#trans rain ghoul

[iamthecomet]

HI COMET

Could you please tell me, a fool, how Mountain loves to spend long afternoons with his head in between a certain water ghouls thighs? He'd happily drown there, happily take his last breath if it meant hearing that pretty siren song.

Ah yes, I can definitely tell you exactly how that goes. It would be my pleasure.

Trans!Rain: cunt, clit, dick. Used for his anatomy.

Beneath the salt musk, Rain tastes like clear, cool water. Mountain could live off of him. Ambrosia. All the water he's ever needed. Found between Rain's thighs.

He takes his time. Kitten licks over his swollen clit. Sucking blood flushed lips into his mouth to feel their softness against his tongue. Burying his nose into the trimmed curls just above where Rain's little dick juts out. Inhaling deep.

He'd stay here forever if he could. Lost in slick skin. Tongue dipping in. Dragging along ridges there. Licking as deep as he can. Listening to Rain gasp as he presses that unholy tongue to the spot that always makes Rain squirm.

Mountain loses track of time. Of the world beyond this room. This bed. Rain's knees tossed over his shoulders. One big hand wrapped around a thigh. Thumb rubbing circles over quivering muscle as he listens to his own blood pound in his ears, and beyond that, Rain. Whining as Mountain feasts. Breath hitching. Hips rolling against Mountain's mouth as Mountain fucks his tongue deeper into Rain and Rain grinds his dick over the proud slope of Mountain's nose.

Mountain lives for these afternoons. Early fall. The window thrown open. Breeze smelling like dying leaves. Rain's voice carrying across the grounds as he slips his fingers into Mountain's auburn waves and pulls. Holds on. Slicks Mountain's face as he chases his orgasm.

Mountain doesn't know what number this is. Lost count a while ago. Before the autumn sun started to set and dye the room amber.

Mountain replaces his tongue with two fingers fingers. Pressing up against the front wall, and Rain keens. Mountain risks a glance at him. At the lithe line of his body arched into Mountain's bed. Dark curls, sweat damp and everywhere. Cerulean eyes clamped shut. Mountain watches his gills flex and shudder. Wants to touch. Wants to drag his fingers over them, and then over the silvery scars under his pecs.

Wants to tell Rain how beautiful he is. But he has more important things to do with his mouth.

He sucks Rain's clit into his mouth. Laves his tongue over the head. Groans when Rain clenches down on his fingers. When his dick kicks on Mountain's tongue.

"Give it to me," Mountain says. Pulling back just far enough to talk. Unwinding his hand from Rains thigh to drag his fingers over his clit. Pulling the hood back. Lips ghosting over the tip as he speaks.

"Please, Rain. I'm so thirsty."

Rain's breath catches. The fingers in Mountains hair gentle. Caress over his horns. His scalp. They shake just like Rain's thighs.

It doesn't take much more, it never does. Mountain’s tongue flicking over Rain’s dick. His fingers fucking in and out. And Rain is gone. Moaning loud enough that Mountain knows everyone outside hears him. Breath catching. Slick gushing out into Mountain's palm, onto his tongue.

He laps it up. Licks his hand clean as he pulls it from the twitching clutch of Rain's cunt. Mountian kisses the inside of Rain's thighs. Catching every last drop.

Rain peers at him though slitted sky blue eyes. Panting. Sweat shining at his temples. Cheeks flushed.

"Still thirsty?" He asks, voice rasping.

Mountain smiles against the soft skin of Rains thighs. "Parched."

[ashthewaterghoul]

Ash’s Fics Master Post

Basically just anything with more than one chapter. All posted to ao3.

Vengeance Is Hers For As Long As She Stands By Him

Where do you go when you need shelter and sanctuary? Why a Satanic Ministry of course! Or, A woman leaves her old life behind and moves to a new country. A bit of adventuring leads her to a glorious Church and a Skull-painted Anti-Pope with a flair for the dramatics. Soon enough she is delighted by the peculiar and unorthodox situation filled with rituals, hellspawn and great music. Through her time of great turmoil, she finds comfort in her unlikely Ghoulish family, discovering love in its many forms. And she is granted a most brutal revenge against the man that caused her so much pain.

The Dreams That You Dreamt Can Become Just As Real (wip)

Rain and Storm had been very happy together in the almost 5 years since Storm’s tumultuous arrival to the Ministry, but they found that they just wanted one more thing to make their family of Ghouls whole. Through threats, magic untold and unwelcome surprises a-plenty, they defend their family with everything they have. They can only hope to be able to save what they love from the deep-rooted corruption within the Abbey they call home.

The Way That They Were

Dewdrop hated being a Water Ghoul and hated playing bass, and Sister Imperator hated the whining. Her threats drive him to despair, and the only solution Dew can see is one that is very permanent. Zephyr likes fresh air, especially up in the mountains. They love when others join them as well, however Dew’s appearance one night is particularly tragic as he makes a haunting decision. One that Zephyr’s already weak body will never let them forget.

Metamorphosis

‘Fuck.’ It was the only word that could dance around Rain’s head at the moment. He had thought that something was wrong. His stomach had been hurting for weeks, he was emotional, dizzy, throwing up. He just thought he just had the flu, despite a Ghoul’s inability to contract such an illness, but he could never have thought it to have been this. Or, Rain is trans and after loosing his luggage on the way home from the previous tour, finds out the hard way that Ghoul’s react differently to HRT compared to humans. Not to mention the secret he’s been hiding from his pack of what he’s been through in the Pits just adding insult to injury.

Even The Brightest Stars Burn Out (wip)

Phantom and Aether are two of the closest brothers Hell had ever seen. They had relied on each other in all the years it had been just them two and loved each other more than anything. But Phantom watches as Aether gets summoned and suddenly they are forced to live without their brother, praying for the day they can join him. When Phantom feels that telltale ache begin to form in their chest, they give into the summoning willingly. However Phantom would never imagine what lay for them on the other side when they land on that altar…

“Good” - A Mountain/Rain Two Shot

“Your little innocence act doesn’t work on me, Rain.” Mountain said, his voice finding residence low his throat. “S- sorry, sir, I didn’t-“ “Didn’t what? Didn’t meant to drag yourself to my kit and start playing? I thought you were going to be good for me?” Mountain taunted, standing behind Rain and encasing him in his shadow. “No! I am! I am good! Please, I’ll show you-“ Rain went to spin around, but Mountain’s hand locked firmly around his throat and stopped him from moving.

A Cosmic Collision (wip)

What happens to Dewdrop when his beloved Aether is sent back to the Pits without so much as a proper farewell? What will he make of the new Quint and how will all of his relationships change with him as his world seems to fall apart around him? Phantom isn't quite sure what a life on the surface should entail, but he didn't expect his first interaction with a fellow Ghoul to be quite so dramatic. How will Phantom adjust to life topside, and just what role will this Fire Ghoul play in his new life? Because right now, he can't imagine it will be anything pleasant...

Phanter Cuddle Buddies (wip)

All of the posts and subsequent asks I got for my hc of Phantom and Copia being cuddle buddies and then being forcibly separated after Copia becomes Frater. Posting it all here because I said so. Phanter = Phantom + Frater

Will update as I write more. Last updated 17th October 2024

[noahl-art]

Rain and Aether dressing up for an event ✨️

@miasmaghoul sent me a pic from this tiktok, and I just couldn't resist drawing it! 👀

It's been a long time since I've used colours on anything, so here is the scanned sketch as well because I'm very unsure about the results 🙃

[cslszephyr]

thought i’d kick this account off with some of my art ..,,, i made it my goal to start posting some more of my work this 2025 and build up a platform !!!! have my designs for rain and mountain to feed off of

[dwritesit]

dew in a tight black dress...

as my friends have been saying, its not going to stay on him for long (the rest of the pack are losing their minds)

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Rain sitting newly summoned Phantom in front of a mirror with his legs spread while Rainy teaches him how to touch himself. Sweet bug watching with wide eyes as his own fingers disappear into his pussy and he feels how hot and wet he is inside for the first time. His gasps and whines as Rain coaches him on how to find his g-spot. His eyes grow wider as heat spreads through his belly and he squirms, the feeling unfamiliar yet so good. Rainy putting his hand over Ant’s, making him keep his fingers inside and feel himself flutter as he cums for the first time. Getting kisses and praise from Rain as he basks in the afterglow. Asking shyly if they can do it again sometime. Are you seeing my vision.

[miasmaghoul]

(horny and embarrassed about it)

miasma i read your hornplay fic and now it has me in a chokehold (i wish i could write as well as you do cause i NEED to see this)

but might i request - trans!mountain literally just riding his clit on rain's horns. makin a mess on em. idk just MOUNTAIN RIDING HIS CLIT ON RAIN'S HORNS

Rain's horns do make excellent grinders. Smooth like sea glass, curled back and decorated with subtle ridges, they aren't as sensitive as some of the others might be. But that doesn't mean he'll ever say no when someone starts grazing their fingers along them and whispering in his ear about how much they'd like to give one a ride.

