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shreeader · 1 year ago

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Hallway Crush; Phantom Ghoul x Reader

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Pronouns: they/them

WARNINGS: Lots of fluff, like so much fluff, it’s kinda tooth-rotting, the band Ghost is Satanic, mentions of people being gay, slight overthinking, cute stuff, pretty minimal use of y/n

Summary: Phantom sees you at a ritual, and then starts passing by you in the hallway everyday.

A new ghoul. Correction, two new ghouls. They were adorably excited to be part of the ministry; it was obvious on their masked faces.

They already had nicknames from the siblings of sin as well. The ghoul who had taken the position of rhythm guitarist was nicknamed Phantom, and the new female multi-ghoul was nicknamed Aurora. Both had their variations, but Phantom and Aurora stuck the most.

Some of the people in the ministry were sad that Aether was no longer wanted and Sunshine was gone as well, but most welcomed the new ghouls with open arms.

The hallways of the ministry were warmed to a certain degree from the summer heat outside. People were walking the halls, buzzing with excitement for the upcoming ritual. It was later that night, but those setting up were rushing around all over the place, stressing over everything.

Everyone stopped when they heard a muffled microphone screeching from the separate building, and Papa Emeritus IV’s voice rang through once it was finished. “Mic check.” He said before his wonderful voice sang out lyrics to whatever song he could think of, which so happened to be Mary On A Cross.

Smiles lit up the faces as everyone somehow grew even more excited. You stared out the window toward the building with everyone, a grin on your face as well. You and your friends had luckily won the tickets to be in the pit, which were raffled out to several members each ritual out of fairness.

Some of your friends wanted to be on Sodo’s side or toward the middle where they would be able to see Papa better, but you wanted to be on Phantom’s side. The new ghoul has piqued your interest, so you wanted to see what he could do.

A guitar pierced the air, a complex sound with chords that didn’t sound like they belonged to Sodo. People let out squeals of excitement as chatter picked up.

“That’s gotta be Phantom!” One of your friends yelled, jumping while using one of your other friend’s shoulders as a boost.

The deep sound of a bass guitar rang out, gaining even more squeals and sounds of excitement from those in the hall. “Rain!” A chuckle left your lips as you felt the same as everyone else in the hall. No matter how many times you’ve all heard them warming up, the joy still ran its course.

It was almost impossible to get used to them, especially whenever they spice it up.

Another guitar cut through, the chords and skill outdoing the rhythm guitar as if it were a competition. “Oh my Satan, Sodo!” Those around you yelled loudly and there was no doubt fans of the lead guitarist roaming the halls.

One of your friends turned to you, their purple hair bright and colorful. “We should all go get ready!” Erin exclaimed, grabbing your hand and your other friend’s hand. The rest of the group followed as they dragged you throughout the hall.

You stood in the slow-moving line, chatting with your friends. Excitement coursed through your veins as your turn was next. You happily gave your ticket to the user, and they let you enter the pit.

Erin agreed to be on Phantom’s side of the stage with you, making you happy and full of relief. You managed to snag spots right in front of the barrier. “No matter how many times I’ve been, it still feels like a fever dream!” You yelled to Erin, who nodded in agreement.

It felt like forever before it started. The curtain dropped as Kaisarion began playing. You and Erin were quick to join in with everyone’s shouts of excitement and sang along to the lyrics. Phantom played expertly as you pulled out your phone and aimed your camera at him.

Throughout the ritual, he interacted with the crowd a lot. He seemed to keep his eyes on you quite often, even staring at you during Cirice and Mummy Dust. He had tossed a pick to you, which you had caught with a big grin on your face.

At the end of the ritual, you had also gotten a drumstick from Mountain, while Erin gained picks from both Swiss and Rain. You weren’t envious of their treasures because you had your own, and you could only guess that you’d get more trinkets later in life.

You held the drumstick and pick tightly in your grasp, still feeling euphoric and slightly lightheaded from the ritual. Erin had slung their arm around your shoulders as they laughed, leading you to your other friends before you could go get something to eat from the ministry’s cafeteria.

The members of the ministry were still buzzing from the excitement of the previous night. Everyone did their tasks happily as they hummed whatever song was stuck in their head. Everyone included you, as you walked through the halls with a smile on your face as you hummed the solo that Phantom had done during Square Hammer.

People stopped and said hi to whoever was walking in the halls, and you were quick to do so yourself. Your eyes landed on the ghoul you were just thinking about, making a shy grin land on your lips as you greeted him. He returned your smile, and it seemed almost as if it was a brighter smile than the ones he had given others.

You both continued on with your assigned things as you passed by each other.

