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This probably one of the best I've read on here.
Your angsty Dew stuff is killing me I am here to humbly request more <3
Of course, sweetheart! Here's more Dew struggling with quint magic being used.
Also, so sorry for doing Aeth like this but...it just wouldn't leave me alone so here we are. I will make it up to him, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!
Non-con use of magic! Dew feels dirty about it please read with caution angels!
It's all angst all the time.
Omega is the first to use it against him without his permission. He never uses it maliciously, never takes over and drives Dew to madness even though he could. He could warp Dew into a completely different Ghoul, could throw him head first off a cliff and Dew wouldn't be able to fight.
When he feels Dew retreating in on himself he pulls him out.
Dewdrop can feel it in his brain like little fingers tugging and pulling him where they want him. Sometimes he'll struggle, try to keep his walls firmly in place but he's not strong enough against Omega.
He feels like a rag doll sometimes, like he's a puppet and Omega holds his strings.
The little water ghoul knows he means well, does it to keep him safe and happy but…
When Aether comes and starts training, he's even stronger than Omega is.
He asks Dew if he can use it during sex and at first he likes it, it's like more hands on his body, lips and tongues and Aether can have him seeing whatever he wants. It's fun to play with…
But then sometimes he's just sitting there and he feels it creeping up over his spine and into his hair, nipping at the tips of his ears and he wants to scream. He knows it's part of Aether but it isn't him really.
Sometimes it feels like a violation and it hurts so bad he can't stand it.
He uses it to keep him docile when he starts to panic and lash out, slips into his head and pokes and prods and pulls up things Dew doesn't want anyone else to know about. He's glassy eyed and limp in his arms by the time Aether pulls out of his mind.
Dewdrop understands he means well, trying to keep him from fighting himself but it feels like he wants him to change, to rip out his anger and keep him sweet. Dew likes his anger, it's a shield that keeps his heart protected and when it's stripped away he feels too open, weak to attack.
When he decides to leave and move on to another Abbey he tells Dew he can make it feel like he's never existed, can pull himself out of Dew's memories.
He screams until he can't breathe, until Mountain kicks in the door and punches Aether and scoops Dew up into his arms and cradles him.
He feels shattered, dirty, broken…
Then Phantom comes and Dew can't stand him on principal alone.
Aether had hurt him, deeply wounded him, but still seeing someone replace him felt like a kick to the teeth.
He could tell he was strong. The little ghoul just vibrating with magic.
Dew kept a wide berth and refused to pay too much attention, tries not to do anything that would make him want to use it against him.
He sees him use it on Swiss and Rain when their bodies ache, the way they sag in relief and thank him, how he quickly reigns it back in as soon as he helped them. He's seen the way he gently slips into Mountain's dreams when the big ghoul has a nightmare and twitches and whimpers in his sleep, offers just enough to take the edge of fear away.
Panic hits Dew hard and fast, usually out of no where and violent enough to leave him breathless and on his knees shaking.
He tries to keep it hidden, never wants to bother the pack but Phantom finds him. Dew's distress shining neon and screaming out to his quintessence.
He sits beside him, keeps his hands to himself. "What can I do?"
Dew tells him to leave, pulls his knees up tight under his chin and begs him to just leave.
He doesn't. He lays a steady hand on Dew's shaking shoulder and just sits with him.
Dew can feel his magic around him, feels the way it wants to reach out but Phantom won't let it touch him.
He doesn't understand. Phantom is the strongest quint he's ever felt but he hasn't once tried to pin Dewdrop down and rearrange his mind to make him more palatable. He keeps it locked tight.
He let's Phantom hug him, lets him pull him into his lap and pet his hair. He's warm and soft and Dew wants it so bad he can taste it.
"Don't use it on me…don't ever use it on me." He knows he's begging, knows Phantom will probably ask about it at some point.
"I won't. I promise I won't, Dew."
And he wants to believe that, wants to let those words sit in his brain and close over the wounds left by magic he wanted nothing to do with. But he knew how quickly soft hands could turn to fists and how tempting that power could be.
All he hopes is that when Phantom decides to destroy him, he at least does it quickly.