Mountain hadn't even considered it until he overheard Cumulus and Aurora gossiping one morning. He'd been in the hall, empty coffee mug in hand on his way for a refill, and as they giggled about sharing Aether's horns the night before all Mountain could picture was Rain.

He'd stumbled into Rain's bedroom without so much as knocking, wide eyed and hopeful, and not even the sight of a bound and gagged Swiss bouncing in Rain's lap had dissuaded him. He'd blurted his sudden need with a thick tongue and tense thighs, and the silence that fell was so thick it stole his breath away.

Thankfully, Rain had been in a giving mood.

It was a bit awkward to arrange, but now that they're here Mountain can't believe it took him so long to think of this. Rain has certainly spent plenty of time playing with his antlers, stroking the velvety length of them until Mountain was a hopeless mess, but this...this is different.

Rain's laying on his back now, casual as ever, Swiss still impaled on his cock and struggling to stay balanced. Not that he's complaining - Swiss likes to fight, after all. Mountain's knelt at Rain's head, legs spread wide and half-leaning against the headboard, one hand gripping the mattress for dear life and the other between his thighs. Spreading his cunt so slick lips hug the surface of Rain's horn and leave a sticky trail behind. Mountain can't stop watching his clit throb as it drags over another ridge, stomach jumping with every brush.

"You're drooling," Rain informs him, deeply amused, and Mountain nods. Talking is too much to expect from him right now.

Rain's hands have been resting on Swiss' thighs, thumbs teasing around the other ghoul's folds in the most torturous way, and Swiss makes a truly devastated sound when Rain pulls one away. Rain doesn't even acknowledge it, and judging by the way Swiss' whole being shudders thats sort of the point. Mountain doesn't know or care. He just knows that those long, elegant fingers are trailing up his own stomach now, drifting through sweat-matted hair and caressing the gentle swell of his chest.

"I can help with that."

Two of those skilled digits press themselves into his mouth, Mountain goes stiff, and when he soaks Rain's hair with his release it's all he can do to stay upright.

"Don't stop now," Rain taunts, fucking Mountain's mouth through his inelegant gurgling, and Mountain couldn't keep his hips from rolling even if he wanted to. "Make me happy and I'll give you a turn when I'm done with this one."

Rain punctuates his statement with one sharp jab of his hips, and the way Swiss howls behind his gag is enough to make Mountain's cunt clench.

"Yes, Sir," he slurs, tongue laving at Rain's fingers, and as he watches Swiss' tears start to fall Mountain can't wait for his turn.

[ghoultrifle]

i'm not sure if this is drabble sized but i would love to hear your thoughts on raintom mutual masturbation👉👈

hoooooo boy this is gonna be good :3 i aeon'd your phantom and transed your rain, i hope that's okay

"Just like that baby," Aeon says, his tone more encouraging than what his smirk portrays. "A bit further. I know it feels good my darling boy but we need to get you in the right position." A reassuring hand rubs gently across Rain's bicep. Aeon feels it tense as the pillow drags further over the water ghoul's dick.

"Is that right, daddy?" Rain stutters, looking down to see the carefully folded pillow wedged between his legs, wet patch staining the ocean-blue case, before looking back up at Aeon, doe-eyed.

Aeon hums, reaching out to flick Rain's clit, noticing the stain grow larger as he bucks into the pillow. "Such a whore for me, aren't you Rainy?" He's met with a fervent nod.

"Only for you daddy, make me feel so good. Need you."

"I know, baby boy, another time, hmm?" He pouts, laced with the knowledge of what they both know is coming. Rain whimpers as Aeon palms himself over his boxers, "Need you to get off now. Put on a show for me." It sounds so innocent but the embarrassment is hitting Rain like a truck, a dusky pink spreading from his cheeks down to his chest.

Rain hesitantly begins to hump the pillow, the stimulation too much and not enough all at once. He's achingly hard and can feel himself leaking with every thrust against the smooth fabric.

Opposite the water ghoul, Aeon takes himself out of his underwear and begins to stroke in time with Rain's cautious thrusts. "You know the rules, baby boy, I need to get off too," he grins, baring his teeth. "You'd better speed up, don't you think?"

Too dumb to speak, Rain watches, mouth agape as he humps the pillow with quick bunny thrusts and Aeon matches his pace.

"Good boy," Aeon says, reaching out to hold Rain's chin. "Don't even think about cumming until I say."

[ashthewaterghoul]

*sighs dreamily* Trans Ghouls... Oh, how I love you... *kicks feet*

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 9 : Warming them up

Rain and Dewdrop went skinny dipping at night and now facing the consequences (being cold) without enjoying it all (maybe a bit) 💦

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May! ✨

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

Ghostober Day 6: Creampie

Pairing: Aether/Dewdrop/Rain

Prompts put together by @kroas-adtam! Thank you!

“Doesn’t he look breathtaking like this, Rainy?” Aether makes way to let Rain have an even better view of Dew.

Notes: trans Dewdrop, terms used: dick, cunt, folds, entrance, pussy.

Read it here or on Ao3!

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The night starts off like it always does-drinks, a movie playing softly in the background, and easy conversation. Rain, Aether, and Dewdrop sit close on the couch. Dew is nestled against Aether, their legs are entwined, the easy intimacy of an established couple. Rain is right next to them, close enough to feel their warmth, Dew’s fingers brushing his thigh absently. It’s subtle…at first, casual enough that Rain tells himself it’s just platonic comfort.

But then, Aether takes Dewdrop’s face and pulls him in for a kiss that’s far from innocent. It’s filthy and slow, Dew melts into it, a soft moan escaping his lips. Rain’s breath hitches, he’s trying not to watch too closely, but Dew’s hand inches up his thigh, fingers just a little too close to his crotch for it to be anything other than deliberate. His pulse quickens, heat pooling low in his stomach.

Something’s happening. Something more than the usual laid-back hanging out. And Rain feels himself caught between the tension building in the room and the flood of nervous excitement rising in his chest. Secretly, he’s always been stupidly attracted to both of them. But he’s never had the guts to act on it, he has always been to afraid to cross a line he doesn’t fully understand. So he resigns himself to just watching, trying to control the reaction already stirring in his pants.

Dewdrop breaks the silence first, pulling back from the kiss, his voice playful but laced with intent. “You’ve been watching us all night, Rain. Haven’t you?”

Rain feels his face flush, heat creeping up his neck, but there’s no denying the desire stirring deep inside him. He shifts slightly, aware of how his pants are getting tighter by the second.

“Maybe,” he says, trying to keep his voice light, though it’s shaky. His pulse pounds in his ears, every nerve in his body focused on Dewdrop’s hand still resting dangerously close to his crotch.

Aether’s eyes darken, a slow smile spreading across his face as he pulls Dewdrop even closer, hands possessively gripping his hips.

“Maybe?” he echoes with amusement in his deep voice. “Seems like more than just ‘maybe,’ don’t you think?”

Rain swallows hard, torn between embarrassment and arousal, knowing they can both see right through him. Dewdrop’s hand inches higher, fingertips brushing against Rain’s growing bulge, and Rain has to bite down on a groan that threatens to spill out.

Dewdrop leans in closer, his lips grazing the shell of Rain’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “You like watching, don’t you?” Dew’s voice is low, teasing, but there’s a wicked gleam in his eye when he pulls back just enough to look at Rain.

“But we’ve been wondering... maybe you want more than just that?”

Rain’s breath catches, his heart racing at the implication. He can feel the weight of Aether’s gaze, but there’s no pressure, no force. Just an open door, an invitation.

“I-” Rain starts, but words fail him. He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to admit that yes, he’s thought about it, dreamed about it more times than he can count. He’s afraid to break the dynamic they’ve had for so long, but the way Dewdrop is looking at him, and the way Aether’s hand slides possessively over Dew’s thigh, makes him feel like the ground has already shifted beneath them.

Aether chuckles softly, sensing the hesitation, and shifts his attention to Rain, his voice gentler but still thick with desire. “It’s okay, Rain. We’re not pushing anything. If you want this, we want you with us. But if you don’t, we stop. No harm done.” His eyes hold steady on Rain, waiting, always making sure.

Rain’s heart pounds in his chest, the tension between them thick enough to drown in, but the care in Aether’s voice pulls him back from the edge of panic. They want him. Not just for tonight, but in a way that feels real, like he’s not just a curiosity or an afterthought. That knowledge settles deep inside him, easing the last of his doubt.

He nods, almost too eagerly, and stumbles over his words, “I want this. I want you.”

Aether’s smile widens, satisfied, as he leans back, watching Dewdrop’s hand finally move, more deliberate now as his fingers trail over the outline of Rain’s cock through his pants. “Good,” Aether murmurs. “Now sit back and watch how we do things. Then it’s your turn.”

Aether takes his time with Dewdrop, savoring every moment as he works his fingers in and out of him, spreading him open with slow, deliberate thrusts. Dewdrop’s breath is coming in ragged gasps, his body arching into Aether’s touch, hips rolling up to meet each thrust of his fingers. The slick sounds fill the room, and Rain, still seated on the couch, can’t tear his eyes away. Dew’s flushed skin glistens, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Aether draws out every ounce of his need, making him wetter with each passing second. Rain is sure that he rivals him by now.

