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st-danger · 7 months

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Please please please please a single ficlet expanding on Predator Aeon and “prey” Swiss! 🙏😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏

If he listens, really listens- not just with his ears, but with little tendrils of quintessence that he plucks out of the air and extends forward- he can hear just how loud Swiss's heart is racing. The stretch of his lungs when he draws a breath.

Swiss has to pause; Aeon can feel how hard he's been working, how much energy he's expended on the chase so far, and he bends over, hands on his knees, panting. Gold eyes darting around in the darkness of the woods, trying to be alert and aware for any tip off that Aeon is close.

He is.

Less than fifteen feet away, if that. A generous estimate. Aeon leans against a tree and strokes the rough bark of it, a self-soothing little gesture. He's so keyed up now, trying his best to conceal his own laboured breaths, though they stem more from excitement and less from exhaustion. Aeon can run, and he has been, but he hasn't been running the way Swiss has, desperate to keep enough distance between them where he's just far enough out of reach where Aeon cannot spin magick around him.

Alas.

Aeon squints, focusing, and caresses the air with two thin fingers. Swiss grunts with surprise, bats at the back of his neck to shake off an imaginary touch, and ends up stumbling over his own feet, falling forward in the process. The full moon above reflects enough light down on them, and the tension it doesn't show, Aeon can feel anyway. Can smell.

"Cheap shot," Swiss calls out, to the forest around him. He can't see where Aeon is; he's put too much into melting into the shadows, and Swiss's attention darts around too quickly to see anything. If he'd been calmer, he might have caught the strange distortion by the tree, the weird, warbling ink beside it.

Alas.

Throwing the disguise off like a jumper onto the floor, Aeon pounces.

He's on him before Swiss has time to turn around, to realize where the sound of feet against leaves and twigs comes from, and Aeon has him shoved into the forest floor quickly, forcing a grunt from Swiss as the air is knocked out of him. A hand on the back of his neck, straddling, pressing- Aeon sits fat in his pants. He's been excited since this started, but now that he has Swiss's exhausted, struggling form underneath him, he's filling out in earnest with little ceremony. Grinding it into his back while he struggles to keep Swiss down.

"No, no," Aeon laughs, breathless and ecstatic, "stay down buddy." He tries his best to hold him, he really does- he had been hoping to wear him out a little more, get him tired out, get those strong legs tired so he wouldn't be able to kick the way he's doing now. He usually likes to draw it out more. Subconsciously he must really have been wanting a fight. Swiss flails, grunting, trying to reach back and swat at him, kick his legs out from under Aeon's slinky frame, but the weight of him, the quintessence licking into his brain telling him to relax, to let go, to give up gives Aeon a chance. "Got you," he tells Swiss. "I won."

"Haven't won shit yet," Swiss manages, still trying to throw him off, wiggle free, drag himself away.

Aeon adores him for so very many reasons. Getting his money's worth from these hunts is one of them.

"Gonna fuck you," Aeon groans, and presses himself flush against his back so he can grind his cock against Swiss's ass. Make him feel what this has done to him, what he's going to take. The smell of rich, damp earth gets stronger as they disturb the forest floor, kicking and smearing the dirt, and the heady combination of it combined with the desperation Swiss is throwing off makes Aeon a little woozy. "Gonna give me my prize?" Punctuates the question by reaching down and grabbing a handful of Swiss's ass, squeezing hard enough to be uncomfortable.

It's a miscalculation.

The shift in weight is enough for Swiss to shrug out from under, rearing back sharp and sudden, and Aeon is thrown on to his back, trapping his own leg beneath him. It's a solid connection against the dirt, and the sense of loss he feels when Swiss slides from his grasp is devastating. Panicky, he reaches for Swiss, swiping to grab a shoulder, a shirt, to touch him long enough to force some magick into his body to stun him long enough to get a chance to clamber on top once more.

The slap comes as a surprise, a firm crack against his cheek from a large, warm hand that makes him gasp, stunning him long enough to shift the balance. Swiss is on him in a second, a hand on his throat, choking, holding. Aeon claws at his forearm, writhing underneath the weight of the thick thighs bracketing his frame.

"What a nasty piece of work you are," Swiss huffs, while Aeon kicks and wheezes for breath he does not get.

Aeon may be fast, and he might have quintessence on his side, but Swiss is strong. Swiss has enough quintessence flowing through his mish-mash of elements to recognize it, to brush it off like crumbs on a table. Another slap to his face and Aeon whimpers with it, desperate to breathe. A more seasoned ghoul could still work magick in a situation like this, he's sure, but Aeon can't find the concentration to will anything to happen. Swiss is choking him, humping him- Aeon can feel him thick and blood hot through his thin track pants, rubbing himself against Aeon's body the way he'd been doing to Swiss moments before.

