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Weather the Storm (Rain Ghoul x fem!reader)

Summary: Y/n loves Papa and his ghouls. They were like family despite her not knowing them long. She is so used to making sure everyone was happy and had what they needed that when she gets caught up in a bad storm that causes her to panic she's surprised that there is someone there to catch her after all and calm her down.

Fandom: Ghost Band (Swedish band)

Pairings: Rain Ghoul x Fem!reader

Auth. Note: The portrayal of Ghouls and Papa is from a fandom base and imagination alone; the personas of the band do not have anything to do with the real people behind the masks. I am a fan of their music and respect their privacy so their stage persona is separate from the real-life individuals in my works.

Triggers: Anxiety, panic attacks, angst, comfort, and fluff

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It's always a great morning when you wake up to the scent of freshly brewed coffee - a bonus when the hint of sugary sweetness of the donuts and pastries lining in boxes along the kitchen countertops but it was Y/n's pleasure to be able to spoil her boys especially after they just got back from tour. She knew no matter how much relief they all felt to be back at the Abbey and their own rooms she knew that it would not slap a balm over the temperaments that were always generally so high-strung from stress and overall exhaustion of the tour. Y/n always knew what to do to make things easier; it was after all part of her job. To make sure all the ghouls were taken care of and Copia had everything he needed before tour and during the tour - to allow some breather room for them was a key part of touring with them; something she'd found out real quick during her first tour with them.

Siblings of Sin were growing each day with new faces and Y/n hadn't been here more than a year just yet but because of her superb organization skills, calm disposition, and being practically the sunshine of everyone's morning kept her at a close positioning with Papa and his ghouls. She'd like to think she started a firm bond with them all during her time with them on tour and was a quick study when it came to picking up their habits and personalities.

So when a pair of arms snaked around her waist while she was busy on her ever-presence tablet in her hands confirming the day's schedule a tail snaking up her slacks-covered leg to gain her attention Y/n was not surprised and merely pulled a smile from her face as she reached over to grab a random pastry out of a box and lift it up to the figure behind her who was busy nuzzling against her neck with a low purr of sleepy content.

"How do you always smell so fucking good?" Dew's voice grumbled as he took a little nip of her neck

"Oi there, gremlin. Take a bite out of something else; I need my throat." Y/n grinned despite her chiding remark as she pulled her neck from the fire ghoul's reach and shoved the edge of the flaky pastry into his slightly parted mouth.

Dew couldn't even find the strength to be mad when the sweetness of the sugary dessert hit his taste buds and he chittered happily while taking a seat at the kitchen island to munch on his treat.

"Is anyone else up yet? I have fresh coffee and pastries for everyone." she turned to lean her back against the edge of the counter and peer across the space at the fire ghoul

Dew looked so disheveled with his long pale brown hair a slight mess and sleep still crusting to the corner of his eyes that were only half-lidded as he licked the sugary goodness from his fingertips. Despite her having seen the ghouls without their human disguises before she came to find that they enjoyed their human appearances even being so bold as to hold partial glamor and allow certain parts of their ghoulish features lose like tails, horns, and fangs even in the confinements of their own ghoul's apartments; the only time she'd ever seen them fully dressed up in their formal ghoul attire was either when they were in public, out of their quarters with other siblings, or performing. She was content and a little smug to know she was one of those very very few outsiders who had the privilege to see them as they were - not a lot of people had that opportunity but when you are Y/n with her positioning within the clergy it came with its perks.

"Hmm, Aether and Swiss are in Aether's nest" Dew shrugged and reached towards the counter for another pastry with his hand while his finger wiggled in his pointed ear to dislodge the cotton feeling of sleep he felt there. "Mountain is always up before any of us so he's probably in the greenhouse. I haven't heard from Rain though. He might either be sleeping or out with Mountain?"

Y/n pouted tapping at her tablet thoughtfully without looking back at him and gave a few thoughtful nods. "Hmm okay. That's fine, you guys actually have a free schedule for the next few days - Sister Imperator insisted you guys take an extra day for decompression. Something about Copia having a bit of a fuss over what happened during the last show on tour." the young woman hummed mildly before her gaze lifted just in time to see Dew grab a third pastry and her hand swatted at his playfully but didn't stop him from grabbing one.