Aether knows Dewdrop’s body better than anyone. He watches closely, feeling the way Dewdrop’s cunt clenches around his fingers as he curls them just right, hitting that perfect spot inside. Dew moans, his thighs trembling, and Aether pulls his fingers out slowly, savoring the sight of Dew’s pussy fluttering around nothing, desperate for more. He smirks, knowing Dew is ready, but drawing it out just a little longer, mainly to tease Rain.

Dewdrop’s legs are spread wide, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the couch, offering himself up to Aether in that perfect, submissive arch.

Aether, kneeling between Dew’s legs, takes his time, brushing his cock through Dew’s folds, letting the slick heat of Dewdrop’s arousal coat him. Dew gasps as their dicks meet.

But Dewdrop isn’t the only one on edge. Rain is squirming where he still sits on the couch, his own arousal impossible to ignore. His cock is straining painfully against his pants, and he’s positive he’s already soaked through his underwear with precum. He wants-no, needs-to touch himself, to give in to the desire.

Unable to resist any longer, Rain reaches out, his hands brushing over Aether’s broad, muscular back. Aether’s skin is warm under his palms, and Rain’s fingers trail lower, roaming over the tight planes of muscle before squeezing at Aether’s ass. He digs his fingers in, urging Aether forward, silently begging him to stop teasing and fuck Dewdrop already.

Aether lets out a low growl at the touch, giving Rain a glance and smirk over his shoulder before finally giving in. He wraps one strong hand around his cock, stroking himself a few times, teasing Dewdrop’s entrance with the thick head. Dewdrop’s breath hitches, his hips bucking up, needy and impatient, but Aether takes his time, sliding himself through Dew’s folds slowly, letting him feel every inch.

Rain watches in breathless anticipation as Aether presses in deeper, guiding his girthy cock to Dewdrop’s soaked entrance. Dewdrop lets out a sharp, needy moan as Aether finally pushes inside, his cunt stretching to take him, inch by inch. Aether sinks deeper, his pace measured and controlled, his free hand splaying across Dewdrop’s stomach to hold him steady. Dew’s legs tremble as Aether bottoms out, his body arching as he adjusts to the stretch.

Rain is transfixed, watching Aether and Dewdrop move together, the slick heat between them filling the room. His hand twitches, aching to join, but he stays frozen in place, his own arousal pulsing, every nerve in his body on fire as he watches the two ghouls together.

Aether lets out a low groan, hips grinding slowly against Dewdrop’s, savoring the feeling of being buried inside him. He pulls back just enough to watch Dew’s cunt clench around him, desperate to keep him in, and then thrusts back in with a smooth, powerful stroke that has Dewdrop gasping.

Rain’s fingers tighten on Aether’s ass, his breath hitching as he feels Aether move, muscles flexing beneath his touch. “Fuck him,” Rain murmurs, voice thick with lust, and Aether, ever so obliging, picks up the pace, driving into Dewdrop with deep, rhythmic thrusts that leave both of them moaning.

The room feels like it's spinning, heavy with heat, sweat, and lust, and Rain knows it’s only a matter of time before Aether tips Dew and himself over the edge.

Just a few thrusts later, Aether comes deep into his partner, pumping copious amounts of cum into the little fire ghoul. Dew’s cunt clenches tightly around him, milking every drop of his release.

After a bit Aether pulls out slowly, almost reluctantly, his cock slick and glistening with a mix of their arousal. As he slips free, Rain’s breath catches at the sight-Dewdrop’s cunt is soaked, Aether’s cum already starting to leak out in thick rivulets, spilling over Dew’s folds and onto the couch below.

“Doesn’t he look breathtaking like this, Rainy?” Aether makes way to let Rain have an even better view of Dew.

Rain swallows and nods, absentmindedly licking his lips.

“I know you want a taste, Rain,” he murmurs, eyes locking with Rain's, dark and intense. “Come on… get over here and clean Dew up with that eager tongue of yours.”

The command sends a shiver down Rain’s spine, his pulse quickening at the thought. Aether’s lips curl into a slow, sinful smile as he adds, “And when he’s nice and clean… I’ll let you fill him up again and again.”

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Tenth Drink Free- Chapter 2

Chapter 2/10- Star Taglist: @skele-bunny @rain-loves-scallops @dewphomet

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Second chapter let’s fucking goooooo In this one I’m gonna delve more into Dew’s mind, his backstory, and his (frankly awful) mental health. Oh and he’s going to jork his peanits in the shower. Warning for mentions of/allusions to self-harm and self-destructive behavior.

“You seem excited.” Rain remarks, draping himself over the back of the couch with a smug grin. Dew looks up from his cereal to glare at him.

“What gave you that impression?” He asks.

“You’re up before 10, you don’t have anything on your calendar for today, and you’ve got the closing shift tonight. There must be something going on that you’re excited for.” Rain counts off on his fingers. “Ooooh, have you got a date?”

(Read the rest below or on AO3)

“Why do you care?” Dew grumbles. “Looking for gossip? Wondering if I’m still single?”

“Oh, I know you’re still single. I’m just checking in on you. As a friend.” Rain bats his stupidly long eyelashes at Dew. “What’s so important that it got you out of bed at the ungodly hour of 9:24 in the morning?”

Dew knew the reason, he’d spent most of his afternoon and evening the previous day agonizing over Big Sexy like a schoolkid with a crush. He’d analyzed every word of their short conversation and picked apart every glance, trying to glean whatever subtext he could from it. THEN he’d had a particularly exciting dream that woke him up at 6. After about 45 minutes of vigorously jerking it, he’d given it a rest after his third orgasm. At that point he was too awake to go back to sleep so he’d just busied himself with various little tasks until he got hungry enough to venture out.

“Fucked my sleep schedule.” He shrugs.

“At least you fucked something.” Rain remarks, turning back around and plopping himself back on the couch. “I’m getting ready for class.”

“Well good for you. Enjoy your boring-ass lecture, I’ll be here writing music and playing video games.” Dew sniffs.

“Enjoy that, I guess. Hope you like that coffee shop.” Rain snips back.

The words stung a bit, even though they’re nothing Dew hadn’t heard- or thought -before. He’d escaped his small town by bus on his eighteenth birthday with his guitar and just enough money to get by for a few months. By the grace of some god, Rain was looking for a roommate in the area he ended up in.

He’d managed to get a job at Cloudy Skies by borderline begging Cumulus to hire him at his interview. It wasn’t entirely manipulation, he’d had a long day and had been rejected from five jobs in the past week. It was nearing the end of the month and his portion of rent was due soon and he was afraid he’d be forced to sell his beloved guitar. He couldn’t help breaking down when Cumulus asked about his lack of past employment. He still felt guilty for it, even though it was six years ago.

He doesn’t realize how deafening his silence was until Rain’s head pops up from behind the back of the couch again.

“I’m sorry.” The other man says softly. “I didn’t mean-“

“You’re fine.” Dew reassures him. “It’s… well, you know. A bit sore.”

“That’s fair. Sorry for bringing it up.” Rain sighs sheepishly. Dew just nods and returns his attention to his cereal.

He’d like to go to college, get a degree in music or music education, but he’s broke. His job pays enough to cover rent and groceries and medication but that doesn’t leave much left over to pay for any classes. Student loans aren’t much of an option for him either, he doesn’t have much credit and being in debt stresses him out severely. He’s scared he’ll be stuck working customer service his entire life, a starving artist overlooked by everyone.

The texture of soggy cereal in his mouth almost makes him gag. He gets up from the table and puts his bowl in the sink, heading back to his room.

The rest of the morning passes normally once Dew cheers himself up again. He even manages to snag the pedal he was after (granted, for a little more than what he’d limited himself to spend, but whatever). He then celebrates by parking himself on the living room couch with a family sized bag of Takis and a controller and dedicates the next few hours to Resident Evil.

Eventually Dew gets bored and wanders back to his room to get dressed for work. He finds himself actually caring about his outfit for once. He settles on celestial-patterned skinny jeans and a black and red button-up shirt. He’s even compelled to slap on some eyeliner.

He realizes halfway through the eyeliner application process that he might be doing this in case he sees Aether again. He groans, drops his makeup pencil on the desk, and leans back to stare at the ceiling. He was too old to be having a crush. He had more important things to worry about. He wasn’t in high school anymore, putting on his best “pastor’s daughter” act and fluttering his eyelashes at the football team captain. That guy turned out to be an asshole anyway.

“Come on.” Dew grumbles. “You are a grown ass man.” He knows the drill- be infatuated by someone for a few weeks, create an idea of what they’re like in his head, finally push down his self-loathing enough to talk to them, and be disappointed by how they actually are. It’s happened too many times to count. It’d only turned out positively once- with Rain. They’d fucked a few times but decided to stay as friends, much to Dew’s relief.

He picks up the pencil again and finishes his makeup. He almost doesn’t want to see Aether again. He’d just be disappointed and go home and sulk in bed and give Rain another reason to tease him.

But he has bills to pay and a six-stringed child to care for. So he hauls his ass to Cloudy Skies, clocks in, and parks himself behind the register. He just has to get through a 5-hour shift. He can do five hours, that’s like three runthroughs of his favorite playlist.

