arch your back and fist her hair.

“So needy,” she murmurs, lips barely brushing the peak which in turn makes you moan. When she latches her lips onto it and sucks, your hips buck against her. She lavishes you with attention, little nips and licks, all while toying with your other nipple in her clawed hand. You whine as she pulls away, making her grin toothily before she turns her attention to the other bud.

“So good, Cumulus,” you breathe, scratching at her scalp. “Fuck that feels so good.”

She makes a noise of affirmation while she sucks and laves at you, claws scratching down your sides. You slide the hand in her hair to the base of her horns and she nips you, causing you to cry out. When she looks up at you, her pupils are blown.

“Do it again,” she says hoarsely, the first show of weakness she has made so far.

Gently you rub your thumb along the base of her horn, watching as her tail violently flicks behind her. Taking advantage of her vulnerability, you flip her over onto the duvet with a grin which she mirrors.

“Somebody’s getting brave,” she coos up at you, the sing-songy nature of her voice sputtering out as you lean forward and lick an experimental stripe up her right horn. Her hands fly to your waist and claws bite into your skin as you do the same to the left horn. When you move to try it again she sharply brings a hand down on your ass, making you jolt forward and cry out. She smiles with all of her teeth and when you bring your lips down to hers she runs a soothing palm over the spot she had struck. Echoing her actions earlier, you kiss along her neck and down her sternum, all the way to her generous breasts. She purrs when you massage them in your hands, growls even, as you lick and suck at them. You know you look desperate as you put your full attention into the act and she yanks you back by the hair to tell you so. Gently, she urges you off of her much to your dismay, only to sigh with pleasure as she removes the remainder of your habit and your underwear. Now fully nude, your back against the duvet, you regard her as she stands up and moves to fetch something in a nearby drawer. What she pulls out has you gasping.

Dangling from her right hand are sturdy leather straps and nestled in the middle, the biggest dildo you had ever seen.

Granted, you hadn’t seen many but Satanas it’s huge. Bigger than Swiss, by far, and he was nothing to sneeze at. Your mouth is agape as she steps into the harness, securing it on the swell of her hips. She stands at the foot of the bed, dildo jutting proudly from her, and once again crooks her finger to beckon you. You move as if you’re hypnotized, crawling across the duvet til you’re eye level with it.

“You like my cock?” she asks sweetly, running a hand over the length of it.

“Y-yes,” you manage to stutter, sitting on your knees.

“Show me how much,” Cumulus commands, gripping the base.

You hesitate slightly before inching forward, softly pressing your lips to the tip. She’s looking down on you intently, lips curling in a grin.

“Go on, baby,” she murmurs, “put that pretty mouth on me.”

When you slide your lips over the head, you moan around it, the vibrations making her twitch. Slowly, you begin to work your mouth down the length of it, lips burning from the stretch. You’re about to gag when you pull back to the head. You chance a glance upwards and she’s looking down on you with such vicious adoration you repeat the motion. Again and again you move your lips and mouth over the cock until you’re drooling, sore, and your cunt is dripping. Finally she buries a hand in your hair and pulls you off. You’re red-faced and panting, knees aching and she’s smiling at you as if you had just recited the sweetest poetry to her.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” she says simply, urging you backwards onto the covers. “I’m going to fuck you until you see stars. Until you can’t even remember your name. Until the only thing you can remember is how fucking good my cock feels inside of you.”

All you can do is nod dumbly as you eagerly spread your legs to make room for her. You can feel the cock, weighty against your belly and slick with your spit, as she leans in and kisses you languidly. Leaning back on her knees she grabs the base once more and uses it to tease the tip against your clit. For a moment she’s content to watch you writhe against the white fabric, hair splayed and lips swollen.

“Cumulus, please,” you moan brokenly, causing her hips to jerk forward in a particularly brutal slide.

When she finally guides the cock inside of you your eyes roll back into your head. She only has the tip in and you’re already desperate but fuck it feels so good. Slowly, she slides the rest in, giving you time to adjust to the size. It stretches you far more than you have been stretched before but the sensation makes your clit throb. Once she bottoms out your cunt spasms and you moan her name. When she pulls the cock out entirely, you whine desperately, only to have her grab your ankles and shift them onto her shoulders.

“Good girl,” she preens, once again teasing the cockhead at your entrance. “Stay just like this for me.”

You nod, pathetically eager, as she slides forward again. When she bottoms out this time, she hits a spot inside of you you’ve never felt before. It makes your jaw fall slack and your chest heave, and with a knowing look in her eye she does it again. You’re moaning loud enough to wake the dead - surely loud enough to wake any other nearby ghouls - but you can’t help yourself. Her claws are wrapped around your calves as she pumps steadily in and out of you, panting with the effort. 

“Cumulus,” you cry, “so good, so, so good. Don’t stop.”

She slides a hand up to your ankle and leans to the side to place a sweet kiss there.

“I know, baby,” she coos, caressing your legs even as she starts to pound into you at a more aggressive pace. 

You’re arching and writhing on the covers, body jerking and legs clenching as she continues to fuck you. Watching you makes her make sweet sounds of her own, clearly enjoying your display. Over and over she hits that exquisite spot inside of you and your hands fly to the duvet to grip it in your fists. She was right - you can’t remember anything - the only thing on your mind is her name again and again. Wildly, your cunt begins to spasm around her cock and she smiles down at you.

“So close, huh? Gonna make that pretty little cunt cum?”

You nod frantically as she picks up the pace of her thrusts, fucking into you ruthlessly. 

“Cumulus,” you gasp, knuckles white. “I’m gonna…Cumulus, please,”

What washes over you is unlike any orgasm you’ve felt before - self-induced or otherwise. You feel as if your soul is hovering ten feet above your body and the corners of your vision begin to darken. When your spine tightens and you’re gasping, gasping for air you let out a drawn-out exaltant scream. There’s a ringing in your ears and you’ve lost all feeling in your limbs but from the din comes Cumulus’ voice, praising you. When you slowly, finally come back into your body you realize that you’re laying in a puddle of something wet. Cumulus is grinning like the sun, gently setting your legs down and easing the cock out of you.