Aeon taps frantically at Swiss's forearm, and Swiss releases his throat. Aeon coughs, fiending for breath, sucking deep lungfuls until Swiss leans forward and shoves their mouths together, forcing his tongue deeper than Aeon is ready for, licking in until Aeon is grabbing at his shirt to keep him near.

"Need it bad," Swiss growls, and Aeon isn't sure if he's speaking to him, or voicing his own desire aloud. He isn't sure it matters. Not really. There's a hand in his hair, a hand gripping his face, his chin so hard it hurts. "C'mon you little cunt." Another grind of their dicks together and Aeon's brain short-circuits, heart hammering away while he goes dizzy. "C'mon and give it up, pretty boy."

"Make me," Aeon says, because he can. Because there's still some fight left in them both even if there isn't much. Swiss's tongue is back in his mouth, cutting off any further challenges. Deep, wet strokes, tasting him like he means to wholly consume, fingers digging into his jaw and dimpling the skin. Trying to wriggle simply leads Swiss to lay even more of his weight upon him until he's pressed so close Aeon is back to struggling to draw a full breath.

Swiss eases up only when Aeon's struggling gets weaker, and even then, it's only for a moment. As easy as moving a pillow on a bed, Swiss climbs off, throws him onto his stomach.

"Thought you'd try a little harder," Swiss scoffs, and Aeon flushes when Swiss settles behind him, grabs his hips, and forces his ass up, grabbing the elastic waistband and yanking them down, exposing him. His face is hot, thighs trembling while his cock bounces all on it's own in search of some friction. Swiss wolf-whistles when Aeon clenches, unable to stop himself, giving him a show. "Arch all pretty for me," he demands and Aeon does. When Swiss spreads him, leans down and spits onto his hole-

Well. Winning is fun, of course, but the fingertip prodding at him, petting a very private, sensitive spot while he leaks precum onto the ground...

Losing isn't half bad, either.

#st-speaks #the band ghost #ghost #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss/aeon #swiss x aeon #swiss/phantom #swiss x phantom

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ladylooch · 1 year

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I might have to request Nico fluff cause the last one you wrote was absolutely brilliant😭 and if you want to add some spice to it I'm down

The answer to any Nico fluff request will always be yes. Forever. He is so easy to write. And I really love this AU. So how about the fluffiest fluff there ever is in human existence 💍

This is part of the What My World Spins Around AU. Catch the other blurbs on my master list here.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: 18+ Content!, fluff, drinking, swearing because I like the F word... and smut LOL.

The final bubbles of my glass of champagne pop and sputter against my lips as I bring the flute to my mouth. I finish the drink off, glancing over my shoulder. I scan the inside of the restaurant, searching for Nico. He’s been in the bathroom for awhile. I hope he’s okay. Not seeing him in my immediate view, I turn back to the street just beyond our patio seating.

We are back in Switzerland for another off-season. The Devils year ended short of a Stanley Cup, but their captain is in much better spirits compared to last summer. The team grew so much this year; Nico did too. He became stronger in his leadership, more sure of the direction of the team and the future management has been promising him since he was drafted.

It feels like their hard work has pushed them forward enough to ease the sting. Instead, he can barely wait for the puck to drop next season.

I watch as a couple of bikers stride through the street towards the setting sun. It’s hinting at beautiful colors tonight. I pull my phone up to attempt a picture, but it’s pointless. The colors are prettier than the phone can even show.

I reach for my flute again, disappointed when I remember I already drank the last of it.

“Sorry, babe.” Nico announces his presences as he moves to stand next to me.

“Are you okay?” I ask, placing my hand on his wrist. He looks flushed and like he’s a bit troubled.

“Yeah. Just got caught up in a conversation inside.” He assures me. I nod in understanding. It’s a common occurrence when we are here. “You up for a walk?” He extends his hand to move my hair behind my ear, then off my shoulder. My dark curls cascade down my back drawing his brown gaze as they cover the bare skin of my upper back. I look around for our waiter, not seeing him in immediate view. “I already paid.” He tells me. I pause, wrinkling my nose at his weird behavior.

“A little impatient tonight.” I chuckle, grabbing my purse and accepting his outstretched hand.

“You do see this sunset right? It’s amazing. If we can get beyond the buildings in the next few minutes, it will be even better.”

I trust the Swiss native at his word and allow for him to hustle me down the street. My wedges hate the cobblestone path, so Nico has to continuously steady me as we go. We break through the buildings into an open area that leads to the marina and glacial lake we live on the other side of.

“Oh, wow.” I whisper. “You should have picked a house on this side of the lake.”