"Save those for the others Dew." she chided lightly but a smile played at the edge of her lips

"Why? You got something sweeter for me?" he shot her a toothy grin that looked too far feral and Y/n briefly wondered if their ruts were coming; casting a quick glance at her calendar she was inwardly relieved to find that she had at least 2 weeks til that happened.

"You're starting to sound like Swiss. That's his pickup line. Don't steal his swag, little fire ghoul. It doesn't suit you." she smirked playfully

"Tch." Dew slumped back into his seat and Y/n smiled at him warmly before tipping her head towards the door to the kitchen.

"Why don't you go join Aether and Swiss? Relax and be lazy for once, you have no practices or anything of that sort for a few days. I'll go check up on Mountain and Rain to make sure they're okay before checking in with Papa. Satanas knows that man will need all the comfort he can get."

"Just get him a few siblings. They'll fuck the stress out of him." Dew followed behind her as the pair headed for the door and she swatted at his arm with a slight scowl.

"You know it's true." he shot her a cheeky little grin but Y/n just gave a shudder.

"I love Papa but I rather not be thinking of what kind of destressing he gets up to," she replied before chuckling under her breath and heading down the hall towards Mountain and Rain's rooms while Dew headed in the opposite direction to join his pack mates in a ghoul snuggle pile.

When neither ghoul answered to her knocks she found a slight frown tugging at her lips. It wasn't as if they particularly needed her to check up on them now that they were back home; they had more range of the abbey than most clergy members so it wasn't unusual if they were out of their rooms but for her own peace of mind and probably a little bit out of habit Y/n couldn't help herself but twinge with worry when she got no responses.

She did not allow their lack of presence to dislodge her focus though. She did in fact have work to do; pish posh if she was told to take a day for resting after they returned from the tour - Papa insisted on it that she deserved a break as much as any of them since she holstered more work than most on the tours second to the band mates themselves but Y/n was a creature of habit and maybe a bit of an overachiever. So she'd picked up the work that was supposed to be looked at the next day and got a head start on it.

Hidden away in Copia's office as she worked in her corner assigned for her personally by Papa she didn't realize how much time had passed. Hidden away in the nook that smelled of his cologne, incense, and ink from books. While the church was very modern when it came to technology for the most part Y/n enjoyed the fact that Copia kept himself a little less modern with books and ink wells as much as a laptop tucked away. She loved the older ways of doing things too; switching between answering emails needed and writing down some paperwork by the hand she was in her happy place.

Until her stomach growled and she was forced to take her wary eyes from her work to look at the clock on the wall and frowned in surprise when her eyes read that it was nearly dinnertime already. Dinner time huh? She'd skipped breakfast to make sure her ghouls were settling in fine and she'd worked through lunch as time got away from her. She didn't know just how bad her hunger was until her stomach damn near cramped in on itself and she swore it was almost as bad as period cramps. Sighing she carefully went through her routine of shutting things down, saving and tabbing things she was working on, and piling things neatly into drawers or her organizers.

Happily, she stretched her body hearing the crackling and pops of her bones as she unfolded herself carefully from her hair making her internally joke to herself that she was old as she headed for the doors. But that happy buzz left with the presence of what was behind the door. Rain. No, not her precious and shy ghoul. But actual rain from the sky. It was pouring down in torrents making a thunderous sound come as it pelted the roof making her flinch involuntarily. It wasn't that she hated it when it rained...she was just not overly fond of the lightning and thunder that came with rainstorms. A bad memory of when she was accidentally locked in a closet during a storm when she was young caused more trauma then people would give credit.