“Made a mess, didn’t you?” she giggles, unfastening the harness. “Bet that’s never happened to you before.”

You silently shake your head side to side, chest red and heaving still. When she disposes of the strap, she curls up against you, arm draped over your belly. You’re finally coming back to a more conscious state when you hear her purring contentedly in your ear.

“Wow,” you finally breathe. “Unholy shit.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs, kissing your shoulder. “Told you you were beautiful.”

Body sore, you turn onto your side to face her and raise a hand to brush the curls out of her face. Capturing your hand in hers, she brings it up to her lips and gently kisses your knuckles. Your heart swells and thumps in your chest even as you register the fact that the covers are, in fact, completely fucking soaked.

“We should change these,” you laugh.

“No,” Cumulus says simply.

“But they’re wet. With my…stuff.”

“Exactly. We’re not changing them.”

Her tone indicates a finality that makes your lips twitch. As the two of you drift off to sleep on the damp duvet you’re once again filled with the beautiful sense of belonging the ghouls seem to impart on you. You feel wanted. Loved, even.

Your dreams are filled with tenderness.

[ghostisun]

cw: smut; group sex; water ghouls have pussies; consensual objectification; knots; brief aftercare

i dont even have an explanation for this :D

[head in my hands] do you think omega and aether conspire together as a form of their own bond?

✧･ﾟ how they gravitate to each other in a way that isn’t reminiscent of their other bonds, so it trickles into this yawning desire that they share? it’s instantaneous, unsaid—there are no explanations to whatever it may be; it just is.

✧･ﾟ how omega tells aether that he’ll teach aether how to seek pleasure? so he pulls delta in his room and aether drags dewdrop with him into omega’s den, and there’s this building tension that the two water ghouls could feel—it ripples so strongly, making the hair on the backs of their necks rise up.

("just say the word and we'll stop," omega murmured, breathing into delta's cool skin.

delta chuckled, feeling ticklish at the brushing caress of omega's lips, before turning around to meet the older ghoul's eyes.

"i trust you," they say. their voice was faint, a tender rasp, but it had omega's lips wobbling, his heart fluttering from within the cages of his ribs.

he pulled delta into his arms, unable to stop himself from feeling his beloved—every ridge, every tremble, every puff of their breaths. omega devoured them all.)

delta tries to be quiet, to blend into the background, because they've learned now that there are times that omega sheds his gentleness. and right now, right here with the new summons, delta knows that omega was radiating levels of danger that they were just at the precipice of being intimate with.

✧･ﾟ how omega and aether use the water ghouls like cocksleeves. they ignore the quiet sobs spilling from the bodies on their laps as they croon and coo to each other, not breaking eye contact despite the wet and hot plunge of their cocks in the water ghouls' cunts.

"if you twist your hand like this- yes, aeth just like that," omega sings, his voice petering into a pleasured hiss as he watches his beloved aether slide a finger in dew's cunt, all snug beside his cock—it is a perfect mirror to how omega has delta whimpering at the tight stretch of his cock and his pinky.

"do you like it like this, 'mega?" aether murmurs, his cheeks filling up with warmth when the familiar feeling of omega's quintessence brushes against his.

"i do, baby boy," omega rumbles, pride dripping from his maw. "you're doing so, so well for me."

✧･ﾟ how delta begs and whimpers, and dewdrop hisses and thrashes, their desires crashing, building; their bliss is almost mind-numbing, electrifying, razing through them as they slip further into the fog, but omega and aether continue to ignore them. the quintessence ghouls continue to exist for each other, suspended in their own element, leaving the water ghouls to feel every drag, every slide.

aether is the first to knot dew.

("it won't hurt," aether mumbled, cheeks tingling at the intensity of dew's gaze. "i swear to lucifer."

dew snorted. "that's not a concern, aeth, you know i trust you."

he roused from his spot on the bed, crawling to aether's side, not realizing how the weight of his words knocked all of the air out of aether's lungs.

dew curled on his side, nuzzling his face on the crook of aether's neck. "i can't wait to fuck you when 'mega's got you pumped of his quintessence."

aether shifted, tugging so dew was on top of him; his chin fell between the valley of aether's pecs. there was something intense in the way dew was watching him, his pale cheeks all bright with his lust and his eyes sparkling as though he was barely holding himself in.

he tucked a strand of dew's hair behind his ear, smiling. "i can't wait too, droplet.")

omega makes aether beg for his knot.

✧･ﾟ how omega and aether come down from their high and waft the fog away from their beloveds.

omega removes delta from his lap, soft quintessence magicking their soreness away. he murmurs praises, his words packed with all of his affection, and nuzzles his face on delta's so they can scent him. he scents delta too, of course, and peppers them with kisses, from their shoulders to the back of their palms, leaving bursts of his scent along every inch of delta's skin.

aether shifts on the bed, knowing that dewdrop wants to come out of the quintessence still stuffed by aether. so as he waits, he wipes the two of them clean, crooning wordless nothings in dewdrop's ears. it weren't words that calmed dew, that's what they both learned, but it was the sound of aether's voice. so that's what he does, whispering everything and anything to greet dew with as he wakes.

✧･ﾟ how the two of them meet eyes above their loves, shooting each other crinkled smiles, their quintessence tangling with each other.

[coffeeghoulie]

okay okay listen...#48 w/dewther. yes? but. insert aeon in place of aether. insert dew's habit and....what happens?

Crow, your brain is huge <3. Hope you enjoy!

#48: out of habit

from this prompt list

Something's wrong.

Dew can feel it growing in the pit of his chest, straining at his ribs with each heartbeat. He hasn't been this nervous ahead of a Ritual in years, long before he transitioned to fire.

Miserere Mei, Deus is playing over the speakers, just barely managing to drown out the growing sound of the crowd, and if Dew were quintessence, he'd be able to taste the excitement. The gossamer sheet between them and the audience ripples softly in the breeze, and something's wrong.

Dew stares down at his hands, growling at them as if that alone would make his spindly fingers stop trembling. It's the first show of this cycle. He should be excited, just like the humans who came to see them spread the Unholy Father's message.