“They won’t build anything new over here. Ground is too unsteady in the winter.” His gaze is intense in front of us like he’s facing a fierce opponent, not staring at a gorgeous, summer sunset.

“Bummer.” I pout, following him down to the public pier that leads into the clear, blue water.

As we walk, the colors begin to change from soft glows of yellow to bursting warm colors beginning with pink and ending with orange and reds.

“Wow.” I whisper to him, completely mesmerized.

Our fingers are linked loosely together as we walk, swinging between our bodies. The colors intensify more, causing the lake to toss diamonds across it’s glass surface. The hues dance along the Swiss Alps causing an idyllic glow in the valley. It’s breathtaking and indescribable. My eyes drink in the sight, barely noticing when Nico’s fingers drop from mine. I stand rooted to my spot, trying to remember each flick of light across the mountains.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen-” I turn, to face Nico completely. When I see him down on one knee, my words get stuck in my throat. “Ah.” Sputters out with what is left of them.

“You are without a doubt the love of my life.” His voice shakes as he pulls in a breath. My hand clasps over my mouth as I close my eyes, whispering ohmygod over and over to myself. “I love you in ways I didn’t know were possible to love another person.”

“Yes.” I whisper to him, nodding my head and reaching for his shoulders. I drop to my knees, sliding my hands around his neck to stroke his cheeks with my thumbs. I tug his face to mine for a desperate kiss.

“I’m not done.” He laughs against my mouth.

“Yes.” I insist again, pressing my lips more forcefully to his.

“I haven’t asked.” He reminds me, but his tongue comes out of his mouth to tangle with mine. I pull back to look at him. His face swims in my growing tears. One spills over my bottom lash so he catches it with his thumb. My lips wobble, trying to stuff the happy sob in my throat. I end up bitting into my tongue until I can taste blood in my mouth.

“I never want to know what it’s like to not have this. I want you with me for every moment, good and bad and average, for the rest of my life.” He smiles as more tears dash down my cheeks. I nod enthusiastically in wholehearted agreement. He reaches out for my face. I gasp as I lean into his touch. “Will you marry me?” It’s an excited whisper that has an effervescent grin pulling my cheeks tight.

“Yes!” I squeal, head tilting back and spilling electric laughter. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He pops the black ring box open and I practically faint.

“Oh… my GOD. Nico.” I am flabbergasted by the size of the diamond. It’s an oval cut in a platinum setting with several smaller diamonds that form a V down the sides of the band. It’s better than my wildest fantasies or any ring on my Pinterest board.

“You like it?”

“I love it.” I watch my hand tremble as he slides the ring onto my finger.

“Whew, it fits.” He grins at me when he secures it in place.

“Oh.. how I love you.” I whimper to him, pressing our lips together again. The kiss is filled with sweetness. We share soft, open presses of our mouthes while his hands hold us firmly together.

Cheers break us apart. I look behind Nico and see his parents rushing towards us. Katja has her arms thrust into the air in excitement. Rino hold his hands up to his mouths to hoot at us. I smile, hiding my nose in Nico’s shoulder.

“I think we know those people.” I say, kissing the crook of his neck.

“They insisted on watching.” He chuckles, maneuvering us both to stand. I catch the glint of my ring as I brush a piece of my hair behind my ear. I can barely believe this is happening. Nico wraps his arms around my hips as we watch their final, joyful approach. His touch is grounding, but just in case this is a dream, nobody wake me up.

Nico keeps the celebration with his parents quick. We snap pictures, doing all the ring related poses and popping of champagne. Strangers embrace us with hugs and warm wishes of congratulations. I’m overwhelmed by the feelings of love and joy sweeping from every part of my body. Before I know what is happening, Nico is ushering me back to the car.

We crash into the house when we get home, beginning to strip each other’s clothes off.

“All I want on you is your engagement ring.” Nico tells me, tugging my dress over my head. My matching red, peek a boo lingerie has him groaning.

“You sure about that?” I ask him, watching as his eyes drink me in. He steps forward, leaning his head down to suck my nipple into his mouth through the fabric. The barrier is too much. He shoves the cup down, gripping my breast tightly in his hand before sucking me deeper into his mouth. “Ahhh.” I whine to him, fingers threading into his long locks.

“Yeah I’m sure.” His nostrils flare when he pulls away. On the counter, the world demands our presence. Vibrating and flashing with text messages and phone calls, begging to hear about how the Swiss captain proposed.

They can wait. We can’t.

Nico reaches around to unclasp my bra, happy when it falls to our feet.

“So fucking beautiful.” He hums, reaching for my other breast, tugging the pink nipple into his mouth. His teeth scrape lightly against it, making me wiggle impatiently in his arms. I reach for his hand, sliding it into my panties and beginning the motion I want from him. He grins, hooking my leg around his waist so he can run his thumb in tighter circles. My head knocks back to almost between my shoulder blades as I cry my appreciate to my future husband.