“Hi D-dew!” Aeon chirps with a wave. Dew gives them a nod and a brief smile as he passes them in the kitchen. Aeon’s the most recent hire, a bright-eyed (well, in only one eye, the other was blind) 20-year-old computer science student working part-time. Dew doesn’t like change so he wasn’t a fan of Aeon to begin with, but they’ve grown on him. They’re like him- a weird kid trying to carve out a safe place in a scary world. He’d taken them under his wing as soon as he’d gotten used to having another person in the shop. He’d almost torn Swiss a new asshole the only time he dared to mock their stutter.

Dew glances around to make sure Cirrus wasn’t around and pops in one of his shitty wireless earbuds. Some music would make his shift a tiny bit more bearable. The opening notes of Toxicity filter through the tinny speaker of the earbud and he sighs with relief.

The afternoon crowd of students begin to flood into the shop and he’s quickly busy making drinks and heating up pastries. Sunny joins him behind the counter to help, thankfully.

He’s so busy with work that he doesn’t notice Aether has entered until he’s staring at that glorious chest with- dear lord, his shirt is unbuttoned an absolutely slutty amount.

”Hey, what can I get fOr you?” Dew’s voice cracks and he inwardly cringes.

”Hi, can I have a, um-“ Aether looks down at his hand. Dew sees smudged purple ink creeping over the side of his palm. “Cold brew with hazelnut syrup? Large, please.”

The same thing as last time- Dew’s own recommendation. His heart flutters. Stop it.

He grabs a large cold cup and jots down the order- and Aether’s name- before punching it into the register. “Yep. Anything else?”

”That’s it, thank you.” Aether smiles and Dew notices his crooked teeth. Fucking adorable. Jesus, stop it. You’re on the clock. 

“That’s $5.06.” Dew manages to get out. He takes the cash Aether hands over, along with the punch card. The hole punch today is a star. The heart-shaped hole from last time taunts him.

”I’ll have that right out for you.” He tells Aether as he hands the card over and slides the cup into the queue waiting to be filled. He allows his eyes to linger for a second on Aether’s absolutely perfect ass as he leaves before he turns to serve the next customer.

Between taking orders and making drinks, Dew sneaks glances over at where Aether’s decided to sit. He’s pulled out a laptop covered in stickers and seems to be studying. He’s wearing glasses, much to Dew’s delight (followed by annoyance) and his brows are slightly furrowed. Goddamnit. Out of all the people to have a puppy crush on it had to be a customer. Fucking amazing, thank you brain.

When Dew ventures into the back to take his break, he’s cut off by a very smug-looking Swiss leaning against the counter.

”So.” The man starts. “Sunny told me you have a crush.”

”Well, she’d be wrong. I don’t have crushes.” Dew ducks under his arm and makes a beeline for the back door. How did she know already? What the actual fuck?

”If you say so.” Swiss shrugs. Dew slams the back door before he can continue.

He eyes the brick wall, wondering if it’s worth it to punch. He’s gotta get his annoyance out somehow before he snaps at someone. He settles for kicking it instead. It only relieves his tension a little bit.

Dew digs his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and sparks one up. The acrid smell calms him despite burning his nostrils. He hates the taste and smell of cigarettes but at least it’s something he can rely on to calm him. Vaping just doesn’t bring the same satisfaction- he’s tried. He knows he’s gotta quit but he’d just turn to other bad habits to replace it. He’s convinced himself it’s a form of harm reduction.

Dew grinds his teeth together. He’s thinking about his emotions again. He can’t afford to sink into self-pity again. He needs to pull himself together before he starts crying. He hasn’t cried in years and he’s not about to start now. Especially not at work.

His cig is only half-finished but he stubs it out anyway and heads back inside. A glass of water and a mint rinse the taste out of his mouth and he takes his place at the big industrial sink in the kitchen for dish duty. He’s glad he doesn’t have to interact with customers for the rest of his shift. As much as he’d like to ogle Aether, it’s probably best if he takes his mind off him.

He scrubs pans and mugs and plates and utensils and baking tools until his forearms burn and turns up his music. He estimates his playlist has cycled through about two and a half times by the time Sunny taps him out at the sink.

“Stop spreading gossip about me.” He tells her, a bit harsher than he intended it to be. “Swiss is gonna be on my case for months, you know how he is.”

“Maybe you should get off your ass and ask him out. It’s the big guy, button up shirt, nice piercings, right?” Sunny grins at him and flutters her eyelashes. “He’s hot. Might have to make a move if you don’t.”

Dew sighs. “I don’t have a crush. Yeah, he’s hot, but I’ve got no desire to date him,” He hisses under his breath. The little lovesick voice in his head wails at the thought of Aether going out with someone else.

“Sounds like someone who’s got a crush…” She whispers back and winks at him. “Cir wants you to clear the pastry counter, by the way. Enjoy the view.”

Dew doesn’t dignify that last remark with an answer, only takes his earbuds out and walks over to Cirrus at the other end of the kitchen. She looks up from jotting notes on her clipboard and rubs her eyes.

“Hey Dew. Could you do me a favor and empty out the glass display?” She asks while stifling a yawn. “Sorry. Long day.”

“Understandable. I’ll get right on that.” Dew gives her a two-finger salute, which she returns. His spirits lifted somewhat at the prospect of first dibs on the leftover treats, he trots back out behind the counter.

Aeon sits at the stool behind the register, sneakily tapping away at their phone. Dew bumps them with his shoulder as he passes.

“Careful. Cirrus’ll give you an earful if she sees you on your phone,” he mutters. “I swear, she acts like an overbearing mother sometimes.”

“I know. I w-would have put it away if I’d-d heard her footst-steps.” Aeon shoots him a conspiratorial grin. Dew blinks.

“You’ve memorized her footsteps?” He asks, somewhat amazed. “In three weeks of being here?”

Aeon shrugs. “I’m good at-t patterns.” They turn back down to their phone and resume tapping. Dew sneaks a peek at their screen and sees they’re filling out a Sudoku puzzle with frightening speed. He shrugs and lets them be.

The pastry display is picked clean, only a few crescent rolls and a lone muffin remain. Dew picks them out with tongs and places them on a plate. On habit he glances over to the corner where Aether sat- and still sits, to his surprise. He seems to be taking a break from studying, instead leaning back in his chair and reading a book.

Dew opens the warmer on the countertop and slides the muffin inside. He adds one of the crescent rolls after some consideration and shuts the machine. The few minutes it takes to warm up the pastries are spent wiping down counters and collecting tools to be washed.

He returns from the kitchen and slides the baked goods from the warmer onto a plate. He hesitates, takes a deep breath, and walks out into the seating area.

Aether looks up as he approaches, pushing his glasses up to his forehead with a tired smile.

“We’re closing in around twenty minutes.” Dew lowers his voice a bit, glancing at the few other people in the shop. “Thought you might want some leftover snacks. Don’t tell anyone.” He smiles and sets the plate next to Aether’s laptop.

“Oh, awesome. I was just wondering what I was gonna have for dinner.” The man smiles with those adorable crooked teeth. “Thanks for the heads up. And the food.”

“‘Course.” Dew smiles back, stomach doing flips. He sneaks a peek at Aether’s book- it’s a well-worn paperback with… two shirtless men on the cover. Well, that answered the question on whether he liked men or not. Dew actually had a chance.

He walks away to notify the other stragglers and wipe down tables. Aether only leaves five minutes before closing, waving at Dew as he did. Goddamnit he’s cute.

Dew has another cigarette on his way home to try to clear his head. He knows Rain hates the smell of smoke but he’ll shower as soon as he gets home.

The front door squeals as Dew enters the apartment, making him wince. He kicks his boots off, drops his bag, and makes his way to his room. Rain’s door is closed so he’s either gaming or jerking off. Dew fights the urge to just collapse on his bed. He knows he’ll never get up that way, and he’d rather not have aching ribs tomorrow from over-binding.

So he grabs his sleeping shirt and fresh underwear and drags himself to the bathroom. He’s out of makeup remover so he just rubs his eyes with a damp cotton pad until his eyeliner is gone. It leaves the skin raw and he winces.

The hot shower water soothes him. He closes his eyes as he massages shampoo into his hair and allows his mind to drift. It immediately goes to Big Sexy. He’s too tired to resist it- fantasizing would probably get the silly crush out of his system faster anyway.

He imagines Aether’s hands in his hair, combing through it gently as they kiss. How warm his lips would be, the scratch of his beard scruff against his neck, his large hands holding Dew’s waist, squeezing his chest, pushing his thighs open-

“Haaaaah…” Dew leans against the shower wall and tips his head back to avoid the spray. His hands explore his body- not as big as Aether’s, but he can pretend. His hand finally dips between his legs to find himself already slick and ready.

He pushes his middle and ring fingers into his cunt with a gasp. “Aether…” He pumps them in and out, imagining the bigger man’s fingers instead. The fingers of his other hand pet over his clit as he imagines Aether’s tongue in their place. Dark blue eyes look up at him through long brown eyelashes, fingers curling right up into that perfect spot, a low chuckle as Dew whines.

