This is just a compilation of poetry I've written over the years that I'm publishing because my therapist said it would be good for me. They are all depressing in a sense. Read or not, it makes no difference. Do whatever you want, get inspired by it, weep, vomit, take a shit, I don't care. Just enjoy. Available on AO3: DingDongMcGhee Twitter: @Ding_Ghee

Has both AMAB and AFAB versions. Please, for the love of all things sinful, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18. This is a SMUT. A LEMON. It is descriptive, it is long, it is SLUTTY. Rain is having a difficult time during the bi-annual estrous cycle, and the only thing that can help him fall asleep is satiating his wickedly dirty imagination. Incredibly horny ramblings and guilt ensues.

TL;DR- Rain falls head over heels for you. Long slow burn, fluff, and incredible angst ensues. Eventual happy ending included. Love was not something you or Rain ever understood, whether it be between mother and father, between friends and peers, or between you and the universe. After being shunned by your church for reasons you were not the blame for, a church of the antichrist extended their kindness to help a lost soul. Rain was in the same bin as you, and having to heal from the trauma and abuse you had both suffered in your lives was not a one-day process. But with your new found friends, Papa Emeritus III as your best friend and mentor, the ghouls accepting you in their lives, your new job in the clergy, and a quickly developing romantic relationship with the shy bassist, your lives become a lot more happy than they ever were before.