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Silent harmonies

Context: Y/N is the replacement for Aether. Dewdrop doesn't like this and he always insults her, but Y/N didn't do anything wrong...

Pairing: Dewdrop (Sodo) x Fem!Reader

Warning: None

Length: 3500~ letter

(Ps.: lately I've been reading a lot of dictionaries out of boredom, so if there are words in it that are not used that much in conversation, I apologize)

Dewdrop strummed his guitar absentmindedly, lost in the haunting melodies that drifted through his mind. The Ghost band practice room was filled with tension, an unseen barrier between the two guitarists, Dewdrop and Y/N. Y/N, the rhythm guitarist who had stepped up to fill the void left by Aether's departure, had become the unwilling recipient of Dewdrop's misplaced frustration. Ever since Aether's departure, Dewdrop found himself yearning for the familiar harmonies and connection they once shared. Y/N was an exceptional musician in her own right, but to Dewdrop, her presence was a constant reminder of what was lost. He struggled to accept her as Aether's replacement, and in his pain, he turned to criticism as a means to cope.

Each practice session grew more hostile, each note became an opportunity for Dewdrop to unleash his discontent. He criticized Y/N's every chord, every strum, even when she played flawlessly. His words were shards of ice that pierced through her heart, chipping away at her confidence and leaving her feeling broken. One fateful day, as the piercing remarks echoed in the room, Y/N could no longer bear the weight of Dewdrop's hostility. In a moment of sheer frustration, she slammed her guitar down, her voice trembling with anger. "I've had enough!" - Y/N's voice trembled, her eyes blazing with emotions. "I can't take your constant criticism anymore, Dew! I didn't choose to replace Aether, and I don't deserve this treatment!" - Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, a mixture of anger, hurt, and a desperate need to escape. Without another word, she turned and fled from the practice room, her footsteps echoing down the empty hallway.

The silence that followed was deafening. Dewdrop stood there, the weight of his own bitter words crashing down upon him. Regret flooded his heart like a tidal wave as the reality of his actions settled in. He had allowed his pain to consume him, blinding him to the damage he was causing. Dewdrop's remorse fueled his determination to mend what he had broken. He searched tirelessly for Y/N, seeking forgiveness and the chance to make amends. It took hours of searching through familiar spots and hidden corners until he finally spotted her, sitting alone on a park bench, silently succumbing to her tears.

Summoning his courage, Dewdrop approached Y/N. His voice was filled with sincerity, a plea for understanding. "Y/N, I am so sorry," - he whispered, kneeling before her. "I let my grief consume me, and I unjustly took it out on you. I know I've hurt you, and I hate myself for it." - Y/N's tear-stained face turned to meet Dewdrop's gaze, a mixture of skepticism and pain lingering in her eyes. "You have no idea how much your words have hurted me," - she replied, her voice strained. "I gave my all to be part of this band, to support you, and yet you treated me with nothing but hostility." - Dewdrop bowed his head, his own tears threatening to escape. "I didn't want to hurt you, you didn't deserve what I did to you." - he apologized, his voice choked with emotion. "I miss Aether, and your presence as the new rhythm guitarist only amplified that pain. But it was never your fault, and I want to make it right." - Y/N's eyes softened slightly, a flicker of hope igniting within. She could sense the sincerity in Dewdrop's voice, the genuine remorse in his eyes. Slowly, she spoke, her voice strained with vulnerability. "If you truly mean what you say, if you're willing to change, then maybe we can find some common ground." Dewdrop nodded, tears now freely flowing down his face. "I promise" he whispered, his voice trembling. "I will work to earn your trust again, to show you the respect you deserve as a musician and as my bandmate." Together, they sat on that bench. In the stillness of the moment, they shared their pain, their fears, and their hopes. It would be a long road to rebuilding the trust that had shattered, but they were willing to take the first step together.