He cannot, for the life of him, figure out what's making him feel like the world's about to end until he looks up from his hands. Aeon's taking his Fantomen from a tech, and Dew is reminded, painfully, that his mate will not be standing across the stage from him when that curtain falls.

Dew stumbles back, grabbing at a crate like he thinks he might go off balance. His other hand covers the crook of his neck, over the many intricate layers of his uniform, where Aether's mark sits, long scarred over. He knows what he's missing, what's wrong, what is making him feel like he's dying.

The first Ritual he and Aether shared together, Aether's very first, Dew had watched the big ghoul shake with nerves, still shy and skittish, only a few months' summoned. He had slipped over towards him, pressed a cool hand to his chest.

Aether had flinched, looking up, violet eyes all Dew could see behind the silver masks. "You'll do fine," Dew had whispered, "I trust Omega and Delta's judgment. You'll do just fine."

He hadn't responded, still trembling under Dew's touch. Dew furrowed his brow, humming softly. Aether swayed towards the noise, entranced.

"Here," Dew said, grabbing the chin of his mask and pulling it up, revealing the pale skin of his glamour. "Pull your mask up, starshine."

Aether wordlessly obeyed, and Dew's gaze softened at the sight of his lip bitten raw, fear written clear as day across his expression.

"Do you want a distraction?" Dew asked, gently reaching up to pet at Aether's cheek. He nodded, and Dew grabbed his Grucifix necklace, pulling gently until Aether leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He had blushed so hard it almost looked purple, but he stopped shaking, and Dew counted that as a win.

Especially when they got off stage, and Aether had given him the biggest grin he'd ever seen on the quintessence ghoul's face.

For six years, for as long as they'd been touring together, Aether had sidled up to Dew, leaning down and grinning. "You're not nervous anymore," Dew scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he'd still stand up on his tiptoes to give Aether his preshow good luck kiss.

Aether's not here now. He's retired to work in the infirmary with Omega, and Dew had thought he'd finished processing that. He's dead wrong.

He glances to stage left, to where his Fantomen hangs around the new kid's neck, and it doesn't quite dwarf them the way Dew thought it would when he had first seen the new quintessence ghoul. But it's still strange and unfamiliar, and the pit in his chest wrenches at him, and Dew knows what he has to do.

There's a call for places. Unlike the rest of the band pack, Dew ignores it, stomping across the stage until he gets to Aeon.

They jolt, posture straightening as he approaches, and Dew can't exactly blame them. He's been cold and a little distant from them, but he shakes his head, reaching out to pull them down gently by the tubing on their helmet.

He can't see their expression, just the curve of their lips under their balaclava, but he leans in and kisses right between the horns of their helmet.

"You'll do fine," he says softly, and darts back to his place just as Imperium starts, leaving Aeon to wonder what just happened.

[forlorn-crows]

Mountain and how he is also always portrayed as he doesnt speak, very rough at times and obsessed with plants.

Let that man get dicked down 9 ways to hell and be subby. Let that man speak!! Let him be SOFT!!

Let him have other interests OTHER THAN PLANTS!!

You dont see Dewdrop being obsessed with Fire, or Aether being obsessed with using his quint powers!!

-🦷

i am physically restraining myself from going feral about mountain. because i have to go to bed. i could literally write pages about this ghoul i hnnnnnnn

listen listen listen of COURSE my man loves his plants. but he loves nature in general, i just hc that about him and his specific 'brand' of earth ghoul. but i mean, the man doesnt wear shoes unless he has to, right? he gotta feel that ground you know.

BUT. of course he needs other interests. lots of people hc that he likes to cook and read. or craft things. i think he likes to make things so that he can gift them to others. but i also think that he's very committed to the music, practices a lot for the sake of it or to get out excess energy. youve seen him on stage, i think he takes it very seriously. how could he not? hes the literal backbone of them all, you know? but i genuinely think its fun for him, he enjoys it.

i think mountain likes to talk an average amount. i do think , however, that he goes very quiet when he's stressed or had a bad day. wont talk for hours until someone coaxes him out of that funk. but hes stubborn, hes not good at asking for help when its not as bad.

and dont worry i will continue to push the soft subby mountain agenda. he is so sensitive, physically and emotionally. loves to love, if that makes sense. and even if he's topping he's still kinda bottoming, you know? gets lost in it, really wants to make his partner feel good rather than focusing on himself. very rarely gets possessive or rough. but when he does its....mmmmm okay if i keep going im gonna go off on an entire tangent.

all in all, i think maybe we should all just write mountain more, yeah? and by we maybe everyone else bc i think every other fic i write is with him lmao

i will never stop though. mountain my beloved, my #1 guy.

[dragon-ascent]

Ball-dancing with Morax

dragon emperor morax, a ball, and you.

The royal ball is a time when nobility and commoners come together at the palace in honour of the kind emperor’s birth month. Emperor Morax is a just and fair ruler, beloved by all. Well, all except you.

You are a prophesied Hero sent by a holy oracle to kill Morax for his genocide of the people of Khaenri’ah some centuries ago. The incident had been erased from the memories of all other land-dwellers, giving him the appearance of having a clean slate. It’s your destiny to bring about justice for his actions.

Your plan is to dance with Morax, who often enjoys dancing with his subjects, slip a magical poison into his drink, and let it destroy him. The poison takes three days to act and blends seamlessly into the bloodstream once it has done its duty, so nobody will ever be able to trace it back to this day. 

The day of the ball, you are dressed in your finest gown, your face and hair done to perfection as well. There is no need for a concealed weapon in case things go awry, as Morax operates under a strict moral code of never harming the people under his reign. Oh, how that will come back to bite him soon enough. 

He looks ravishing tonight, his golden horns decorated with small rivulets of silk and glass beads. His tail is out on full display, the fine gold fur shining with every movement. His toned body is draped in a rich brown silk long pao, his own dragon emblem adorning the fine cloth. His deep amber eyes, accentuated by the red on his lower eyelids, are mellowed into a beaming smile as the festivities begin.