He imagines Aether pulling back and he whines again. “Noooooo…” Fantasy-Aether just grins, uses those big hands to flip him onto his stomach, and eases his cock into him. Dew adds two more fingers, moaning at the stretch. “Aeth- oh my god-“

Fantasy-Aether fucks him hard and deep, groaning unspeakably sexy things in Dew’s ear. Dew cums hard, thighs shaking as he clenches and flutters around his fingers. He sinks to his knees and braces his hand on the side of the bathtub as he rides out his orgasm.

“Fuck…” Dew mumbles as he washes off his hands in the now- lukewarm water. He’s embarrassed now- he just jerked off to a customer. He hasn’t technically done anything wrong, he’s free to crank it to whatever his dick desires, but he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to look Aether in the eyes for a good week. Incredibly awkward.

He gets out of the shower, dries off, and changes into pajamas. ‘Pajamas’ is pushing it though, it’s one of those T-shirts with three wolves superimposed over a full moon and forest that’s four sizes too big and boxers.

Dew returns to his room, hair still wrapped up in a towel, and collapses into bed. He’s tired from having emotions all the time. It makes him have to think about his life and if he does that too much he starts to spiral. A therapist would probably tell him to start thinking about his emotions and to stop smoking, but he doesn’t have a therapist. He’s fine as is, as long as he takes his meds. He pays too much for them anyway, he’s not gonna shell out another hundred a week for someone with a degree to tell him to breathe.

There he goes, spiraling again. Dew punches his pillow in frustration. As he rolls onto his back his eyes fall on the notebook on the floor next to his guitar.

He hasn’t journaled in years. The idea makes him want to laugh but… if he can get his thoughts out of his head and onto paper maybe they’ll leave him the fuck alone.

Dew drags himself out of bed and settles on the floor with the notebook. He chews on the cap of the pen tucked into the wire spine and hesitantly touches the tip of the pen to the page.

The next thing he knows he’s filled three pages, front and back. His handwriting is messier than usual- almost illegible- and he can barely remember what he wrote. Probably for the best.

Tearing the pages out of the notebook, Dew crumples them up and reels his arm back to toss them into his garbage can. He hesitates.

Instead, he opens one of his dresser drawers and shoves the wadded paper way into the back. It finds a home among his holey socks and empty deodorant sticks (he really should throw those out). He shoves the drawer closed a little harder than he really needs to. It feels good.

He takes his hair out of the towel and tosses it across the room. He’s too tired to put it into its usual braid, he doesn’t care if it’s frizzy tomorrow. Finally, Dew crawls under the covers with his hair still damp and goes to sleep.

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What You've Done, You Cannot Undo (Medieval AU)

Epilogue

As summer fades, the ghouls settle in further. New friends and relationships blossom, and a new band performs their first ritual in the local village.

Rating: M Content: possessive behavior Words: 4812

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Not bad for a fic that was meant to be 5 chapters and about 15k words… this was supposed to be a quick little fic that I wrote before moving on to write the longer soulmates AU I’ve been planning since around March! 

As I think I've mentioned, this isn't the end! This was always supposed to be a Raindrop fic, and so Swissalps's story will be continued in a sequel. I'll be dropping the first chapter shortly, and I have a special invitation for it if anyone wants that in their ask box! message me or reply if you'd be interested?

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The weeks passed, the summer fading further every day. With the final harvests nearly all brought in and the trees painting themselves in a hundred shades of amber and gold, autumn was finally upon the Abbey. No amount of dulling of the colours of nature could dull the passion of Rain and Dew’s relationship however, even as they found themselves slipping into a routine. For the Abbey’s fire ghouls, it was all hands on deck to help keep the grain dry, yet amidst his busy schedule Dew still found ample time to luxuriate in him and his pack’s safe and comfortable new home. Most importantly though, he thought, he had time to spend with his m– Rain.  

Dew had to stop himself for the thousandth time from thinking of Rain as his mate. To him, the rituals were practically complete. Having passed on his amulet, he had opened his heart and shared his soul. For Rain though, he knew they were only at the end of the first step of the many that comprised a water ghoul's courting ritual. They had many months left before Rain would have completed his side of the tradition; the next step being gifts that were less about being pretty, and more practical gifts for their future together. Dew had no way of knowing that Rain was already hard at work on that front; taking advice from his new pod of water ghouls on the best kinds of kelp to harvest from the lake here, and the weaving patterns that would create the softest possible blankets from it. Dew was happy to wait for Rain however; even if it took millennia, he would wait for him. 

As the weeks passed for Dew and Rain and their relationship grew both deeper and stronger, Swiss and Mountain continued to dance around each other, both backing out of making the final move at the last second. Their friendship had never been stronger, and with that came the higher pressure of what was a stake if their feelings were not reciprocated. 

Aether could see straight through their – at times – comedically oblivious behaviour. He had known Mountain for so many years now, and Swiss a great number too, that he could decipher the thoughts running through their heads just like reading a book. Seeing his pack couple off like they were doing could have made him feel lonely and jealous, he supposed. Considering his thoughts however, he couldn't find a scrap of negativity towards any of them. Really, he was just happy to see his pack happy.  

He had a fulfilling life; a pack, new friends around the Abbey. Aether had always said that he was happy alone, with no desire to settle with a mate. Admittedly, Mountain had said something similar when they first met, but Swiss seemed to have been an exception there. Over the recent weeks since Cumulus had properly introduced them, Aether had especially been enjoying getting to know Cowbell. The quiet ghoul's steady, timeless attitude felt grounding amongst the recent chaos of his life, and Aether could tell they seemed as delighted to have made a new friend as he was. 

Aether’s role in the infirmary was also going better than he could have expected. Astra had quickly seen how unnecessary any training she could offer him would be, and had set him up mentoring some of the younger quintessence ghouls. To his mild amusement, he had gained a small gaggle of quintessence ghouls who followed him around the infirmary like little ducklings, hanging on his every word and keen to lap up every scrap of knowledge he imparted. Aether found he enjoyed that side of his new role more than he had expected, and looked forward to teaching the younger ghouls each shift. 

With the Harvest Festival quickly approaching, one of the main tasks of the infirmary ghouls had been to prepare a supply of tinctures and remedies for the ghouls and siblings alike who would inevitably indulge a little too heavily in the Abbey’s famous blackberry wine. Due to his extensive knowledge of medicinal plants and herbs, Astra had delegated the task of organising this to Aether, who had grasped the extra responsibilities firmly. 

Before the festival however, came the one thing that was more exciting to the pack; Swiss, and Copia’s first musical engagement in the local tavern. Sunshine and Mountain were also heavily occupied now in rehearsals for it, the three ghouls – and one human – doing an excellent job of hiding their nerves from the rest of the pack. 

The pack was something else that had grown stronger at the Abbey, thought Aether. It hadn’t taken long for the five ghouls to begin to see the ghoulettes they lived their lives in such proximity to as more than just casual friends. Dew had clearly seen them as family long before the others had, but within the span of time they had been here the other ghouls also came to see them as an interwoven part of their lives. 

The ghoulettes, Cirrus and Cumulus in particular, had been referring to the new ghouls as pack, long before they were aware of it. The Den had become so much more crowded and noisier since they arrived, but none of the ghoulettes would change it for the world. The Abbey could feel large and lonely at times, and the constant presence of at least one member of the newly extended pack made everything feel cosier.  

Indeed, the concert – Aether still found calling it a “Ritual” to be laughable, although he would be happy to be proved wrong – was to be their first true pack adventure. The nine ghouls, plus Cowbell, Copia and several Siblings of Sin, were all planning to make the journey down the hill to support their leader’s latest passion project. Cowbell had offered to drive them in the large horse and cart usually used for their monthly grocery runs to the village, and as such the event was developing quite a party-like atmosphere. 

Even amongst the ghouls not attending, most either too busy or incapable of holding an adequate glamour, the day held excitement and novelty. There was a general buzz in the air throughout the Abbey, and it was riding this high that inspired most of the ghouls to finalise their remaining chores before the harvest festival the following day. 

One ghoul in particular who seemed to be buoyed along by the jubilant environment was a young, dark-haired fire ghoul. He was comparatively new to the Abbey, arriving some years after Dew left. Swiss was hurrying back to the Den, bringing armfuls of freshly-washed clothes from the laundry when the fire ghoul strode up to him with a self-assured, almost cocky, grin. 

“Good luck for tonight,” he purred in a low voice like treacle, reaching out a muscular arm to lay a hand on Swiss�� own bicep, “I’ll be at the festival tomorrow, if you want to get a celebratory drink together?” 

Swiss stood confused: he couldn’t remember ever speaking to this ghoul before, and certainly not in a way that would cause him to be so familiar with him. He hoisted the pile of clothes further into his arms, trying to think of a polite was to ask who he was exactly. 