Y/n breathed in deeply the scent of fresh rain and wet earth before she was closing and locked Papa's office door with her copy of the key before making her way down the stone hallways. In the daylight on any normal day, the place had a nice vibe; almost nostalgic even during the nights on the rare occasion she'd walk those halls past sundown. But during storms like tonight, the place was eery; scary even, and made the hair on her arms rise on end. The halls were empty and her footsteps were drowned out by the thundering of the rain on the roof. Still, she had to press on and headed for the eating hall. But as she began to walk down the isolated halls a flash of lightening illuminated the dim area that was only lit by a few violently flickering candles on the walls and she whipped her head around when she felt herself being watched. Surely not, there was nothing to be worried about here at the Abbey. The only demons that lurked in these halls were the ghouls and she was friendly with most of them; well civil at best unless they were Papa's ghouls. Sister Imperators were...well they often enjoyed creeping her out whether intentionally or not.

She wasn't expecting to see anything when she looked over her shoulder but her heart leaped up into her throat when she saw a black-clad figure at the end of the hall; the lights flickering on the silver mask and the lightening that slashed across the sky briefly made the figure look utterly terrifying. Despite her knowledge of the halls and those who walked it both human and ghoul, it did nothing to qualm the utter animalistic fear that suddenly leaped through her as she turned and bolted down the hallway; her feet slapping loudly but being lost in the sound of the rain as she panted each breath through trembling lips. Was the figure following her? Why was she running? Was she in danger? Yes...no! no of course she wasn't! Was she?

She slammed open a pair of wide doors that opened to a vast room beyond and she was surprised to find that she'd made it to the mass hall where the sermons were usually held. The large space looked foreboding but empty even as lightning flashed and thunder rolled. Her mind fogged over with fear and her chest felt tight as she stumbled through the pews before collapsing in the corner by the stage as if trying to hide from something or someone within the room. But she was alone right? She shouldn't be running; it was stupid - just a silly panic attack about a stupid storm. But then the lights illuminated the room again and there stood that same figure just a few feet away from her and she screamed.

A pair of cold hands gripped her shoulders and she flailed trying to dislodge them only for a few pinpricks of pain to dig into the skin beneath her silk shirt and causing her mind to stutter to a stop when her big eyes lifted to meet the familiar silver masked face of a ghoul looming over her. Except it wasn't so scary anymore when dark brown eyes flashed through the eyes of it on another flash and she realized with a stupid amount of relief as she recognized them instinctively despite not knowing the face behind it.

"Satanas Y/n," the voice was soft as the figure knelt down in front of her and she threw her arms around their necks ignoring the way the mask dug into her shoulder and head as she squeezed tightly

"Hey, it's okay...." cold but reassuring hands crept up her back to hold her to them.

Rain held her tightly to him before realizing that he was soaked to the bone from the thunderstorm beyond and pulled away. "Hey, I'm getting you wet. Hold on Y/n-"

"I don't care! Shit, just..." she swallowed as her shaking fingers gripped the wet fabric of his back shirt as if afraid to let him go.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you, baby girl. We were worried when we couldn't find you or get a hold of you. I was out looking for you when I saw you in the hall running...satan below I've never seen you that scared before. Are you okay?" he reached up to wipe at the tear stains from her face.

Y/n let out a teary laugh and shook her head. "I-I'm sorry. You caught me off guard...I was in Papa's office doing some work and lost track of time. I didn't know we were going to have a storm. You just surprised me...I-I'm not overly fond of what comes during a storm." her smile was a bit wary as she looked out the window and let her hands drop to her lap as she slowly calmed down breathing in the familiar scent of Rain - like the fresh and crisp air after a storm, something like a lakeside trip during summer, and his natural Ghoul scent cologne that was indescribable.

"You're afraid of storms?" Rain tilted his head slightly to the side and Y/n couldn't help the flush that crept up her neck and face.

"It's silly. I know. It's just..." She looked down at her fingers as she played with them. "When I was little, I was playing hide and go seek with my siblings. I found myself locked in a closet on accident and they couldn't find me all day - lucky me that it started a thunderstorm during that time too." she shuddered at the memory.

The water ghoul gave a little chittering sound of comfort as he curled his tail around her leg and rested the side of his mask against her leg to look up at her; he reminded her of a puppy or kitten begging for attention. The sight made her smile despite her ebbing fear.

"It's not silly." his hand squeezes her calf and his eyes soften before he sits up. "Can I help you?"

"Hmm?" she frowns confused before flinching when another crash of thunder above them catches her off guard.