He is the kind of man you would fall in love with; he is the kind of man you would plunge a dagger into. 

Emperor Morax dances with some of the men and women brave enough to share the spotlight with him, until finally his intense gaze settles on you invitingly. You step up to the offer with ease, taking his hands - calloused and big - and following his lead.

It’s magical, the way he guides you along the ballroom with all the grace of a Qilin. It feels like gliding, and for a second you wonder what it would be like to soar through the skies with Morax in his pure dragon form. 

His touches are gentle, his words equally soft as he regales you with amusing anecdotes from days of yore, soft laughter ringing like temple bells every time you nearly fumble a step. 

Soon enough, he suggests going to the balcony from some fresh night air and a drink, and you readily oblige. His hand rests on the small of your back, like that of a lover, and you cannot help but melt ever so slightly at the gesture. Your heart refreezes itself once more as you remind yourself what this dragon had done once upon a forgotten time.

Still, as he pulls you to himself while he tells you how beautiful you look tonight, you decide to indulge.

His kisses are just as tender and gentle as his hands, and they linger on your skin like eventide dewdrops. When your lips connect, it feels like the earth itself has given way and you are free-falling, with Morax being the one to break the fall. Minutes pass before he deems it fit to pull away. 

The way he slides his hands along the curve of your waist and settles there; it is almost as though you are someone completely familiar to him. His smile is like stars bursting forth through shadow. You cannot get enough, it’s intoxicating.

His beautiful brown and gold tail flexes and coils around you tenderly, the scales shimmering like quartz. So enamored by his tail are you, that you hardly register the sinister golden gleam that flashes across his irises for a split second.

He leans in close to your ear and whispers, “My dear, you are the seventh incarnation of the Hero I have had to deal with.”

(just a concept, might turn this into a full-fledged fic if people are interested.)

[iamthecomet]

Worthy

[Kinktober - Day 10 - Body Worship] Rating: Explicit.

Pairing: Dewdrop/Cumulus (Cumdrop my beloved)

Featuring: A little bit of angst. Body worship. Cunnilingus. Biting. Marking. Dew having a six sense about these things. It's so soft and not very kinky. I can't help it. Zero projection, none at all.

Word Count: 1.2k

Cumulus' self-esteem slips. Dew's there to fix it.

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Cumulus is  expecting Cirrus back to their shared hotel room any moment. It’s been a long day, a hard show. Her skin feels too tight. When she catches sight of herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door she retreats across the room with her tail between her legs. She can’t help it. Most days she loves her curves. Loves herself. Knows that everyone else does too. She’s confident. It’s easy. 

Today? After long, fully glamored, flights and treks through crowded airports? After a show that never seemed to end? She can’t. She cannot keep up the facade of self-love. She’s too tired. She’s weak to the voices in her head that say she would be so much happier if she looked like Aurora, or Sunshine, or even Mist. 

She knows Cirrus will help get her out of the funk, that she will whisper words to her and tell her how beautiful she is and reassure her. But she doesn’t want to talk about it–doesn’t want to hear it. She wants to sink into herself. Curl up under the blanket she brought from home–the one that still somehow smells like Aether, and sleep for the rest of the week. 

There’s a quick rap at the door. Two knocks. And then the swipe of the keycard in the door. Cumulus has already showered and changed. Dressed in one of Aether’s oversized t-shirts and underwear. She’s cross legged on the bed, caccooned in her fuzzy blanket just as the door clicks open. She’s expecting Cirrus so she doesn’t look up right away. She keeps her eyes on her phone, some game Sunshine told her helped keep her mind off of things when she was anxious on tour. 

It’s late, past midnight, but the city is still wide awake outside the hotel. Sirens wail, people talk, engines rev. Cumulus leans back against the generic headboard and tries to focus. To turn her brain off. They have another long day tomorrow whether she is in a good mood or not–the least she can do is sleep. 

Bony fingers slip into her view, hover near the edge of her phone before they pluck it from her grip. She looks up, finds Dew looking at her from the side of the bed. Arms crossed over his narrow chest, her phone in one of his hands. 

She blinks at him, confused. “Where’s Cirrus?”  “We traded,” he says and doesn’t elaborate on why. Cumulus doesn’t think he needs to. 

On her worst days, Dewdrop finds her. She’s not sure how he always knows. Always finds his way into her space, her arms, her bed. He can tell from across the stage. From down the hall. The word comes crashing down around her, and Dew is there like he can smell it on her.  Maybe he can. 

She’s never asked. Afraid that if she does, she’ll break the spell. Disrupt the magic. That he’ll stop doing it. She can’t even talk about it with him, thank him properly. She’s usually good with words, with feelings. But there is something scared about these moments. 

Dew hops onto the bed, settles in front of her. His knees touching hers as he mirrors how she’s sitting. He tosses her phone onto the other side of the bed and looks at her. He reaches across the distance to catch a corkscrewed curl in his fingers. He straights it out, lets it go and watches it spring back up before he tucks it behind her ear. Fingers gentle over her skin as he does. 

She wonders if she does this for the others. If they find Dewdrop waiting outside their doors when it feels like their world is imploding, like their skin is too tight. Or if she is special. She knows she gets a side of him not many people do. Easy, gentle, devoted. 

He sinks his fingers into her hair and leans in, rocking up onto his knees to kiss her. No more words. Just action. They won’t talk about it–not yet. Maybe he’ll weasel her problem out of her after he’s made her cum upwards of a dozen times. But until then they are done speaking. 

He licks into her mouth when she sighs. Tongues sliding together. He pushes until she’s laying down and he’s kneeling between her thighs. One hand on her face, the other slipping up under the hem of her shirt to drag calloused fingers over velvet soft skin. 

Cumulus lets herself be carried away on it. She’s shirtless before she knows it, wearing only her underwear now. And then Dew is too. Kneeling before her in a pair of skin tight skinny jeans and a studded belt and not much else. He leans back on his haunches to really look at her. Head tilting as his eyes drag over her collarbone, her tits, the softness of her belly and thighs. 

She waits. Wants to hide, to cross her arms, to close her legs, but she digs her fingers into the bed sheets instead. She allowes him this indulgence, half expecting this will be the time he scoffs and turns away. 