“I, um…” Swiss trailed off, distracted by a low noise ringing in his ears. He shook his head slightly, trying to dislodge it but to no avail: if anything, it seemed to be getting louder. A dark and earthy scent suddenly assaulted his senses, and he wondered if he was falling ill, or if he had been cursed or something. It seemed the fire ghoul could feel it too though, as Swiss saw the colour drain from his face, rendering his tanned, olive skin an ashy grey. His terrified eyes were fixed on a point above and behind Swiss, and he stood frozen like a deer caught in a ranger's torchlight. Swiss cautiously turned around, half expecting to see some kind of nether-worldly monster oozing out of the wall. 

All he saw was Mountain however, stood tall and stony-faced with a dark aura emanating from him. The added height of his antler-like horns meant he cut an imposing figure. His lip curled into a snarl as he growled again, and a new wave of that woodsy, almost possessive scent washed over Swiss. As much as it seemed to be scaring the fire ghoul, Swiss thought it smelled divine. He smiled at Mountain with a questioning head-tilt, wondering where this strange behaviour was coming from so suddenly. The Earth ghoul’s eyes were fixed on the fire ghoul however, who managed to unfreeze for long enough to stutter out a disjointed sentence. 

“I’m sorry!” He looked like he was staring straight into the face of death himself. “I didn’t know, I’m sorry!” 

With a jerk of his head, Mountain dismissed him, sending the terrified fire ghoul scuttling down the hallway as fast as he could run, his tail between his legs. Once he was out of sight, Mountain seemed to calm down. His expression softened, and the air around him seemed lighter again.  

“What was all that about?” Swiss asked, confused by the earth ghoul’s sudden black mood, and the even more sudden departure of the unknown fire ghoul.  

Mountain muttered something Swiss didn’t catch and started relieving him of the large bundle of black clothes in his arms. Swiss trailed back to the Den beside him, still utterly confused by the interaction that had just taken place. 

“Was I meant to know who that was?” He mused aloud. “He acted so familiar, yet I can’t remember him from anywhere!” 

Mountain almost dropped the clothes, as he doubled over and snorted with laughter, previous aggressive attitude long behind him now that he had the multi ghoul to himself again. Was Swiss seriously that clueless about the fire ghoul’s unsubtle actions? Ever since he’d known him, Swiss had been taking advantage of the humans’ proclivity for flirting with him, often reciprocating if he thought it would secure him more work, or tips and favours. He couldn’t think what would have changed now to make him so oblivious, unless it was simply that it was another ghoul, rather than a human? 

“He was clearly flirting with you, Snapdragon!” Mountain guffawed in disbelief. “Could you really not tell?” 

Swiss’s quizzical expression suggested that no, he had not been aware of that. Adding to his confusion was Mountain’s reaction: he seemed to be finding the fire ghoul’s actions funny now, but what had the growling and – he realised what it was now – scenting been about? The bounce in the taller ghoul’s gait could only be described as victorious, and he chose to file all the hope about why that could be away until after their performance tonight. That wasn’t a distraction he would allow himself today, not when Copia was relying on him. 

Swiss had a suspicion however – one he kept to himself – about why he hadn’t grasped what the fire ghoul was really suggesting, and it had everything to do with the earth ghoul trotting slightly ahead of him. He was self-aware enough to know his feelings for Mountain bordered on infatuation, and he figured that now he had become used to the intensity of those feelings that he had forgotten what anything smaller felt like. The thrill of attraction, or of a newly developing crush felt so insignificant now that they were dwarfed by the magnitude of his feelings for the earth ghoul. He only had eyes for Mountain, and the thought of anyone else thinking they stood a chance in the battle for his heart was laughable to him. Hastening his steps to catch up with Mountain, Swiss fell into step with him to revel in being by his side once again. 

Reaching the Den just before they did was an excitable Dewdrop. He burst through the main door, and then into the room he shared with Rain, brandishing a dull metal object. 

“Look!” He exclaimed to a slightly startled Rain lounging in their nest. “A horseshoe!”  

Rain could see that, although what he couldn’t see was why Dew was quite so excited about such a mundane object. He smiled at him with a questioning tilt of his head and waited for Dew to elaborate. 

“The humans do something with them at weddings,” Dew explained as he joined Rain on the bed, still clutching the curved iron shape, “something about them catching luck? I thought we could hang it on our door!” 

He held it out for Rain to examine, demonstrating how it could look like a vessel for capturing luck when held in a U-shape. Rain took it from him, and it really was just a regular horseshoe: slightly rusted and worn down from use. More interesting than the horseshoe though, Rain realised that this was the first time Dew had ever brought back something to keep for himself. He let Dew chatter on about needing to find a hammer and some nails, if they should think about painting their door before or after mounting the horseshoe, and what colour Rain would like if so, would he like teal? Rain nodded along, only half his mind on the conversation. The other half was preoccupied celebrating this relatively large step for Dewdrop; this was yet more proof that he was finally starting to settle properly and relax, putting down roots for himself and Rain, finally feeling a sense of permanence. 

“I got it when I went to see Cowbell just now,” Dew elaborated, “to check if they’re all ready to drive the cart down to the village tonight. They were just reshoeing the mare we brought with us from the village, so that means this shoe played a part in getting us out of there! It really is lucky!” 

Rain melted further. It was becoming increasingly apparent that deep down Dew had the potential to be an incredibly sentimental ghoul, and he couldn't wait to see how that continued. 

“It seems to be working so far then,” Rain murmured, holding it up, “I've had nothing but luck since you came back for me.” 

With that, he leaned in to steal a kiss; both the horseshoe and all talk of home décor soon being forgotten. 

The day seemed both to drag and pass all too quickly at the same time. Before they knew it, Swiss, Mountain and Sunshine were all dressed, and carefully buffing the metal masks that were a part of their outfits one final time. Copia had decided they added a nice touch to their costumes; the shining horns hinting at their ghoulish nature without actually revealing it. The whole Den was alive with excitement and nerves, the fervour growing as the light outside began to fade. 

Walking out to the front courtyard to meet Cowbell with the cart, Swiss proudly led the way with his guitar strapped to his back. This felt familiar, and more importantly it felt right; doubly so with Mountain by his side. Cowbell was leaned against the wooden trailer, as human-looking as anyone could remember ever seeing them before. They were smiling softly, although slightly apprehensively, as the pack approached. Behind the pack followed the Siblings of Sin, who had initially been keen for an evening out but now seemed to be regretting their decision. Swiss could smell the waves of alarm pouring off them as they got closer, none of them used to interacting with the ancient ghoul who lived in the stables. 

“Good evening, dear ghoul!”  

Copia greeted Cowbell as he bustled forward and hoisted himself up next to them at the front of the cart. The rest of them would be travelling in the back, even though none of them were particularly keen to be sharing the space. They had no choice however, and the Siblings dutifully lined up behind the crush of ghouls that were piling in and jostling for space on the narrow wooden benches. Rain and Dew happily squeezed themselves into a corner, and Swiss settled himself into another; Mountain willingly joining him and shuffling closer until their thighs were pressed tight against each other. There was eventually space made for everyone and with a jolt, the cart set off. The sudden motion and continued bumping along the cobbles of the courtyard threw Mountain even closer into Swiss. Even once they were onto the smoother path into the village, he remained plastered along Swiss’ side as the countryside flew by.  

It really was a beautiful evening, Swiss though as he glanced out at the trees and fields around them. The orange sunset cast its glow over everything, making the whole world look like it was on fire. Most vibrant of all however was Mountain; his auburn hair glowing in the light like it was itself aflame. With his large horns glamoured away, the russet glow was all that served to make him appear as otherworldly as he did. Swiss thought that the whole world around them could truly be on fire, and he would be happy to sit and burn if only to stare at Mountain for a second longer.  

They continued rattling down the hill towards the village, and Swiss felt a pang of longing when he spotted Dew with his head leaning on Rain’s chest; held against his front by the water ghoul's long arms. He wished he could be so casually affectionate with mountain, but he dared not. He wouldn’t allow himself to dream that until he had first concluded the hard part – making sure they really were both on the same page. He didn’t deserve such a reward without the prior work, he thought.  

All too soon they were slowing to a stop outside a wide stone building that was emitting a narrow stream of smoke from its chimney: the village tavern. The Siblings practically fell out of the cart, their instincts screaming at them to put some distance between themselves and the ghouls. 

“Go, my Children, enjoy yourselves!” Copia laughed as they threw themselves towards the tavern door. 

The ghouls were only slightly more restrained as they clambered down and spilled into the building. Cowbell made no move to follow the others inside, instead staying next to the pair of horses, stroking one's nose. Aether paused, looking back at them. 

“You aren't coming in?” he asked, worried that the ghoul didn’t realise that they were welcome in too. Cowbell shook their head. They didn’t like crowds, especially human ones, as the noise and bustle were too much for their deeply ancient mind to handle. Despite that, the biggest thing stopping them now however was their appearance: Cowbell gestured to their feet, where Aether saw that their hooves were very much still visible. 

“My glamour’s incomplete,” they shrugged, “’m out of practice. It’s been centuries since I last used it.” 

One day, Aether thought, he would ask Cowbell just how old they really were. He suspected it was millennia. 