Rain is right there to pull her up to her feet. Keeping his hands on her at all times to give her a sense of comfort he begins to lead her back towards the doors and she is more confused than ever.

"Rain! What are you doing?" Y/n hoped he was just taking her back to the dorms to dry off and watch a movie or something but instead he pulls her out towards the open hallway where beyond the safety of the roof lay the torrent of rain falling.

"Rain-" she tugged on his hand but his grip was firm as he turned to her. His eyes were right behind his mask as he tilted his head at her.

"If you don't face your fear, pretty girl. You'll never learn to get over it. Come on, I got you I promise. Do you trust me?" he held out a hand to her and she just stared at him as if he was crazy.

"I don't think that's a good way to-" she began but the slight ghoul was already reaching up to tug his mask off his face.

no matter how many times she sees him without one she's struck with how utterly beautiful he is with his ashen skin, strong nose, piercing dark eyes, and thick waves of hair that nearly reached his shoulders. He placed the mask down before taking a few steps out into the rain. Not caring that within seconds he was soaked and dripping with the hair in his face that he swept away with his long strong fingers to give her a toothy grin that flashed white with the spark of lightning.

"Come on Y/n. rain won't hurt you." Y/n's lips curled up slightly as she stared at his outstretched hand.

"This rain or that rain?" she tipped her chin between him and the water rushing to the ground above them.

"Neither." the ghoul smiled a little softer as he watched her debate.

Before she could stop herself and think more clearly she reached out and took his hand. Allowing the other to pull her into the downpour and soak into her clothes in an instant. She shuddered and closed her eyes trying to imagine herself in a shower instead of a thunderstorm but it did little. As if feeling her unease and panic rising Rain's body pressed to her back and his arms wrapped around her waist to hold her tightly whether for comfort or to keep her from running she didn't know but she tried to focus on his warmth at her back instead of the water getting into her eyes.

"R-Rain I don't think it's working." the girl jerked back into him at a crack of lightning but the water ghoul was right there with her.

His mouth pressed to her ear and she felt the prickle of his stubble against the soft shell as he murmured; a voice calm and collected but deep as if coaxing her muscles to relax with the sound of his voice alone. "It's just water, baby. It's not going to hurt you. Feel it hitting your skin. Listen to the way it hits the ground - get lost in its voice. The thunder isn't something to be afraid of, think of it as a friend - the lightning as a smile as the storm speaks to you." he was slowly rocking them side to side as he spoke.

"You've dealt with so much more noise than this. Come on honey." he crooned as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

"Rain I-" Y/n swallowed and she turned her face to look at him. He looked utterly beautiful under the spray of water that rushed them. He wasn't even cold or shivering from it like she was.

He flashed her a smile before nuzzling his nose against her neck. "How about this...think of a storm as one of your ghouls."

"M-My ghouls?"

"Oh, you didn't know? Copia's adopted you so in reality you're like our holder as much as he is." Rain chirped between placing soft kisses to her neck.

"A-and how is that supposed to help?"

The water ghoul pulled his head away and instead ran his hands up her sides to her shoulders and squeezed. "Picture this." his voice was so low she had to tilt her head back so that she could hear it better over the rain.

"The thunder is the sound of Mountain as he beats at his drumset. The sharp strike of lightning is as violent but beautiful as Dew's sharp tongue. The darkened clouds remind you of Swiss and his presence is so powerful and striking you can't ignore it. The howling wind that whips the trees is Aether with his carefree and wild spirit."

Y/n's eyes had slid closed at the lull of his voice as she sagged against him but they opened to stare into the darkened eyes of the water ghoul. "And you?"

A slow quirk of his mouth teased at the edge of her own. "I'm the rain that falls at your feet; washing away all your worries."

Y/n's lips parted slightly as if to say something but instead, she found herself nodding slowly. "I-I think I might like storms after all, then," she mumbled breathlessly

"Good." a growl vibrated through her back as he pressed closer to capture her wet lips and she arched up into him only to be spun around to be pressed to a pillar.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back; fumbling slightly with the intensity of his kisses. When they needed breath they parted and Rain rested his forehead against hers breathing her in as she panted in his arms. He reached up a hand to brush away the wet strands of her hair from her face and wipe at the raindrops on her lashes with a small smile.