In the days that followed, Dewdrop stayed true to his promise. He replaced criticism with encouragement, sharing his experience and knowledge with Y/N to help her grow. And slowly, the hostility between them melted away, making room for a newfound harmony within their music and their relationship.

Our poor little Ghoul 🩵

Where You Lay Your Head

[Dew goes silent. Not suitable for younger audiences. Implied/referenced unprovoked violence. I think this is the first time I've kind of written hurt/no comfort? Kind of?] Below the cut.

It's... It's silly really.

Dew idly plucks at the strings of his bass, no rhyme or reason to the pinch and pull, just an excuse to snap them against the fretboard and hear them twang and buzz.

It's stupid.

He coughs and Omega shoots him a worried look, almost dropping the jar of ointment in his hands, "You okay, kit?"

Dew's ear twitches, but that's the only response the older ghoul really gets from the younger, eyes glassy and unfocused, teeth clenched in spite of the large bruise across his chin.

He's fine, he tells himself that much, but when Omega approaches him to treat the split in his brow, he flinches.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Omega assures him, unable to get the smaller man to meet his gaze.

Buzz.

Dew bows his head, letting Omega prod at his face, continuing to fiddle with the strings between his fingers.

Twang.

He hasn't let go of it since the incident.

Not since Alpha attacked him.

Snap.

Not since Ifrit picked him up off the floor.

Buzz...

Mist tried to take it from him when she saw the state of him, tried to get him to let go for just a second so she could check on him, but he wouldn't let her.

His nails are a little dirty...

Dew's stomach swims.

...Twang...

"I need to see your hands, Dewdrop."

He shakes his head.

"Dew, I have to-"

He shakes his head.

"Dewdrop."

Omega pulls the bass from his grip, it doesn't take much force at all, the way Dew's fingers are cramped and sore.

"Dew..."

His hands continue to twitch, but his eyes lose their fog, replaced by the misty shimmer of tears.

...SNAP.

"Oh, oh, kit, it's okay..."

It's not.

It's really not.

A week passes.

Alpha hasn't shown his face anywhere near the ghouls' den.

Probably won't be back for a long time.

If ever.

But it doesn't stop Dew from looking.

Doesn't change that he can't seem to find his words.

His hands shake when they're not holding something, but Mist won't give him back his bass, and Omega keeps him away from the practice rooms, saying he needs to stop.

Needs to rest.

Needs to do something...

Something else.

"For just a little while, okay?"

The larger ghoul is stressed, and trying hard not to let it show.

Dew blames himself, and he knows the others suspect as much, but so long as he keeps his mouth shut, it's all just hearsay.

Another week passes, and he thinks he's better.

He still...

Still can't talk.

But!

But he can play!

...Right?

Mist gives him back his bass, and it feels like a piece of him has been returned to him.

He feels more confident with it in front of him.

Safe.

Almost.

Practice goes well.

Real progress.

...and then Ifrit gets too close.

It's not his fault, how Dew reacts.

His hand comes up to clap him on the shoulder and Dew panics thinking he's about to be hit.

Omega has to carry him out of the practice room because he can't move his legs.

But... but he can move his fingers.

Even if they just uselessly paw at the air mimicking that...

Buzz.

Twang.

Snap.

Dew would like to say he got "better".

That he pushed through and that he's "okay" now.

But he's not.

He can talk, most of the time, but he can't talk about it.

Never talks about it.

When Omega visits and gives him a look he knows all too well, one that tells him, "You can talk to me."

He avoids him.

Avoids the questions.

The comments.

The concerns.

He pretends like he's not that same person who was hurt.

That he's not still... scared.

That when the other ghouls get too close, his anger is all play, and not just a façade to cover up his fear.

"It's called fight or flight, Dew, but there's a third reaction and-"

Dew isn't the same pussy ass water ghoul who froze up on stage when Alpha swiped at him.

He's not.

He's not.