When my head snaps back, I turn into a vixen.

“You got on your knees; it’s only fair I repeat the favor.” I drawl. His glinting brown eyes watch my descent to the floor. He tugs his bottom lip into his mouth watching as I pull his thick shaft from his pants. His palms come to gather my hair at the back of my head. He tugs the hairs tight, holding my head back as his erection bounces against my tongue. He leers down at me as I stroke from base to tip. My wet mouth encloses around his head completely, sucking in steady pulses around the sensitive skin. Nico’s knees almost buckle.

“Look at how pretty my fiancé looks with me in her mouth.” He moans as I suck him deeper.

“Ring looks good too.” I point out, showing him the glittering of the diamond against his taut skin.

“Mmm, almost as good as you.” He groans as I swirl my tongue along his seeping head. I take him as deep as I can, letting him set his hands on my head to fuck my mouth. His thrusts deepen and I resist the urge to gag around his hefty length. He sighs heavily as he falls from my mouth. “I can’t.” He confesses. “Not going to last long enough to get inside of you.” He reaches for my hands to pull me up. “Where?” He asks.

“Right here.”

“Nah.” His head shake is assertive. “You deserve better than the floor.” He kisses my lips, swirling his tongue in my mouth to taste the last bit of himself there. His hands press into my hips, steering me towards the living room. We get to the couch wrapping our arms around each other, falling on it together. Our tongues meld as one, enjoying the company of one another’s mouthes.

Nico reaches between us, gripping his cock to put himself between my folds. His fingers play with me, massaging me until I’m whimpering beneath him again.

“Nico.” I’m exasperated, too empty to keep playing this game with him. “Please.”

“Beg a little more.” He asks me watching my face as my eyebrows pull together in need.

“I can’t… please, I can’t wait anymore.” I don’t even need to play it up. I’m that desperate for him. He likes the sound of my pleading. One more stroke down my heat and he smoothly pushes himself inside of me.

“Oh.” We both moan at the same time.

“So good.” He whispers into my mouth. He kisses me sloppily as his thrusts push me up the couch. The crown of my head hits the arm of it quickly. I wince slightly and Nico adjusts the pillow to protect my head. “Better?” He asks me, watching my face intently. I nod eagerly. With my head safe, he begins to increase the tempo. His hips snap and roll, then his staccato thrusts increase as he widens my knees.

“Fuck, baby you are gorgeous. So.. god damn perfect.” His long locks dance in front of his face as he looks down at us connecting. His gaze returns to mine when I scratch my nails down his arms. “Keep looking at me like that.” He murmurs, hand coming down to stroke my face. “Don’t look away.” I bite my lip, causing Nico to groan again. “So sexy.” My eyes close and he squeezes my cheeks as a reminder. “Me baby, eyes on me. I want you to see who makes you feel this good.” My fingers move from his arms to his ass cheeks, forcing my nails in to make him increase the tempo. “Tell me.”

“I want more, Neeks. Please. Just a little.”

He tilts my hips up, adjusting me so he can go deeper. I lurch off the couch, arching my back as he strokes my inner walls just right. My hand comes down, touching my clit in soft circles. Nico brings a hand to my breast, massaging it beneath his fingers.

“Baby.” It’s a breathless whisper that falls from my swollen lips greedily. I grit my teeth, eyes closing. Nico leans down to my ear, hot gulps of air enclosing the space between us.

“I’m so addicted to you, sweet girl.” He murmurs, thrusting faster into me. “The rest of my life still won’t be enough of you.” My fingers grip the back of his neck. Then, my nail beds turn white against Nico’s skin as I come, taking him right with me.

I’m shaking when Nico jerks a final time inside me. His strong arms hold most of his weight over me, but our chests stick to each other. I feel his nose on my shoulder. He glides his way to the dip of my neck then kisses his way up my cheek to my lips. Our breathing collides between our faces in ragged exhales.

The way he looks at me has tears building in my eyes.

“Do I really get that look forever?” I whisper to him, fingers ghosting along his face to brush his hair back from his eyes. He doesn’t speak just nods.

There are some things words can’t describe.

The feeling of laying in Nico’s arms, newly engaged and freshly loved, is definitely one of those things.