“So fucking gorgeous .” He whispers instead. Bending to press their bodies together as he latches his mouth onto her pulse. One hand braced by her head, the other cups one of her breasts. Dragging his overwarm palm over her nipple as he squeezes. 

Cumulus’ eyes flutter closed as his mouth dips lower. Tongue dragging over her collarbone. Licking at the sweat beading in her sternum. He latches onto her other nipple and she moans. Hand flying to his hair as her rolls her piercing between his teeth. 

She slits her eyes open to find him looking up at her. Staring at her face. Molten copper eyes blown nearly black already. 

“Dew.” 

He pulls way, a string of spit connecting his mouth to her nipple. “Shh, lay back. Close your eyes, Lus. Let me take care of you, please .” 

She could argue. Part of her wants to–to assert that she doesn’t deserve this. But there is something in his tone, in the way he rolls his hips against her thigh, that makes her think this is for him too. That the lust in his eyes is genuine. 

So she listens. Lets him call the shots just this once. She drags her nails over his scalp as he sucks a deep purple mark next to her nipple and lets her head fall back into the pillows. She closes her eyes. Dew gives her other nipple the same treatment. Then works his way downward, sucking and biting dark marks into her skin the whole way. On her ribs. Her hips. The slope of her belly. The inside of both thighs.  By the time he finally pulls her panties down and licks into her cunt she’s boneless. Eyes slitted open so she can watch. He groans low at the first taste of her. Tongue flicking out over her clit. Pulling her thighs over his shoulders, tight around his head like he would gladly die between her legs. 

“Can’t believe I get to have you,” he muses like he’s the lucky one here. He’s lost in her, drunk off of the taste of her, the feel of her curves beneath his hands. Cumulus feels holy when Dew gets like this. Worthy of his worship. His devotion. 

She settles in, gives in to pleasure. Allows him to pray at her altar.

[ghuleh-recs]

Holy Dew - a series by littlemoon-beam

He remembers crying when Lucifer's first words are repeated from this man with soft eyes."Tell me your name, Fallen."He remembers sobbing out the name The Morning Star had given him, forcing it from between his lips."Dewdrop."He remembers hearing it spoken out like a prayer, like his name held weight on the man's tongue.

Is anyone else out there sometimes flabbergasted by how beautifully written fanfiction can be?

Moon's Holy Dew series is absurdly good. It follows angel!Dew as he is cast out from heaven only to find the true meaning of unselfish love and acceptance among Lucifer and our beloved band of ghouls. It's poetic and heart wrenching but don't get me wrong--it is bursting at the seams with deliciously well-written smut.

There are so many passages that actually take my breath away that I could barely choose what quotes to include in this rec. For example:

The pangs of betrayal scream through his blood. He'd been a puppet, an actor in a play he never agreed to, held up by love fashioned into a noose, tightening around his throat a little more each day until it snuffed out his breath and sucked the Grace from his veins.

I also wanted to point out that this series touches on something that I think rings true for quite a few Ghost fans. Dew being cast out of heaven only to find love with the other ghouls directly parallels the real life experience of finding love and acceptance only once you're able to leave the church and sometimes the family who was supposed to love and accept you in the first place.

It's heavy but it's also healing (and oftentimes scorchingly hot). Please go check it out if you haven't already!

☆Please read, give kudos, leave a comment, and subscribe to the series on AO3!

[sentientgolfball]

Dew’s Turn

Part two

Tags: Era 3 ghouls, water ghoul Dew, elemental transition, descriptions of burning, brief suicidal thoughts, hurt/minimal comfort if you squint, polyghouls my beloved

Word count: 4459

Summary: It was time to start fresh with the Ghost Project and Ifrit was bound and determined to keep what remained of his pack safe, but we can’t always get what we want.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I wouldn’t pick anyone except for you.”

Dewdrop looked at the massive fire ghoul standing before him with a dumbfounded expression as the words started to sink in. He couldn’t be serious. There’s no way. Just moments before, Dew had been lounging in his bathtub enjoying the day off. He longed to go back and sink under the water and never come back up so he wouldn’t have to face whatever this was.

Ifrit had come to his room quietly, the first sign something was wrong. The fire ghoul was usually so loud and energetic, but when he came to Dew’s room, he seemed smaller, like someone had blown out his flame. When he knocked the water ghoul almost thought he imagined it before he heard it again.

At first he assumed Ifrit had come to blow off some steam by pounding his favorite little water ghoul into the bed. Dew was secretly hoping that was the case when he saw who was at his door. Ifrit has rarely been that close with any of the ghouls since Zephyr disappeared, and he missed the warmth that came with him. However, the moment he entered Dew’s room he could tell something serious happened. He could smell it on him, anxiety and grief rolled off of him leaving a sour taste in Dew’s mouth. That immediately made his heart spike and his chest tighten.

He’d only been on earth for a year or so, but so much has happened in that time. He still wasn’t fully adjusted to life topside and he had been quickly forced to learn an instrument he’s never seen before. He missed his pack back in the Pits. He became protective of his new one on earth as ghouls started to disappear. He was terrified of what Ifrit was going to say if he was shaken to silence. Did something happen to Mist? Is Mountain okay? Did Omega disappear too? What if it’s about Aether? The last thought made him feel lightheaded. He had been joined at the hip with the quintessence ghoul ever since their summoning day. He doesn't know what he’d do if Ifrit came to tell him another member of the pack went missing.

Almost as if Ifrit could sense the little ghoul’s anxieties he shook his head

“Everybody is fine, droplet, it’s okay.”

Dew was rigid. The pet name, coupled with the soft tone of his voice, told him all he needed to know.

“What’s going on Ifrit?” He held his breath waiting for the bigger ghoul to respond. He just looked at Dew for a long moment, admiring his features before he spoke.

“I’m getting replaced,” He said quietly, as if that would somehow lessen the impact of the words. Dew felt like a hole had opened under him and swallowed him. His stomach dropped as the words hung in the air.

“What.”