“Go inside with the others,” Cowbell smiled a wonky smile, “I’ll be happier listening out here anyway. Besides, I have company.” They stroked the second horse. Reluctantly, Aether followed after the rest of the rabble he called pack, throwing a final look back at Cowbell. They were muttering something in the horse’s ear while continuing to pet them. It sounded to Aether like they were speaking Infernal, a language only spoken in the pit, or so he thought. The horse didn’t seem perturbed though, and she whinnied happily at the attention. 

Inside the tavern, the atmosphere was jovial already. The large room was dimly lit, wood-panelled walls and supporting columns all stained dark with years of fire and tobacco smoke. Scattered across the panelling were a patchwork of lighter sections from recent and less-recent repairs. The only lighting came from lanterns that lined the walls and hung directly from the vaulted ceiling, as well as a small number of candles dotted on tables that lent a cosy and friendly air to the place.  

Better lit however, was the makeshift stage against the wall. It was slightly raised, simply built from a few wooden planks resting on crates, but it did the job. On the other side was the bar, its countertop polished as smooth as glass from generations of patrons leaning on it. Along its length were a line of stools with faded fabric covers, and the remaining floor space was filled with a hodgepodge of tables and chairs, scattering in increasingly private settings ranging from the centre of the room to corners almost entirely shrouded in darkness. 

Leaping lightly onto the stage, Copia looked resplendent in his robes, with his face painted black and white in the mimicry of a skull. Swiss thought he cut an imposing figure, when he wasn’t turning around to look at his ghouls with nerve-tinged excitement at least. The man stretched his arms out wide, the candlelight flickering off his bedazzled chasuble and truly making him look like the head of the dark church. 

Before long, the tables began to fill up with locals, intrigued by the talk of visiting musicians from the mysterious Abbey up at the top of the hill. Rain, Dew and the other ghouls not performing settled themselves at the table nearest the stage, Dew looking particularly excited and practically bouncing in his seat beside Rain. Swiss didn’t know what had overtaken him recently, but he seemed so much lighter and carefree now. He assumed it was Rain. The bustling crowd completely filled the tavern as the four musicians took their places on stage. Swiss caught Mountain’s eye once he was settled on the box he used as percussion. He saw the twin green flashes of his eyes behind his mask wink at him, silently wishing him luck. Swiss beamed back at him, his teeth glinting in the firelight through the bottom of his mask. With a final tune of his guitar, and another smile at Sunny, Swiss nodded to Copia and the man addressed the crowd. 

The ritual passed in a blur, and before Swiss knew it, they were leaving the stage to rapturous applause and cheers. As he stepped down onto the solid floor, Swiss had a large beer thrust into his hands by a grinning stranger. The jubilant atmosphere continued as the night wore on, the ghouls and their Papa swept up with the crowd, never finding their tankards dry. Even the ghouls who had not been performing seemed to be having fun, spending the local money Copia had given them to allow them to fit in and enjoy the night. The man himself was circling through the crowd, inviting anyone and everyone to the Abbey’s harvest festival the following night. His plan to spread their message was going better than any one of them could have imagined, and he had gained the interest of several curious village members.  

The noise and ruckus were proving too much for Aether however, and after a while of watching Dew and Swiss race each other to down their pints, he grabbed a pair of tankards and slipped out the door. Another musician had taken the stage, an accordion player, and Aether found Cowbell tapping along to the beat on the frame and iron wheels of the cart with two sticks like it was a drum kit. Aether chuckled as he approached. 

“Copia ought to make the band all wear floor-length robes, then you could join them!” 

Cowbell looked slightly sheepish at being caught, but their forked tongue slipped out as they smiled anyway. They joined Aether where he perched on some crates and accepted one of the beers gratefully. Apart from the rhythmic sound of one foot and one hoof tapping on the ground, they sat in a comfortable silence; two friends enjoying each other’s quiet, unhurried company. 

Back inside, Swiss could feel every drop of alcohol going to his head, and he thought Mountain must be feeling it too. The night was blurring together into a busy cacophony of singing, cheering and laughing. The one thing he could feel coherently was the constant, grounding pressure of Mountain’s hands on him. The earth ghoul had slunk across the tavern to join him, then barely let him go all evening, always keeping a hold of his waist or hip, or letting their shoulders press against each other. If their tails weren’t safely hidden away, Swiss had the feeling that they too would be braided together.  

In his fuzzy mental state, he wasn’t entirely sure what could have brought such behaviour on. The almost possessive twinge to it, like Mountain was trying to ward the humans off, was making his him feel even more floaty than the alcohol. Running on a high from the successful performance, Swiss couldn’t find the mental energy to really care about why Mountain was suddenly glued to him, he only cared that he was. He saw Rain and Dew similarly pressed together, and his inebriated mind let him convince himself that they could be the same, if just for tonight. 

Whoever was on stage currently seemed to know the audience well and was gradually convincing more and more of the tavern’s patrons to dance to the jig he played. The humans pressing close, swirling and stamping to the beat, swept the ghouls up in their fervour. Swiss soon found himself pressed closer to Mountain, dancing partners even without indenting to be, the pair clutching each other's arms for balance as they ebbed and flowed with the tide of the crowd. 

As the dance ended, Swiss fell against Mountain’s chest. The earth ghoul held him close while they both caught their breath and laughed at the exhilaration. For a while, they held each other and swayed to a slow dance only they could hear. Hearts beating in sync, Swiss looked up at Mountain to see him already staring down at him. His peridot eyes were at the centre of his vision, the only thing Swiss could focus on. They seemed to grow and expand to fill his field of view, and Swiss only realised that this was because they were getting closer together when the twin points of light blurred out of focus.  

Swiss’s eyes fluttered shut, and with his vision gone all his other senses heightened in response. He could feel Mountain’s breath against his face and could smell the sour note of beer in it, although he didn’t find that as off-putting as he supposed he should as he stretched up on his tiptoes to bring them closer still. Swiss felt rather than heard Mountain’s final sigh against him, before the soft yet insistent press of Mountain’s lips to his shook him like an earthquake. With all their prior hesitancy washed away by the free-flowing liquor, Swiss pressed back instinctually, throwing his arms around Mountain’s shoulders and holding on like his life depended on it.  

Time meant nothing to the pair as they ignored the general ruckus of the crowd around them, and the chorus of whoops and cheers that Dew was leading. It was like all the background noise had faded away leaving only them stood in a world of their own. Before long, although it was really several hours at this point, Copia was desperately trying to shepherd his sleepy, tipsy ghouls and the Siblings into the cart to head back to the Abbey. They had a busy day tomorrow, he reminded them, as he had promised all the villagers that their little band would be performing at the harvest festival too.  

Slowly, they all stumbled out into the brisk night where Aether and Cowbell were waiting, three sheets to the wind themselves. Swiss and Mountain had managed to make it over the threshold of the tavern without separating, but getting into the cart proved more difficult. Breathing their own air for the first time in a while, they unsteadily clambered into the trailer, cramming themselves into a corner to continue where they left off, despite the jeers from the ghouls around them. 

“Even we're not that bad!” Swiss thought he heard Dew crow from somewhere behind him. 

Eventually, they had made the short trip back up the hill and were all bumbling back into the Abbey, still drunk off free beer and good energy. Kiss broken, Swiss continued to hold Mountain's hand as he pulled them into the Den and their room. He kicked his boots off, uncaring where they landed as they tumbled into bed, still giggly and touchy but both too tired to do any more than that.  

“Today was fun.” Swiss purred sleepily, as he wriggled in Mountain's arms. The earth ghoul was almost asleep already as he hummed in affirmation. Quickly, they fell into a deep, contented sleep. They could think about what the events of tonight meant for them in the morning. 

To be continued... 

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day eight !!!!

prompt: sex turning into making love

characters: mountain/rain

word count: 950

summary: just the sappiest t4t mountrain sex ever

cws: sex, sex toys

notes: i am really proud of this and would appreciate kind comments/reblogs :3

below the cut or on ao3 :))

The strap hangs heavy in its harness on Rain’s hips, leaving slight red marks; highlights on his blue, dusky skin. Mountain’s on his back and Rain’s kneeling in between his legs, both ghouls raking their eyes over each other, taking in their beauty. Mountain, a sage forest filled with moles and scars; the rich, luscious trees that stand within. Rain leans over, drawing a line with his index finger, making its way from the tip of his sturdy antlers, right down through every mark that makes him, landing on his bush. His hips involuntarily kick at the touch, eager for more, his eyes shining as Rain looks down at him, a silent please. Rain trails his finger further, teasing the very end of his clit and watching as it twitches under his touch.

“So pretty for me, woodland, I could devour you,” Rain admires.

Mountain groans, “I could say the same for you, my love.” As he says it his gaze travels across the contours of Rain’s body, noting the way his inky hair contrasts the hue of the skin surrounding it. And how his shoulders frame the rest of his body perfectly, from his chest to his ass. Looking into Rain’s eyes he sees them dilate as they make eye contact once again. Mountain wells up ever so slightly, he’s loved, he feels special, he’s Rain’s person.