#nico hischier #nico hischier fic #nico hischier smut #New Jersey devils #nhl writing #nhl fan fiction #hockey writing #writing request #my writing

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amethyst-ghoul-backup · 11 months

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Hello ! How are you ? 🖤 Do you think you could write headcanons for the Ghouls going to karaoke (pleaaaase) ? I just had this thought of them absolutely having a blast while singing Bohemian Rhapsody (don’t ask me why 💀😭)

omg your brain is *chef’s kiss* i love this idea!!

also i got a little carried away so i do apologize for that y’all 😭😭

- The ghouls are allowed one sort of fun outing to town per week

- Copia is required to chaperone but he’ll let them pick what they want to do and where they want to go, he just goes along to supervise

- To keep everything fair, the ghouls get to write down one idea each for what they want to do, they put the ideas in a hat, and draw one each week until they’ve done everyone’s idea

- On Friday night the pack gathers around the hat and Cirrus pulls a slip with the words “Karaoke bar” on it

- So karaoke it is

- On Saturday night all 8 of them and Copia pile into one of the ministry’s van and off they go

- They enter a mostly empty little karaoke bar and get a private room for singing

- They also order a bunch of drinks

- Swiss insists on going first and gives a very unique rendition of No Hands

- Dew and Sunshine cheer him on of course

- Cirrus and Aether absolutely kill their choice of Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

- The others can’t help but give Mountain an amused glance every time his name comes up in the song

- He is very much not amused

- Cumulus goes next and sings Halo by Beyoncé so beautifully that Copia rethinks her being an Air Ghoul because she HAS to be part siren

- “Show off” Dew jokingly mutters when she’s done but Rain slaps him on the arm anyway

- Sunshine decides she wants to sing I Won’t Say I’m In Love from the Hercules soundtrack and gets Swiss and Aether to be the muses

- They do the little dances and everything

- Like i’m talking full on movie accurate choreography

- Rain and Mountain seem sort of reluctant at first but once they realize Disney songs are an option they are all for it

- They do Under The Sea from The Little Mermaid, Hakuna Matata from The Lion King, I’ll Make A Man Outta You from Mulan, and more

- Aether cuts them off after they sing The Bare Necessities for the second time

- After Dew has one too many margaritas (he drank 6) he BODIES Rap God by Eminem and Tap In by Saweetie

- When he starts singing CPR by Cupcakke Copia knows it’s time to go

- “But youuu haven’t sung anything yet Cardi!” Sunshine drunkenly points out from the couch where she’s leaning all of her body weight on a fast asleep Cirrus

- All the ghouls turn to Copia with nods of agreement

- “I— eh, eh-heh. That is true. I suppose one more song wouldn’t hurt.” Copia agrees

- He wanted to do Piano Man by Billy Joel but that wasn’t an option

- So he goes with Bohemian Rhapsody

- And boy was that a choice

- As soon as the ghouls hear the intro they get so hyped up

- Copia sings the intro and verse 1 and 2 by himself

- Dew and Aether vocalize the guitar solo but it’s really off pitch

- The ghouls join in verse 3 and they all do the high pitched voice

- They do the little call and response with Copia

- Sunshine, Rain, and Cumulus song the “Let me go” part and the other five ghouls sing the “We will not let you go” part

- When it’s all over they end up super giggly and in high spirits

- Then they got kicked out because Dew got too excited and lit a couch on fire

- But it was an overall 10/10 experience

If you read all of this to the end, you’re a real one! Also does anyone know of that tiktok with that group of boys wearing like navy blue bedsheets as togas and lip syncing to I Won’t Say I’m In Love cause that’s exactly what I imagine Swiss and Aether doing while Sunshine sings. Someone please know what I’m talking about 😭😭

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ghoulangerlee · 9 months

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I saw the kiss prompts!! So cute ❤️

Maybe "just follow my lead" & lifting your lover up while kissing with Aeon and Swiss?

Only if you want to of course!!!

Anon, please accept this humble Swiss/Aeon 💚 thank you so much for the prompt, I love these two 😭

nothing extreme in here, a kiss, Swiss' turbulent emotions, Aeon's confusion but eagerly going along with it. Enjoy!

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“Where are we going?” Aeon asks, trying to keep his voice down, though judging by the dirty look he gets from one of the many crew members milling around the backstage area, he doesn’t do a good job at it.

It could however, also be because he and Swiss have been weaving through and around them for the past several minutes, getting further from the stage.

Aeon reaches out and grabs at Swiss’ wrist, he doesn’t try to pull his hand away, just squeezes it, trying to get the taller ghoul’s attention, “Where are we going?” he asks his voice cracking a bit as Swiss takes a sudden sharp right onto a slightly less crowded hallway, “Swiss, Imperium is going to start in less than fifteen minutes.”

Swiss, predictably, doesn’t say anything, just tugs Aeon closer to his back as he turns another hallway—this one empty, stopping just short enough to make Aeon run into him.