“I’m getting replaced,” He said again, this time a bit louder, “They want to start fresh. They asked me to pick a new lead or they’d do it themselves.”

Dew felt his mouth go dry. He wasn’t fucking with him. How could they replace him! Start fresh? What does that even mean? Suddenly a realization crept into his mind. His eyes snapped up to meet Ifrit’s. He looked terribly nervous.

“What about…?”

“The others? No. No Mountain and Aether are staying.”

He felt relief wash over him at that before it hit him. Ifrit didn’t say his name. Slowly the pieces started to fall into place.

“Frit… Who did you pick?” When the fire ghoul didn’t respond Dew asked the question again with a bit of force behind it. There was a moment of silence before Dew laughed dryly.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I wouldn’t pick anyone except for you.”

He stared at Ifrit in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious. It’s impossible; He wasn’t a leader, he couldn't be in charge of a whole pack. He couldn’t replace Ifrit. He was struck into silence until he realized something that could stop all of this.

“You can’t pick me. I’m a water ghoul and you need a fire ghoul to replace you.” He started to smile as if this was the most brilliant thing he’s ever thought of. That was quickly snuffed out when Ifrit started to speak again.

“You think they haven’t thought of that,” His voice cracked on the last word. Every ghoul knew the stories. The legends that it was possible to become a different element if you could adapt to it. But that’s all they were. Legends. No ghoul had ever tried it before, out of fear of what might happen if they couldn’t adapt.

Dew felt his blood run cold. All he could do was stare at Ifrit silently, begging that this was some sick prank on him.

“No,” Was all he could manage. He shook his head and started to back away from Ifrit in a panic. “No, you’re lying to me. It’s impossible. They’ll… It’ll kill me!” He tripped on the corner of the desk in his room and fell backwards hard onto the floor. He stared up at Ifrit in fear.

The scene broke the fire ghoul’s heart. The past few months had been too much for him. The disappearance of Zephyr hit him harder than anyone. Mist did her best to comfort him, but nothing seemed to work. When he found out about the plans to “start fresh” with the Ghost Project he knew he had to protect what remained of his pack.

So he made a deal with Sister Imperator. He would step down as the lead willingly so long as he got to pick the replacement. When he picked Dew he thought they’d put Mist back on bass. He could live with himself being gone, as long as the rest were okay. What he didn’t expect was for Omega to shove him against a wall days later threatening to rip his throat out.

Turns out, the quintessence ghoul had been tasked with gathering the necessary things to perform an elemental change ritual. Specifically, water to fire. Omega only put him down when he realized Ifrit had no idea that’s what the Clergy intended to do when Dew was picked as the replacement. Something about keeping tradition was all Sister had to offer when Ifrit stormed into her office with smoke rolling off of him. That was two weeks ago. He hadn’t had the strength to give the little ghoul his death sentence any sooner.

“Droplet, listen,” He took a cautious step towards Dew, causing him to crawl backwards away from him with a hiss. Ifrit stopped in his tracks and moved away so he wouldn’t scare the little water ghoul.

“Dew, please listen to me. I picked you for this because I knew if any ghoul could handle it, it’s you.”

He began to slowly crouch down, sitting himself across from the terrified water ghoul.

“I was there when you were summoned. I saw the way you clawed yourself out of the pits. I know you can be their leader.”

I know you can survive the transition. He couldn’t say the last part out loud. He didn’t want to think about what had to be done to make Dew a fire ghoul. Dewdrop slowly propped himself up so he was sitting with his knees to his chest, tail curled tightly around himself.

“When?” He whispered, still looking at Ifrit. His gills were fluttering nervously as he waited for his response.

Ifrit winced, “Tomorrow.”

He dropped his gaze, unable to look Dew in the eyes. He didn’t want to see the fear, or the betrayal.

Before he knew what was happening, he saw a flurry of white out of the corner of his eye, before he felt Dew’s entire weight crash into him. He tensed, expecting to feel the sting of his claws and fangs. He wouldn’t fight back; he knew he deserved it. But the assault never came. He slowly cracked his eyes open and looked down to see Dew shaking as he clung to him. His breath hitched when he heard him sniff. He buried his face into his white hair, pressing kisses and apologies to the top of his head. He had to blink away the tears that started to form in his eyes. He didn’t deserve to cry. This was his fault, after all.

A few moments passed before Dew mumbled something into Ifrit’s chest.

“What was that, droplet?” He forced himself to keep his voice even.

“Stay with me… Please. If this is my last night, I-“ Ifrit stopped him from finishing his thought by quickly scooping him up and setting both of them onto the bed.

“It’s not going to be your last night. You’re going to make it through that ritual and after you’ve recovered I’m going to show you all the abilities of fire and I’ll teach you how to play any song you want on guitar.” Ifrit squeezed Dew tighter as he spoke, trying to will his words into existence.

Dew looked up at him with wet eyes, “You promise?”

“Yeah. Yeah, Dewy, I promise. Anything you want and I’ll make it happen.”

“That… Sounds nice.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

Ifrit curled himself around Dew’s tiny body, keeping him close to his chest. He would give Dew all of his warmth just to help him settle.

Eventually, the sounds of Dew’s soft sobs came to a stop as his breathing became even, and he fell asleep buried in the massive fire ghoul.

It was only then that Ifirt let himself cry.

I fucked up Zeph. I fucked up, and Dew is gonna be the one to pay for it.