He's-

He worries the fat strings of his old bass between his fingers, ignoring the deep scratch along the body that lines up a little too well with the line of scars that extend from the tip of his pinkie, across his chest and stop abruptly at his brow.

Buzz.

Aether finds Dew alone in his room, legs crossed on his bed, fiddling with the tuning pegs, loosening the strings.

Twang.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

.

.

.

"No."

Snap.

Attention?

Phantom: Hey Dew, how'd you get to be such a good guitarist?

Dew: Focus and concetration. I've trained myself to never get distracted.

Mountain: That's not true, yesterday you dipped your french fry in your lemonade 'cause you were looking at Rain's ass across the room.

(no problem Dew, I'd love to watch that too)

The voices

Papa: You know that voice in your head that tells you what you're doing is wrong? *looks at Sodo*

Sodo: You mean the one that sounds like Aether?

Swiss: *playing his phone on the couch then suddenly looks up* It sounds like Rain to me but okay

Professional driver

Dew: I'm a confident driver *says with a proud smile*

Rain: YOU NEARLY RAN OVER SWISS! *while holding on for his dear life*

Dew: Confidently *with a straight face*

It's a really hard decision ngl

Gosh I love this video so much

The sound of their boots, the sound of Cirrus PURRING

I'm dead. I'm DEAD.

TUMMY!!! 😭😭😭

Dewdrop sleeping with his Baphomet plushie 🥺

X

dewdrop has carpal tunnel and nobody can convince me otherwise. he does everything in his power to keep being able to play guitar. wrist braces at night, breaks until rehearsal or a ritual, phantom (who has the same issue but it's new to him and not as bad) and rain massage his hands and wrists frequently out of habit when holding hands. it frustrates him that it keeps him from being able to play as much as he'd like but he's still grateful to be able to keep playing at all.

so... hypothetically, if i told you i was in the process of writing a hatefuck where reader and dew get off on watching each other get fucked by other people while staring at each other with nothing in their eyes but hate... hypothetically would anyone be interested in reading it?

predicting raindrop smooch tonight

he looks so sensitive in this video. the way he folds in on himself ever so slightly. the way he breathes. the way his head tips back a couple times.

currently very high and thinking about how dew KNOWS the attention is all on him for the cirice intro and he takes the opportunity to do something incredibly slutty just so he can hear everyone freak out. and the fact that it's a quiet intro means he can hear everyone better.

NEW SODO PIC!

the little shit already deleted it again

(Unmasked ghoul below the cut)

DEW KISSING RAINS NECK TONIGHT??? I NEED TO KNOW IF THE RUMORS ARE TRUE PLEASE AND THANK YOU

dew is such a tease just let the poor boy have his lean

THIS IS SO ADORABLE FVJGFVJJKJGV

Dew loves his emotional support bapphy

Credit: ratfacedpope on Twitter

Credit: FuzenGhoul on twitter

have this mountdew wip huehue

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Word count: 864

Rating: General audiences

Pairing: Polyghouls

Characters: Dewdrop, Aether, mention of Omega

Key features: Dew with a kit, semi feral Dew, semi feral ghoul whisperer Aether

Summary: Dew has been missing for the pack for three days. Aether finds him.

This work was heavily inspired by @chapel-of-rizztual 's new fic! Go read it right now!

Dew had been missing for three days. 

Now, while it wasn't unusual for ghouls to disappear for a few days for hunts or heats, it was strange for Dew to go missing. 

The ghoul, if he was injured or sick or just tired, would hole away in his room until he felt better. But they had checked his room. In fact, they had checked every inch of the dormitory. He wasn't there. 

The pack was starting to worry. 

They'd spread their search, to the library and the chapel and even the siblings' dorms. 

It was late at night, and they were just about to give up their search for the day. Aether could feel the other pack members telepathically telling him that they were going to look again in the morning, that maybe Dew would come out for food. 