Aeon groans and shuffles away from Swiss, as much as he can, bringing his other hand up to rub at the bridge of his nose where his helmet had dug into it upon impact, “Swiss,” he says, there’s a hint of warning in his tone now, “What are we doing?”

Swiss looks from the left to the right and then tugs Aeon across the hallway, wrenching open one of the closed door, “Just follow my lead here,” he finally says, though it just confuses Aeon more.

It's a storage room, one that’s dark and smells mostly of mildew, and Aeon goes to protest, to laugh off this insane turn of events when Swiss pulls him inside—the door closing behind him.

“What—!?” Aeon goes to ask, but he’s cut off by Swiss, who quickly pulls his helmet off and drops it to the concrete floor before pulling his own off as well—and then, there’s even less talking, less thought, when Swiss crowds Aeon up against the door and crouches, his hands going to Aeon’s thighs and then he’s lifting him.

Aeon’s hands bat at Swiss’ shoulders before he digs his fingers into his shirt to hold on, Swiss’ mouth slotting against his and drawing all coherent thought from him.

His mouth tastes of the disgusting metallic fruit whatever the hell flavor he has in his vape currently, something that only gets stronger and more obnoxious when they’re on tour, but Aeon can’t help himself as he sinks his fingers into Swiss’ short hair and pulls him further into it, opening his mouth and letting Swiss lick into it like he’s trying to chase the last dredges of mint flavor from the gum he’d been chewing before he’d been unceremoniously dragged back here.

And for the most part, Aeon is content to stay here for as long as possible, now that Swiss has him where he wants him, between a door and a hard place—but then his ear piece rumbles to life with a shuddering reminder that they’re in a storage closet right before a ritual.

Aeon pushes at Swiss’ shoulder with his free hand, fights back the disappointment when he does move, even though he knows that he’s the one who pushed Swiss away, “Not that I’m complaining,” he begins, gentling his touch in Swiss’ hair, “much,” he clarifies at Swiss’ amused look, “But did you really have to drag me all the way back here for a kiss?” he asks. “The others know, and they’re not going to stop you from kissing me before we go on.” Aeon’s curious purple eyes search Swiss’ face, “You’re not afraid of Papa seeing us, are you?”

Swiss snorts at that and finally, albeit slowly, untangles himself from Aeon, and lets the shorter ghoul stand on his own again, “You can call him Copia,” he says, completely ignoring the question, “He’s not going to eat you…” he pauses and narrows his eyes a bit, “Unless you want him to,” he teases, grinning at the way the flush across Aeon’s glamoured skin is much more visible than when he’s not.

Aeon huffs and shoves Swiss before leaning over to pick his helmet up off the floor, “Be serious,” he says, ignoring that most of Swiss’ lipstick is smeared around his own mouth, fixing the balaclava and shoving his helmet back on his head, “Why a storage room of all places?”

Swiss seems to sober a bit and digs around in his pocket for a moment, pulling out a tube of lipstick, “Maybe I just wanted a private place to kiss you,” he says nonchalantly before doing his best to re-apply his lipstick in the dark.

Aeon opens his mouth, goes to push and find out why he’d wanted a private place, when most of their previous dalliances had been around or near the others, it wasn’t a secret in the least that Aeon fancied Swiss, and unless Swiss was just obtuse about his own emotions, it wasn’t a secret to anyone that Swiss also fancied Aeon.

His ear piece blares to life again, another call for places as the beginning notes of Imperium start to filter through, even to the little storage area they’re in and Aeon swears, ducks down to grab Swiss’ helmet, “Later,” he says, his tone somewhat serious, “Later we’re going to talk about this.” He passes the helmet over to Swiss and well, he looks a bit like he might be sick.

“We need to go, but later we’ll talk, in whatever storage room you want.” Aeon says, gentling his tone and that seems to spur Swiss on a bit, the taller ghoul pulling his helmet back on after pocketing his lipstick—and, in a strange sort of reverse, he grabs Swiss’s hand, ignoring how well they fit together, tugging the taller ghoul out of the storage room and back the way they came, dodging all of the previous crew who were still shooting them dirty looks and completely ignoring the raised eyebrow from Papa at their tardiness.

When his guitar is passed to him, and he’s called to his place on stage, he briefly looks back at Swiss and presses two fingers against his own lips to simulate blowing a kiss to him.

Right before the curtain drops and the music swells into Kaisarion, Swiss smiles at him, the glow of his silver eyes visible through the darkened lenses

#nameless ghoul fic #the band ghost fic #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss/aeon #my writing #tumblr fic

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blueberrybladelemonade · 8 months

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Sergal Tower / Merp Tower

🍕🧀New PizzaTower Au. Everyone's a sergal now. Aka cheese wedge head race. The end.🍕🧀

Don't take this seriously lol. I just wanted to jumpscare everyone into thinking I was also jumping on the PT AU bandwagon.