He tried to be as quiet as he could so as to not disturb his sleep. He’d need his energy for tomorrow. There were a few times Ifrit had to turn his head and bury it into the pillows to stop a sob from breaking the silence of the evening.

~~~

Dew began to stir as the soft knocking turned into a pound. He cracked open his eyes. It was still dark out. He groaned and moved to get out of bed when he felt himself being squeezed. That’s when he remembered; Today was the day he would die. The pounding at the door was only getting louder. Ifrit was staring at the door with a growl deep in his chest.

“Frit, please.”

He knew he wasn’t going to let go of him unless he practically begged. Hearing Dew’s voice broke him out of the spell. He looked down at him with soft eyes and a flicker of hesitation before he slowly let him go and got up to open the door.

There stood Mountain, looking like someone had punched him in the gut.

“Omega… Sent me to come get you both. Said something about needing to start it before the sun started to rise.”

Mountain was usually pretty calm, but when he spoke, there was nothing but venom in his words. The scent of fear and hatred made Ifrit want to puke.

“Thanks Mountain, just give us a moment.”

The earth ghoul nodded and Ifrit shut the door. He turned back to Dew who was sitting on the side of the bed, back towards the door. Before Ifrit could say anything he slowly got up and walked to his dresser. He dug around before pulling something out. He held it to his chest for a moment before walking over to Ifrit.

“Hold out your hand,” He whispered. Ifrit did so without hesitation. Dew shakily placed the object into his hands. When Ifrit saw what it was he gasped. It was a silver grucifix necklace.

“Dew… This is what I gave you when you were first summoned. I didn’t know you kept it, I never saw you wear it.”

“Take it back.”

He blinked slowly, “What?”

“Take it so you have something to remember me by.”

Ifrit just stared at the necklace for a moment before closing his hand and clutching it to his chest, “I’m not keeping it.”

Dew looked like he was going to protest before Ifrit continued, “But I’ll hold onto it for you. I’ll give it right back when I see you after the ritual.”

He gave Dew the best smile he could manage. He had to believe he’d make it, that there was an ounce of truth to the legends.

Dew took a deep breath and pounced on Ifrit, wrapping his arms around him. Ifrit immediately returned the hug.

“I’m scared.”

“I know.”

“Will you be there?”

“I won’t leave. No matter what.”

Ifrit pulled back from the embrace to gaze at him. He took time to memorize Dew’s features. His piercing blue eyes, his pure white hair, the fins on his arms and tail, the way his gills fluttered. He squeezed Dew’s shoulders affectionately before pressing his forehead against the water ghouls. He was about to say something when Mountain knocked on the door again. He sighed and whispered something to him that made Dew rigid.

The two then pulled away from each other and left the room, following Mountain to wherever Omega was waiting for them.

Mountain led them outside to the very edge of the tree line. It was still dark outside, but the first rays of the day were starting to peek through the horizon. The Ministry was still visible from where the ghouls stood. The building was still dark, not a single soul had risen yet. As Dew walked he looked up at the sky, focusing on the few stars that still hung in the fading night. When his eyes caught on Venus, he muttered a quick prayer that he would be strong enough to live, and if not, that the rest of the pack would be okay without him. When the three ghouls were only a few feet away from the scene, Dew stopped. He couldn’t go any farther. His legs wouldn’t work. He stared at the piles of wood, at Omega muttering to himself as he read the ancient manuscript in his hands, at the knife Mist was holding.

He couldn’t do this. He didn’t want to die. He couldn’t care less about what element he possessed, but the thought of dying, the thought of just burning to nothing but ash, made him lightheaded.

His ears started to ring as his chest tightened. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. The only thought that went through his mind was I’m going to die as he felt his knees give out from under him. He barely registered that Mountain and Ifrit were crouched next to him trying to get his attention. All he could do was stare into nothing as he tried and failed to get his breathing under control. He hadn't realized he had curled in on himself until he felt his claws digging into his scalp. In that moment he wondered what would happen if he just dug his claws into his gills and pulled until his hands met in the middle. It would be quick. It would hurt a lot less than whatever was about to happen. It would be the same result, and at least there would be something left of him.

He only realized he had started to actually squeeze his gills when he felt hands on top of his. He looked up and was met with a pair of purple eyes looking at him with fear. Dew wanted to cry but he couldn’t. He was still shaking. He still wasn’t grounded enough to understand what was happening.

“Aether?” Was all he could manage to squeak out. If the quintessence ghoul spoke he didn’t hear it, all he felt was his arms wrapping him tight against his body, practically crushing him. With the weight around him, Dew finally started to feel like he was back in his body. He took a moment to breathe in Aether’s scent. The last time he’d ever do so.

“Aether, it’s going to hurt. I don’t want it to hurt.” He whined against his neck.

Aether took a breath before speaking, “I’ll do what I can to make it not hurt. The moment it’s done I won’t leave your side. You won’t have to feel a thing.”

As if to emphasize his point, he let a small amount of quintessence magic spark to life on his fingertips and through Dew’s body. He felt his whole body relax as the magic made his muscles loosen. He wanted to stay like this forever, curled up in Aether’s arms where he knew he’d be safe. The thought that this could be the last time he feels Aether’s touch made his stomach drop. He had only just gotten used to the constant closeness of him, and now it was about to be ripped away.

He had been so absorbed in his thoughts he hadn’t realized Aether had kept talking.

“I’ll be right there when you come back to us… Please just come back to us. Please just stay.”

Dew honestly couldn’t tell if he was talking to him or if he was talking to himself. He didn’t care either way, as long as Aether kept talking.

“Dewdrop.”

The scene was broken by the sound of Omega’s voice cutting in. There was no malice in it, it was actually the softest Dew had ever heard Omega speak his name. He cautiously lifted his head from where it was buried in Aether’s neck. He let out a gasp when he saw Omega’s face. His expression was pained, but that wasn’t what had caught Dew by surprise. It was the fact that he could actually see his face. Unlike the rest of the ghouls, Omega tended to stick to the rules and traditions of always wearing his mask. The only other times Dew had seen him without out was the day he was summoned, and one night when he was sneaking into the kitchen he caught him slipping out of the papal chambers.

Once again, the seriousness of the situation settled deep within Dew. It was too late to turn back, to do anything really. He had to face it. He had to be steadfast if he was going to survive. He took one final deep breath and pulled back away from Aether just enough to look at him. If he was going to die there was one last thing he wanted. He desperately crashed his lips against Aether’s, practically head butting him in the process. It wasn’t the first time they’d kissed, and Dew hoped it wasn’t the last, but if it was he wanted to convey every unspoken feeling he had to him. Aether kissed him back just as desperately. He reached a shaky hand up to hold the water ghoul’s face, using his quintessence to let Dew actually feel everything Aether felt for him.

After a moment, Dew broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Aether’s. He sucked in a breath and then untangled himself from his grasp and stood. He clenched his hands into fists and felt his claws prick against his palms.

“I’m ready.”

His voice didn’t shake, it didn't crack. His jaw was set in determination as he looked at Omega. He needed to live. Not just for himself anymore, but for Aether. For Mountain and Ifrit. For all of them. He thought back to last night as he approached Omega and Mist. If Ifrit believes I’m strong enough, then I am.

He watched as Aether, Mountain, and Ifrit came to stand behind Mist. Omega looked to the East and narrowed his eyes

“It’s time.”

He put down the ancient looking manuscript and began arranging the various types of wood. It was a mixture of ash, willow, and birch. Mountain helped him with this task. They arranged it in a way so that Dew would be able to lay fully stretched out on it. He tore his eyes away when he heard Mist approaching him. He wanted to reach out and have her hold him, but he couldn’t. He knew if he did he wouldn’t let go. She held the knife she had been carrying in one hand while the other came up to rest on his shoulder. She pressed their heads together. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to. She had spent all her time with Dew when he was summoned, teaching him how to play bass and how to live on land with a new body. She had watched him come into himself. While the other ghouls were leaning on false hope, too scared to think about what it would be like with no more Dew, Mist truly believed he was going to come out on the other side, and that was enough for her. He’ll be scarred, but he’ll still be her Dew, and that was what mattered most.

“You’re stronger than you know, Dew,” She said as she slowly brought the knife to his chest. She placed the tip of it just above where his water mark was on his sternum. She let it rest there for a moment. He sucked in a breath at the feeling of the cold metal. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen, but he had an idea when he felt Mist begin to add pressure. Carefully, she began to carve as she repeated a phrase in Infernal. Dew had to bite his lip to keep himself from crying out. Aether tried to move forward to relieve the pain but Omega’s voice rang out

“Don’t. The process has begun. If you do anything now, you’ll mess it up.”

Mountain and Omega stood by the wooden altar watching as Mist did her part. Aether slunk back to the sidelines with an apology.

When she was finished, his chest was a bloody mess. She has carved a pointed side up triangle over his water mark. The symbol for fire. He watched for a moment, mesmerized by the little rivers of blood dripping down his chest.

No turning back.

Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as he walked over to the wooden altar. He looked between Mountain and Omega and briefly wondered if it was the earth ghoul who had somehow managed to get ahold of wood from trees that grew in such vastly different areas. Almost as if he read his mind, Mountain nodded and spoke,

“They each mean something.”

“Oh? What are they?” Dew asked, trying to distract himself as Omega helped him lay down on the wooden altar. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.

Mountain shook his head, “I’ll tell you when you wake up.”

Dew laid there on that wooden altar. A funeral pyre, really. He stared up at the sky as Omega and Mountain backed away. The day was bleeding into the little remains of the night sky. The stars weren’t visible anymore. He took it all in, enjoying the soft light of dawn. Even if he survived the transition of elements, this would be the last time he’d see the sky as a water ghoul.

Will the world be different when I’m a fire ghoul? He mused as he tried to not focus on the sounds of fire springing to life or Omega’s Infernal chanting.

“Ifrit. The fire,” Was the last thing Dewdrop heard before he felt pain like he’d never experienced before.

The first thing he felt was the heat of it all. It was too much for his amphibian-like skin. He could physically feel himself dry out. That feeling lasted for about 10 seconds before all he could feel was pain. It felt like someone had dropped the sun on him. He could feel his soft fins being burnt off. He felt like his skin was melting off and dissolving away. Everything was simultaneously too bright and too dark as the smoke from the wood started to rise. He only realized he had been screaming when he started to cough and choke. His gills fluttered uselessly as he tried to take in air. He couldn’t breathe. He started to flail trying to get away from the pain, but two hands held him down. Ifrit’s hands. This was the last thought Dew had before he became unconscious as his body burned.

Dewdrop was dead.

