#dewdrop hcs

[ashthewaterghoul]

Can’t stop thinking about Fire Ghouls being attuned to the sun.

They wake when it rises, and fall asleep when it sets.

But then you have Water Ghouls who are attuned to the moon.

Same thing. They wake when at nightfall when it rises, and sleep when it goes down.

But then you have Dewdrop.

Every single part of his Water nature/heritage is wiped out by the elemental change.

The only comfort he has that at least one little drop of Water is still in his soul is that he continues to wake up when the moon rises, and sleep when it goes down.

[papaslittlesunshine]

I've been harboring this hc about Dewdrop as a fire ghoul. Finally put it in writing.

Read on Ao3 or below:

Worthy

Everyone in the abbey has this idea that Dew is weak. Emotionally fragile. A fuse waiting to be lit. An inferno seconds from self-immolation. No one could go through what he has been through and be okay. Because he was impulsive and flared easily, they believed this to be true. They were sure he wasn’t okay. 

That concept, while on the surface, seemed logical, but couldn’t be further from the truth. 

Dewdrop had been through it all. Fought tooth and nail and claw through the fire and emerged on the other side stronger than he ever was. 

Possessing an iron will to live, and to protect those around him. Those he loved. His pack. 

Because he had the sheer will to persist, Dew was extremely powerful. And extremely dangerous. 

Others would do well to remember that. The ghouls had an idea, but rarely did they get a chance to see Dewdrop in his full element, the fire ghoul he was born to become, go to lengths to defend them. 

At night, Dewdrop sleeps on the outside edge of the bed, curled protectively around Rain, comfortable and sweet on the surface, but if anyone were to enter, they’d be shredded without question before they got anywhere near Rain. The water ghoul was his to protect, and he’d do it with a ferocity no one would see coming. 

During the day, he runs his tongue across his fangs, dreaming of the taste of blood. Willing and ready to sink his teeth into anyone who comes to harm his pack. His golden eyes scanning and focusing on anything unusual. He’s alert and aware of everything going on around them. 

When he does sink his teeth into Rain later, it’s a different need being met. The fire and passion he brings to their bond is unmatched. He’s careful not to burn the water ghoul, but is one the of  the only people he’ll let see his true self. Flayed open and willing to share a part of himself, if only so Rain knows the extent of his love. He’ll give him everything he has to ensure he knows. 

Everything he gives to Rain, he does with a sincerity that is as deep as the fire within him. They might play with others, but Dew loves Rain with a bond that is stronger than anyone knows. Rain feels it, knows that Dewdrop is his, but doesn’t know that Dew would destroy anyone who came between them. 

Those who view Dew as weak are sorely mistaken. His sharp teeth and razor like claws would remind them otherwise that the fire ghoul is the strongest, the smartest, the most willing to return to the pit for them. 

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It is why Satan allowed him this gift, the internal hellfire of a true fire ghoul.

[blacklight-ghoulette]

Everyone thought Dewdrop hated rainy weather.

HCs and thoughts under the cut because it got lengthy.

As a water ghoul, it was the assumption that as a saltwater ghoul he wasn't fond of fresh water. Which, given that he would grumble about the absence of the briny tang in the air and lake waters, it wasn't a bad guess.

As a fire ghoul, well, fire and water don't mix, so of course he'd not like the rain, right?

The reality is, Dewdrop loves the rain, especially storms. The sound is comforting, the way it makes the air feel heavy with anticipation when a storm is on the horizon. He loves to watch and feel the unbridled strength and speed of thunderstorms, is fascinated with watching the banks of dark clouds light up with lightening, the dull roar of thunder following on its heels. Even the sudden and entirely too close flashes of blindingly light arcing bolts striking a tree or telephone pole followed by a crash of thunder that was more a concussive blast not unlike the sound of someone running full-tilt into one of Mountain's drum kits. Thought they do tend to startle him, he still has something of a morbid fascination for it.

But then, why does he always seem to be in a jittery, sour mood and more prone to snap and snarl at anyone on those rainy and stormy days?

He'll never tell anyone, but rain and changes in weather and air pressure mean everything aches.

His hands in particular get the worst, as well as his left shoulder from the constant weight of his guitars. He hates how it makes it feel like his entire head is just a mass of aching pressure in his sinuses, behind his eyes, and in and on his ears. Coupled with a constant dull throbbing headache it results in an ill-tempered, impatient ghoul who has no qualms with telling any and everyone to fuck off and leave him alone so he can sequester himself in his room and try his best to sleep it all off.

Dewdrop just can't make himself swallow his pride enough to ask Aether for help when the quintessence ghoul could probably soothe the aches and pains away with a mere touch of his fingertips. Or go see if Mountain has a herbal tea that would bring warmth and painless movement to his hands. Or to see any of his other packmates to be bundled up in a warm cuddle pile as the soft vibrations of their purring would relieve the pressure and clear his head. Or even go to his Papa and ask for some of the vile human medicine that, despite being disgusting, seemed to help most of the time.