But uh...if anyone actually does wanna draw art of these go for it, sergal ref below in case any mad lad actually likes this.

Ideas nonetheless. Actually tried to make the bosses interesting tho.

Peppino: Still anxious and angry and has a pizzeria and same clothes. But as a sergal. Very original lol. Oh yeah, tail tip has no fluff on it. Also one arm is black, the other's white.

Gustavo and Brick: Gustavo is a very short sergal, still rides Brick to get around(still a rat? Probably)

Chilipepper: Red sergal that uses his comically fluffy tail as a paintbrush. Ears and lower arms are green.

Swiss Sheriff/Sheriff Swiss: Cheese sergal, tail and arms/legs have holes in it like swiss cheese (think changelings from MLP: FiM). Still has a cowboy hat. Pale yellow and cream color. Uses a pistol still, can grab you with his tail instead of the flamethrower part of the fight.

The Merp: White and grey sergal that wears a bargain bin looking ass cheese costume. Red eyes. Uses bombs and bites

Fake Peppino: Basically just a fucked up goopy version of Peppino. But a sergal. Oh yeah, and he has a frog tongue/attacks with that a lot.

PizzaWedge: Tall, same clothes, face looks like a piece of pizza (not hard since sergals have a cheese wedge head already lol). Hair/mane is string cheese with pepperoni in it. Part of muzzle is red/pizza sauce.

For anyone that has no idea wtf a sergal is (It's what Cae is).

Edit: I love you guys but why are you liking this??? 😭😂💜

#I'm just making a 🫐s h i t p o s t🫐#Sergal Tower #Merp tower #pizza tower au #pizza tower #sergal

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Mountain and Swiss relaxation sandwich 😩🥴

Okay, I know you are wanting the reader sandwiched between Swiss and Mountain... but... hear me out... Mountain being sandwiched? The man deserves some tender love and relaxation damn it. Also uuuhhh... this got so fucking angsty. I hope you don't hate it. 😭

Mountain/Swiss/NB Reader. Mountain has PTSD. Angst and comfort. SFW. Cut for length.

Brilliant moonlight shown down on you in the garden. You had ventured out here as soon as darkness had fallen so you could admire the moonflowers that had just begun to bloom this week. After taking a few pictures and drawing a few as well, you decided you were ready to go back home. I figured Mountain would be waiting up for you and you hated to make him wait, especially today. He had seemed... off all day. He hasn't really been himself for weeks truthfully, but he wouldn't admit to anything being wrong when you asked him about it.

When you opened the door to your apartment you could hear soft voices coming from the bedroom.

"Hello? Mountain? I'm home! Do we have company?" You shout as you hang up your things and slip out of your shoes.

"Yes." Mountain answers just barely loud enough for you to hear him.

"Hello! Its me!" Swiss calls out, "We are in the bedroom."

You make your way back to the bedroom to find Swiss standing in front of Mountain who is seated on the bed. Both ghouls were dressed in pajamas, both barefoot, and both in their natural forms.

"I'm glad you called me. I've been worried about you, big guy. Now, I'm no Aether, but let's see what we can do." Swiss says, bringing his hands to either side of Mountain's head.

"I'm sorry to interupt..." you say, making Swiss pause, "but what are you two doing?"

Swiss stands up again, letting his hands fall to his side. His tail subtly wraps around Mountain's ankle and looks sympatheticly at him. Mountain looks down at his hands in his lap before looking back up at you.

"I'm... not feeling well..."

"You're sick?"

"In a way."

"Mountain you're freaking me out. Please tell me what's wrong."

He sighs heavily, one hand pushing his hair out of his face. Swiss speaks softly to Mountain in their native tounge. Mountain nods and sighs again before looking at you.

"Many years ago... I... did a horrible thing."

"You did what you had to Mounty." Swiss says.

"Maybe so, but the memories haunt me." Mountain finally looks up at you and you are able to see the pain and sadness in his eyes that he's been concealing.

"Please don't ask what I did." He says, tears threatening to spill over, "I can't stand to see you hate me or be scared of me."

He looks down as the tears start to fall. You move towards him and Swiss steps away to make room, but he still keeps his tail wrapped around Mountain's ankle. You get down on your knees between Mountain's feet so you can look up at him. You take his face in your hands and wipe away his tears with your thumbs.

"Mounty, I could never, ever hate you or be scared of you. How could you ever say that, love?" You say softly.

"I am fearsome. I'm just a creature of the night."

"Some of the most beautiful things are only found in the night."

Mountain stares at you wide eyed and then begins to sob. You're wrapped up in Mountain's arms as he lets all of the emotion he had been holding back flow freely.