"Rain! Y/n!" a voice shouted through the storm and they looked over to find the other pack members rushing down the pathway toward them.

"You found her! We were worried!" Aether sighed in relief as they reached the pair. "Satanas, you're going to catch a cold. What are you doing Rain? Let's get her inside before she gets sick!" ever the mother hen the quintessence ghoul pulled off his jacket to drape it around the girl.

Y/n laughed a bit and flushed as she squeezed Rain's hand when he entwined their fingers. "I'm okay...just...being reminded again why nature is such a beautiful thing." she gave a secretive smile to the water ghoul who smirked back at her.

Dew and Swiss followed behind with the forgotten mask in Dews hands while Mountain forged ahead of them leading the way back towards the dorms rumbling almost as deep as the thunder above their heads.

"Let's get you dry and warm, blossom. I'll make you some hot cocoa and we can watch a movie."

"Actually...I was wondering if perhaps we could grab something to eat first? I-I kind of forgot about food today...too caught up in work." Y/n flushed when a few disapproving eyes landed on her and suddenly she was hauled up into another ghoul's arms.

"Brat, when are you going to learn rest days apply to you too." Swiss sighed as he carried her bridal style down the hallway.

Y/n smiled and rested her head against his shoulder. "Food....I want food and then a snuggle pile."

Rain chirped happily in reply as he wrapped his tail around her ankle as he walked beside the pair and gave a grin. "Sounds like a plan."

"And no more playing in a thunderstorm for satanas sake! We have to deal with Rain doing that enough times but he's a water ghoul it's in his nature. you get sick far too easily as a human." Aether added pointing an accusing finger at her.

"I dunno guys...I think I actually love storms." Y/n replied thoughtfully as she closed her eyes with a slight smile listening to Swiss' purr rumble his chest.

"Why's that Blossom?" Mountain piped up curiously.

"Someone special told me storms are like friends if you know where to look." she replied peeking an eye open to peer at Rain who gave her a fond smile.

The rest made noises of approval and appreciation but said nothing. They weren't stupid; they could read the signs but they said nothing as they took their precious human back to their den for some proper rest.

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fandomimaginesftw · 2 years

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Rule Number One (II)

Part I

Word Count: 1373

Pairing: NB!Reader x ean

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Dean’s eyes narrowed as he watched the news story along with every other hunter that was in the room with them. As much as he hated to admit it, Y/N was right. He should have listened to them in the office. He made them his second in command for a reason, and the one time he decided to brush her off was the time he needed to be listening more than ever. He walked back to his office, brows furrowed in frustration. Y/N had noticed, so they followed him in there, whether he wanted them to or not.

“Dean, what are we gonna do? Clearly someone in our office has gone rogue, we can't let that slide.” Dean sighed deeply, waving at Y/N to close the door. They obliged, then sat in the chair across from him. He leaned back in his chair, fingers crossed over one another as he started delving deep into his own thoughts. Who could betray them like this? All of the hunters he had recruited to work with them were good, clean people. Well, as good and clean as a hunter can get, anyway. He looked up at Y/N, a serious look darkening his emerald eyes.

“We have files on every hunter here in the storage room. Are you willing to do me a favor?” Y/N smiled softly, nodding.

“You know I am, Dean-o.” He rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore the nickname he hated. He opened a drawer behind his desk, pulling out a large key to hand to them.

“Here, I need you to go in there and look through every single file you can, present company and Sam excluded.” Y/N raised a brow, tilting their head slightly at the last part of his request.

“Look Dean, I know you might not like the thought, but we have to be super thorough. I mean, Sam has gone rogue before, right? And…so have you.” They met his disbelieving gaze, and they held up a hand as if they were telling him to calm down. “Listen. Do I think you or Sam could have done this? Absolutely not, but we have to be very careful about how we approach this. I’m gonna go do some research, and you can interview the people I think are suspicious afterwards, okay? Until then you need to be a leader to these people. They turn to you for answers and comfort. Give them that.” Y/N gave him a warm smile before taking the key, going towards the storage room that only the Winchesters and Y/N knew about.