The finger circling Mountain’s dick leisurely moves further down, still tracing the earth ghoul, committing him to memory. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Mount,” he says, still surprising him every time that he’s wanted and appreciated. The ghoul beneath him can only hum in agreement, lost in his own mind as he revels in Rain’s touch. The water ghoul hovers, asking silent permission to continue. Mountain grants it as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back gently and baring his throat. They both moan quietly as Rain’s cool finger enters Mountain’s cunt. He takes his time exploring, as if he’s finding out what makes the other tick for the first time. It’s intimate, both ghouls lending a vulnerability that makes every sensation more powerful than the last.

“Ready,” Mountain squeaks. “Want to feel you.”

“Want you too, baby. Gonna treat you so well.”

“You always do, Rain.”

They don’t need to confess their love through prolonged monologues, just a few words is all they need to feel as close as their first time. With both ghouls more than ready, Rain carefully lubes up every inch of the strap, ensuring his love will be as comfortable as possible. He teases the earth ghoul, languidly stroking his cock in his efforts. Once he deems it wet enough, he positions himself properly, bending Mountain’s legs and leaning forward to kiss him as he slides in steadily.

The room goes silent for a moment as they adjust to the new position before Mountain returns a chaste kiss that inevitably devolves into a disgustingly sweet embrace of each other’s bodies. Rain nuzzles his head in the crook of Mountain’s shoulder as he thrusts gently into him, taking his time to do so. Mountain near-melts at the sensation of the water ghoul’s fluffy hair against his neck and turns his head to affectionately nibble on his ear. Soft moans and the tender contact of Rain’s hips with Mountain’s fill the room. The occasional whispered praise breaks through too.

“Fuck, I love you,” Mountain breathes. It’s followed by the stuttering of Rain’s hips as he falters and blushes, like he’s just been told it for the first time. Once he regains his rhythm he angles the thrusts right against Mountain’s g-spot, returning his love.

“I love you too, wildflower,” Rain replies. “Always going to love you.”

The water ghoul continues his motions as he moves to place his mouth on Mountain’s neck, sucking sweetly to leave the marks of his love. To add to the rich tapestry of Mountain’s body with a reminder of his affection, albeit a temporary one. “Hnnng- fuck Rain,” he groans, tilting his head back further to give him access.

The new angle allows the strap to be ground against Rain’s twitching t-dick with every little movement he makes for his love. The sensations are immense, furthered by the intimate setting in which his innermost feelings for Mountain are divulged freely. His pace picks up almost imperceptibly as he chases the pleasure, wanting both to savour it and experience it all at once.

His mind is made up for him as Mountain’s breaths begin to become heavier and more frequent. Engulfing the strap, Rain can see Mountain’s cunt clenching around him, leaking pre and looking ever so pretty, his pubic hair covered in a sheen. “Close, Rain. Come with me?” He asks, doe-eyes batting. It sparks Rain to nod as he turns on the small bullet vibrator secured in the harness, keeping his renewed pace as the pleasure becomes too much for both of them. 

They find themselves staring deeply into each other’s eyes as Rain reaches his climax, hips thrusting erratically as he rides out his orgasm. He winces in pleasure only able to repeat Mountain’s name in a soft moan, “Mmph Mountain, my love- fuck- Mountain baby.” 

The sight, along with Rain’s movements sends Mountain over the edge just seconds later. His cunt spasms around the strap, Mountain’s arms grasping for purchase on Rain’s shoulders as the water ghoul brings his hand down once again to toy with Mountain’s clit, only stopping when overstimulation sets in and he begins to writhe.

Still buried inside, Rain flops down onto Mountain’s chest, panting. With his ear placed against the earth ghoul’s heart, he confesses once more, in time with the beats, “I love you.”

[rain-ghoul-appreciator]

in honor of trans visibility day, i present to you some trans ghouls shenanigans.

they/them transmasc rain, he/him transmasc swiss, she/her transfem mountain, and she/her transfem aurora

under the cut or on AO3

"rory, get me that lipstick, will you?" 

aurora looks up from her nails, seeing rain holding a hand out towards the lipstick. she sighed and looked towards swiss.

"swissy, my nails are still wet, can you get it, pretty please?" she asked, giving him the biggest, saddest, wettest puppy eyes ever. swiss groaned.

"but im not done with mounty's hair," swiss whined, tying off another little braid. mountain looked over her shoulder, shooting swiss a playful glare.

"who are you to deny rain of their wants," she teased, reaching for the lipstick. she tossed it rain's way, a wide smile on her lips. 

"at least someone in this room appreciates me," they muttered, popping the cap of the lipstick off. 

"excuse me? who just bought you those new shoes?" swiss retorted, "and i got you taco bell last night! oh, and don't forget that lotion thing you wanted!" rain laughed, rolling their eyes.

"whatever," they mumbled, turning to face the mirror. aurora watched the two bicker, her brows furrowed.

"so you'll get rainy taco bell but you wont get me chicken nuggets?"

"oh, come on, it was one time," swiss argued, his lips forming a pout. 

"one time to many," aurora countered, checking to see if her nails were dry yet. 

"if you two keep arguing about some damn chicken nuggets i will lace my next batch of brownies with laxatives and hand feed them to you," mountain butted in, a playful smirk on her face. both aurora and swiss instantly went quiet. 

"will you at least make a normal batch for me?" rain asked, looking over at mountain with a pleading look. 

"of course i will," mountain replied, "anything for my little prince." a shit eating grin spread across rain's face as they look at swiss and aurora's betrayed expressions. 

"traitor," aurora mumbled, looking into her little handheld mirror. "also, i meed help with my hair."

"what did i ever do to you?" rain muttered, rolling their eyes and moving to sit behind aurora, their nimble fingers already tangled into her hair before she could even respond. 

"nothing," aurora sighed, lightly powdering blush on her face. rain giggled quietly, grabbing the curling iron from the vanity. 

"im gonna need that soon," swiss said after a while, gesturing to the curling iron. 

"okay, almost... done," rain replied, a smile on their face as they handed the iron off to swiss. aurora smiled at her reflection, messing with her freshly curled hair. 

"thanks rainy-" her and swiss said in unison before turning and glaring at each other. 

"jinx! fuck! jinx again!" they, again, said in unison. mountain giggled, poking swiss to make him stop. 

"im serious about the laxatives," mountain warned, leaning her head back against swiss's chest. 

"right, sorry, mi amor," swiss mumbled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to mountain's forehead. she smiled, reaching back to tug swiss down for a proper kiss. rain rolled their eyes playfully.

"i thought we were gonna celebrate swiss's dick, not your marriage." rain looked over at the two, trying their best to hold back a giggle. 

"aww, are you jealous that i have a dick and a hot wife?" swiss teased, getting up and wrapping his arms around rain.

"no," rain lied, busying himself with putting away the unused makeup stuff.

"i'd give you my dick if i could," aurora teased, leaning her head back against rain's stomach. rain giggled and leaned back against swiss. 

"mountain, help! im being bullied," rain whined, reaching out for mountain. mountain laughed and shook her head before standing up. 

"what do you want me to do about it?" mountain teased, leaning against swiss's back. rain pouted, trying their best to look back at mountain. 

"anything, just get me out of this dick sandwich," rain begged. both swiss and aurora broke out into a fit of laughter.

"a dick- a dick sandwich?" aurora wheezed, leaning back further against rain. 

"what the hell is a dick sandwich," swiss questioned, his voice broken up by giggles. 

"i don't know," rain whined, giggling quietly. "mountain- ahh!" they yelped as aurora leaned to far back in the chair, sending them all toppling backwards. they were all silent for a second before bursting out into laughter. 

upon hearing the loud thump, aether poked his head into the room, surprised (and a little unsettled) to see all 4 ghouls tangled together on the ground, staring at him like a bunch of deer in headlights. he blinked once before slowly backing away, shutting the door quietly.

"why am i never invited to these things," he murmured, flopping back down on the couch next to a sleeping cumulus. 

"cause you're gay!" aurora jokingly shouted from the room before being consumed by the giggles again. 

legend says aether never recovered after that. 

[wrathofrats]

Rainy who is so used to getting whatever he wants with the bat of his eyelashes a just a little begging. The ghouls normally dropping whatever they’re doing because he’s just so pretty why shouldn’t they! It’s an honor to make him feel good.

Cumulus and cirrus who are fucking tired of it and want to make him do things for himself. Tired of watching him get his way 24/7 when they have to do just as much work as everyone else.

Lure the pretty angel fish back to their room with a sweet smile and a giggle, the promise to get him off and make him cum until he can’t even think anymore.

Think they just gotta teach him how to do things for himself. Lay him down and get a vibrator in him something that sits tightly against his clit, both ghoulettes on either side of him to worship his lithe body, make him feel at ease.

Cirrus drags him to stand on his own feet first. Cumulus behind him to keep him upright while rain stares at them confused when the vibrations stop.

Cumulus and cirrus making rain do their chores for them if he wants anything at all, make their bed, fold their laundry, just stupid little tasks with the reward of being able to cum. Dripping down his thighs even just by the second task, vibrations making his eyes cross.

Think it’s all he can do to just drop to his knees while trying to fold their clothes and beg them to fuck him or turn it off, too much for his brain to handle after the 3rd orgasm. Think cirrus just laughs a little and turns the settings up.