With your arms around his neck you whisper softly to him, "Its okay. I've got you, and I'm never letting you go. We all have pasts Mountain. I am never going to feel any differently about you because of yours. You're my gentle giant, yeah? You're a fierce protector of your family. You're the kindest person I've ever known. You are you. You are not your past. I love you so much Mountain. Let it all out love. I've got you."

Swiss sits down on the floor next to you and Mountain with his back against the bed. He rests his head on Mountain's leg, the one he is still holding with his tail, and rubs his hand soothingly up and down Mountain's calf.

The three of you stay like this for a long time with Mountain letting his emotions out and letting the relief wash over him, and you and Swiss comforting him through it all. Eventually Mountain lets go of you and sits up straight. He takes a deep breath and scrubs his face with his hands.

"Thank you. I love you. Both of you."

"I love you too, Mounty."

"Love you, big guy."

Mountain turns his attention to Swiss.

"Can you still...?"

"Yeah of course!" Swiss says, quickly rising to his feet.

"What exactly are you doing?" You ask as you move out of the way, "Quintessence magic, yes, but like...?"

Swiss grins, happy to have the opportunity to talk about his magic that everyone is quick to forget he has.

"First I have to get a acclimated to how Mountain is feeling right now. We have to sit together in it for a moment to get in sync and allow me to influence him. Then I'm going to put him in a trance. It helps to drive out the feelings he doesn't want and gives me a clean slate to work with. I could give him some happy emotions, which some ghouls would do, but I don't think its right to create false happiness, so instead I'm going to flood him with a sense of peace. Make him feel calm and relaxed, so, hopefully, he is able to go right to sleep and not have any nightmares tonight."

"It has worked before." Mountain says.

"Yes, but that was Aether who did it. Not me."

"You are more talented than you think." Mountain argues.

Swiss blushes a bit and says, "Thanks Mounty. Are you ready?"

Mountain nods and closes his eyes. Swiss steps forward and brings his hands to Mountain's face. You watch with fascination at such an intimate moment. You see Swiss's hands start to glow a swirling mix of black and deep blue. His face, once focused, turns sad. He looks heartbroken as he looks down at Mountain who looks like he might cry again. Swiss whispers softly in their native language again. Mountain nods and Swiss rubs his thumbs along Mountain's cheeks. Slowly, the black and blue glow turns to white. As it does Swiss is reciting something you can't understand. Mountain visibly relaxes in Swiss's hands. He holds him there for several minutes reciting the same thing again and again. Prahaps its a spell. Swiss stops reciting and smiles softly at Mountain. He is now talking to him gently. He keeps one hand on Mountain's cheek and the other comba through his hair and scratches behind his ear and horns. The glow has transformed from white to a soft pale green. Mountain melts further into Swiss's touch and looks as though he could fall asleep sitting up. The glow around Swiss's hands slowly fades out.

"There." Swiss says quietly, "Much better. Lets lay you down and go to sleep."

Mountain nods. He doesn't open his eyes as he scoots up the nest and lays down in a pile of pillows. Swiss climbs in too, and you are left unsure if you should be joining them. It was your bed too, but it felt like you were invading a very private moment. Maybe Rain would let you crash with him since Swiss was here...

Mountain opens one eye to look at you while Swiss settles in behind Mountain to be the big spoon.

"Get changed. Come to bed." Mountain instructs.

Once invited to join, you are quick to get into your pajamas and curl up against Mountain's chest. He wraps his arms around you and you drape an arm over him, reaching to touch Swiss as well. Swiss pulls a large blanked up over all three of you.

"Goodnight Mountain. Wake me up if you wake up." Swiss says with a yawn. Mountain nods.

"I love you Mountain. Thank you for trusting me." You whisper to him.

"I love you too." Mountain hums happily. "And you too." Mountain says twining his tail with Swiss's.

"I love you too big guy." Swiss says, nuzzling into Mountain's hair.

You can hear and feel both ghouls begin to purr. You pepper Mountain's skin with kisses, making him purr louder. He squeezes you tighter as Swiss squeezes him. Nothing more is said as the three of you lay comfortably sandwiched together. The smell of the moonflowers and the sound of crickets drifting in the open window on an evening breeze lull you all to sleep.

In the morning you all wake still tangled up in the blanket and eachother. The bedroom was washed in warm yellow light as opposed to the silver of the evening before, which tells you that Mountain was able to sleep through the night.

"Good morning." Mountain yawns.

Much to your joy, you look up to see that for the first time in a long time, Mountain has woken up with a sleepy smile.

#asked and answered #ghoulish fanfic #mountain #swiss #swiss army ghoul #nameless ghouls #angst #comfort #ptsd #sfw

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