It felt like hours since Y/N had seen anything other than the four walls of this room. Each one was covered in files and boxes of all the hunters currently residing in the bunker. They had gotten a few files that looked like it could be a match. They wondered if Dean even did a background check on any of these guys. Some of them had a real past of violence and going off on their own because they didn’t like the rules. Y/N gathered all of the files they needed and headed back to Dean’s office. He was deep in thought, looking into some files of his own when Y/N entered the small room. He looked up from his desk, his furrowed brow immediately relaxing when he saw it was Y/N. They placed the files on his desk, then crossed their arms in annoyance.

“Dean, did you even make sure all of these people could be trusted? Some of them have some really bad history in the hunting world.” Dean hummed softly to himself, picking up the few files that Y/N had picked out for him. He started looking through them, sighing softly.

“We trust hunters by word of mouth. I don’t remember anyone saying anything sketchy about any of them, but that’s more Sam’s territory, if I'm being honest.” Y/N scoffed, nodding.

“Yeah, that much is clear.” Y/N cleared their throat, keeping their eyes trained on Dean as he looked carefully through the many files. “Look, I’m gonna go to the crime scene, see if there’s any demonic foul play involved. Or anything else that might be weird. We can’t exactly cross out the possibility that these guys are possessed and the demons are just making it look like we have rogue agents.” Dean looked up at them, wondering if he even wanted to send them out there when it was still so hot.

“Well, I trust that you won’t make any dumb decisions. Take someone with you, at least. I don’t want you to go missing either, you never know what could happen out there.” Y/N couldn't hold back their laugh as they shook their head.

“Do you really think that’s the best idea right now? None of these guys can be trusted. Plus, you and Sam have to stay here in case someone shows their true colors. Trust me, kid, I got this.” Dean raised a brow, his movements pausing at the name Y/N had decided to call him. He stood up from his desk, walking over so their bodies were mere inches from each other. He looked down at them, his green eyes piercing right through their soul. They kept their gaze on his, feeling their core tremble.

“Fine, kid, take this for the road.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to theirs. They closed their eyes, drinking in every single detail, every feeling. His stubble was a little rough above their mouth, but that would never stop them from kissing those sweet, full lips of his. When he pulled away, he handed them the demon killing blade. They smirked, taking the knife and putting it in their holster next to their normal athame.

“Aww, come on, Winchester, don’t tell me you’re actually worried about little ole me.” Dean rolled his eyes, walking back to sit down behind his desk.

“Don’t look too much into it, L/N. I just want to make sure you come back in one piece.” He looked back at his papers, avoiding their eye contact. He was worried. He had no idea what they were walking into, and neither did they. He’d never admit it, but he cared for them. It may even go deeper than that, but Dean wouldn’t allow that. He wanted to say those three words that have been stuck on the tip of his tongue for years, but he didn’t want them to know he felt that way. He couldn’t be vulnerable, and everyone that knew anything about hunting knew that the white picket fence dream never worked out. Y/N took one last look at him, wondering if it would be the last they saw of him.

“Alright, Dean-o, I’m out.” Y/N walked out of the door before he could brood any longer in front of them. Y/N made their way out of the bunker through the secret entrance, checking their phone for the specific area they needed to get to. Once they had the address, they took their crappy undercover car, a green VW, to the crime scene.

It seemed they had no luck since the cops and mortician had already been there and cleaned everything up. They had a feeling deep in their gut telling them that the others had missed something, so they combed the area as thoroughly as possible. When it seemed that they came up with nothing, they sighed deeply, kicking a few rocks away. Just as they turned to go back to the car, the sound of a rock hitting something hollow sounded off behind them. They chuckled softly, nodding to themselves. They hadn’t lost their touch after all. They walked over to what made the sound, dusting off the top to reveal the logo that had been shown on the news. They tried their best to jailbreak the hatch, but to no avail. They would need to go back with their tools. They made a mental note of where the hatch was, then covered it back up and went to the car, driving back to the bunker with a satisfied smirk on their face.