Aether was far from the dorms. He was down in an abandoned part of the Ministry, mostly used for storage nowadays. Everything was quiet, muffled by a thick layer of dust.

Then, a whimper. 

Just a soft one. 

Aether's ears twitched. He followed the sound, his footsteps light, not wanting to spook whatever made that sound. 

He found what he had been looking for. 

Dew. 

The poor ghoul, he was propped up between a bookshelf and a wall. He wore only a shirt, though all of the buttons were undone. He only looked semi conscious. 

"Fuck, Dew." Aether breathed. He ran over to the sad little lump, his footsteps making Dew perk up. 

Dew looked around dozily for a second, then hissed and curled away from Aether. He tucked his head down and brought his knees up, hiding away in a ball. His tail thudded anxiously on the floor beside him. 

"Dewdrop. Shit. Hi." Aether slowed his approach, seeing how Dew reacted like a flighty animal. He chirruped softly, a noise reserved for submissive ghouls, to show Dew that he wasn't going to hurt him. "Hey. You're alright." 

Except Dew probably wasn't alright. As Aether stepped closer, he noticed the dark puddle under Dew. He could smell the blood. 

"I need you to talk to me, Dew. Tell me you're okay." Aether dropped to his knees and crawled the rest of the distance, though he stopped around five metres from the other ghoul. "Or tell me you're not okay, and I can help." 

Dew stared at Aether with big, fearful eyes. Then he chittered anxiously, a quiet 'ekekek' sound. 

"Alright. Can't talk. Okay." Aether nodded slowly. Sometimes ghouls went a little feral. It was in their nature. It was okay, Aether could deal with it. "Are you still bleeding?" 

Dew shook his head. He tucked further into the corner. 

Then, another, tiny whimper rang out. 

It didn't come from Dew's lips. 

"What the Hell?" Aether whispered. Dew was starting at him like a deer in headlights. "What's going on, Dew? Give me something to work with here." 

Slowly, and ever so cautiously, Dew turned. In his trembling arms was a kit. A tiny, curled up little thing, sucking on the fork of their tail in a self soothing gesture.

"Oh, fuck…" Aether crawled closer. "Where did you get them, droplet?" 

Dew gave Aether a look, as if to say 'Where do you normally get kits from?'. He raised a disapproving eyebrow, before his expression was replaced by a wince. 

"Hey, take it easy. Steady, little guy. Can I see them?" He asked softly. Dew shook his head. "Alright. Can you hold them out a little, just so I can look them over?" 

Carefully, Dew held the kit up, even as they squirmed and whined at getting moved. They were absolutely tiny. One of the smallest kits Aether had ever seen. Their cord wasn't attached, and they seemed to have a belly full of milk. Dew had done well on his own. 

"Thanks, Dew. That's all I needed to see. You can take your kit back now. That's it, keep them warm against your chest. Good lad." Aether murmured, as if he was speaking to a spooked animal. He closed his eyes, contacting Omega through their telepathy. Letting him know that he'd found Dew and he needed medical help. 

"I'm gonna give you my shirt. I want you to put it over the kit, like a blanket. She's very little, Dew. I don't want her getting cold." He said steadily, unbuttoning his shirt and holding it out to Dew. The fire ghoul snatched it from him, then carefully laid it over the kit's back, covering her completely.

"Yeah, that's it. You managed to hide her well, huh?" Aether laughed quietly. He could hear all of his pack popping into his head, asking questions about Dew. He ignored them for the moment.

"Ti-nee." Dew croaked out in explanation, his voice crackly from disuse. He gestured to his middle. It had a bit of a swell to it, but otherwise it just looked like a regular belly. Not like someone who had just given birth. 

"Yeah, she is… You've done such a good job, Dew." Aether could hear Omega's heavy footsteps in the distance. "We're going to get you some help, gorgeous. Just stay awake for a little longer, yeah? Alright. Doing a great job. Good mama."

Dew smiled proudly at that. He was a good mama.