Dewdrop Ghoul x Reader Fluff
Summary: It's been a rough day. So rough you don't even understand why you're on the floor, begging to some deity to slow down your heart rate.
Warnings: PANIC ATTACK - PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THAT WILL TRIGGER YOU!! Just Dewdrop helping you out
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You knew it would be a poor day the moment you woke up and had to drag yourself out of bed like a zombie. Usually, you had a fairly easy time getting out of bed, but this morning your eyes dropped back down and you almost sunk so far into your pillow you would've been late for your duties around the ministry.
There wasn't any appeal in the aid of sermons, though you didn't have much of a choice. Most of the siblings were respectful when you helped, passing around certain books and items to help them in their worship, only few of them with nasty attitudes that made your own happiness decay more and more.
Sister Imperator, of course, led most of the prayers and praised Satan's name, voice drifting to ghouls and siblings in strong persuading words. And one of your favorite ghouls smiled at you as you stood up there, making you nod your head. Unusual for you. He would definitely mention that when pestering you later.
Dewdrop always made you smile, but with the weight of the world crushing your shoulder bones into dust, you couldn't even lift your lifts for the return.
"As you all know-" Sister Imperator's voice only faded in and out of your head, coming back when she would start a sentence and leaving when she would get to the important stuff. It was getting harder and harder to try and focus, her movements become a blur next to you as you passed the time daydreaming of being anywhere else.
You hadn't even realized that you'd been staring down at your feet, zoned out, till Sister tapped you on the shoulder and you looked to see most of everyone gone- and if they weren't gone, they were packing up their stuff and heading for the door.
"Is there something wrong? Everytime I see you, I feel as if you're somewhere else," she spoke, hands placed tenderly on the side of your arms, watching your face.
You didn't wanna lie, you knew you would feel guilty if it came to the point of lying, but you inhaled and shook your head with a false confidence, "Nothing is wrong, Sister, I guess I've just been tired. I haven't been able to sleep till odd hours of the night."
She paused for a moment to watch your face. She knew you were lying, if Sister Imperator knew anything, she knew when one of her siblings were lying. And you were lying straight to her face. But, she didn't bother to call you out on it.
"Well, Lucifer calls out to siblings when they least expect it, yes?"
You nodded your head, smiling to her with a forced happiness before excusing yourself and leaving the chapel with quick strides.
The walk to the dining hall was dragging, and every step you took, you felt less and less hungry. And every slap of your boots against the marble flooring made you more and more anxious. Your heart thrummed against your chest and you exhaled, slipping into a hallway that was the opposite way you were supposed to go, one where everyone had already vacated.
You forgot where this hallway led, and you felt guilt run your blood dry, making your throat wanna close. You lied to Sister Imperator and you're skipping lunch, what next. And in that moment, you felt it coming on you, eyes stinging. Why were you so nervous? You felt like you couldn't breath.
You backed yourself against a walk and let your body slide down it till your backside hit the floor. Your breathing picked up and you felt tears slip out of your eyes. Why were you crying? Why did everything feel so overwhelming, like a burning in your chest? You weren't that stressed... were you?
Heavy thumps echoed through the halls to the left of you, where you'd come from. They neared every second, but your heart shook louder than them, like crashing waves flooding into your ears.
You felt yourself being shook and you looked up to see Dewdrop, hunched over, peering at you through his leather mask. Your eyes produced tears without your control and you tried to silence your breathing, letting it become shallow.
"Y/n? Y/n, what's wrong?" he asked, head slanted as his hands came up to hold your face, trying to give you some sort of stimulation to calm you down.
You lurched at him, arms hugging around his waist and pulling him to fully sit with you on the marble floor. With your face pressed into the crook of his neck, you let everything out. You cried, breathing erratically, but you felt like you'd come alive there. Like you could stop it now, it didn't control you anymore. But you didn't want to stop, not yet.
Dewdrop ran his hands up and down your back, pulling you to sit limp in his lap, legs criss-crossed as he let you cry on his shoulder, fingers stroking through your hair softly, "Let it out. I'm here, I'm right here.."
His voice made your body shudder and you held him tighter, curling up in his warm arms as you felt your crying melt into slow sobs.
"That's it, there you go. Everything's going to be okay," he whispered, petting your hair. You felt your breathing settle and the tears stopped coming out like a faucet.
"Dew? I'm... I'm sorry for- for worrying you like that," you said between small hiccups, your heart still beating like it wanted to push its way out of your heart cavity.
He pressed his head to the top if yours, "Never apologize, I just wanna be here for you, sweetheart."
You smiled against him and let your body shiver against him, though you were warm from his heat. He let his hands run all over you, his touches bringing you to reality more and more.
"Let's get you back to your room, I'll bring you some food from the dining hall," he whispered, kissing the top of your ear, "And then we can listen to your favorite songs. And even take a nap together if you want to."
You leaned back to look him in the eyes. He smeared some tears across your skin and smiled at you. Your eyes and lips were puffy and flushed, contrasting your skin color. He curved his palms over your cheeks, pecking your chin with a sharp toothed smile.
"Can- Can we go to your room instead?" you asked with a sniffle.
"Of course, my love."
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