~~~

“He has to stay in the fire. It has to reach his core,” Omega kept a firm hand on Ifrit’s shoulder as he held Dew’s body in place, “If it doesn’t… Then the ritual will be a failure.”

Then he’ll be dead.

The true meaning of his words were left unspoken. Everyone knew what he meant. When Dew’s body had stopped moving and the screams had quieted, Ifrit finally removed his hands from the fire. That’s when Mist and Omega took a hand in theirs and squeezed. They were the only three to remain. Mountain had taken Aether back to the Ministry once the ritual had started, the sounds and smells of his companion burning to death was too much for him. If it wasn’t for Mountain holding him back, he would’ve ran over to extinguish the flames. He was acting on instinct. No one could blame him though; Not only were the two closer than any of the other ghouls, but he was quintessence. He could feel every emotion Dew was feeling. It was a miracle Omega was still standing that close to the pyre.

The three ghouls stood there for a long time, letting the reality of the situation sink in. There was nothing more they could do now, they just had to wait. It was only when the sun had fully risen did Omega turn to gather the excess materials and leave. Some time passed before Mist turned towards Ifrit, who had taken a seat right next to where the wooden altar was burning away.

“We should head back. Staring at it isn’t going to make him wake up any faster.”

Ifrit shook his head, “Omega said he has to stay in the fire. I have to make sure it doesn’t go out.”

To emphasize his point his eyes began to glow like embers as he stared at the pyre. He began to pool his magic into the flames to keep them strong.

Mist sat with him for a little while longer, until she couldn’t take the heat anymore. The morning sun and the proximity to the fire had started to dry her skin. Ifrit didn’t even notice her getting up to kiss him goodbye. He didn’t even realize she had left. His sole focus was on keeping the flame. He got Dew into this mess and he was going to make sure he came out alive on the other end.

[wrathofrats]

hmmmm what about my beloved Cumulus/Dewdrop?

LISTEN I KNOW THE BOARDS BARREN BUT I HAVE SO MANY THOUGhTS

They’re just!!! Soft!!! They’re besties and dew has an awful soft spot for cumulus and is always sweet to her even if he’s a dick to everyone else, like I think she’s the only ghoul he refuses to have an attitude with.