The following days, you saw him several times. Each time, he gave you the same bright smile and happy greeting, which you gladly reciprocated.

Your friends had begun to notice. They had gotten smiles and greetings from him, but none of them had gotten the same toothy smile and adorable little “hello” that you got from him.

Some of the other ghouls had begun to notice as well, and it quickly spread around in their little circle. Swiss had been the first to notice, which some found somewhat surprising. They didn’t believe him until Cumulus confirmed it herself, and most of them have paid attention to it since.

At lunch after quite a few days of the hallway meets, your friends had been staring at you. It made you feel uncomfortable, so you spoke up. “Why am I being stared at like a Jesus promoter trying to force Christianity on us?”

Erin tried to hold back the smile that wanted to force itself on their lips. “So,” they finally spoke. “Phantom.”

You raised your brows in confusion, wondering why they were bringing up the rhythm guitarist. “What about him?”

“Do you like him?” Your lesbian friend Dahlia asked, leaning forward as a cheeky smile rested on her dark red lips.

“He’s my favorite ghoul, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Dahlia laughed, and Riley spoke up from his spot next to her. “She means romantically.” Your face heated up, causing laughter to sound from several of your friends’ mouths.

“Even if I were, there would still be so many other people who are as well, so why single me out?” You asked, gripping onto your fork tightly. Your gaze quickly travelled each of their faces.

Taylor bumped her shoulder to yours with a light smile. “Because there’s no way he doesn’t like you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah right. I don’t believe you guys.” You huffed, your heart racing in your chest. Phantom was cute, and if he had an interest in you…

You shook the thought from your head. There’s no way he would have any interest in you. It’s ridiculous. If anything, he was merely just a hallway crush. That’s it. Someone you only like when you see them in the hallway. Plus, he has a ton of fans who would kill to be with him.

Yet there was still that spark of hope in your chest. It had been so tiny before.

You had noticed how much happier he looked at the sight of you.

You had noticed that before that ritual you were in front of him at, he never took that hallway.

You had noticed that after that ritual, he had started taking that hallway everyday since he saw you there.

You had noticed that he often seemed reluctant to leave after saying hello to you in the hallway.

You had noticed his body language becoming a little shyer around you.

You had noticed that he never had his mask pulled up in the hallway, but everywhere else, it was put snugly above his nose.

Your friends had taken that spark of hope and added fuel, turning it into a tiny flame that you wanted to nurture into a much larger one.

You refrained from doing that, for your mind kept you from believing your friends. You just couldn’t believe them. There was no way you could without solid proof from Phantom.

You zoned back in to see them giving you soft smiles. “You’re so adorable.” Erin laughed, shoving some of the food on the tray in front of them into their mouth.

You were zoned out while roaming the halls later that night, not noticing you ended up in the spot where he always passes by you. You stopped where he usually managed to stop you, your attention returning.

Your eyes focused on the hardwood floors first before they trailed up and to the right, looking out the giant window. The moon was bright and full, providing more light to the dim hallway than it usually would. Stars were visible here and there, dotting the partly cloudy, night sky.

The quiet hallway was cooler than it was during the day, but it wasn’t anywhere close enough to leave you shivering. It was peaceful, making you almost wish you had brought a book or at least something to do with you.

Your thoughts were plagued by thoughts of Phantom. Your friends’ words forced thoughts of him even further forward in your mind than you would ever like to admit. You wondered if they were just trying to embarrass you or something, but you doubted that. Your friends were good people, and people you’ve known for a while and shared several secrets with.

Soft footsteps dragged your eyes from the moon, and there was a tall figure dressed in all black walking down the hall. It had no curves, nor was it as short as most of the ghoulettes, so you ruled out that possibility. You could barely make out the horns on his head, basically screaming that it was a ghoul.

As he grew closer, you noticed him reach up to the mask covering the lower half of his face. His pale hand with the black ring on the index finger moved it down from beneath his mask. His lips formed into the oh so familiar smile that you’ve been seeing in the hallway the past couple of days.

“Hello.” That one word made your heart flutter. His perfect voice sent your cheeks straight into a pit of lava, warming them up fast.

Your gut churned as you managed to splay a soft smile on your lips. “Hi.” You said your usual response, wringing your hands together in front of you. “Are you just passing by?”

“Only if you want me to be.”

He let out a small chuckle, and you were quick to shake your head. “No, I don’t.” You let your eyes trail over his masked face, which was covered in shadows.

It felt weird to see him in the shadows while you were in the moonlight. It’d normally be the other way around, as he was a managed sort of chaotic on stage. He shifted, eyes looked out at the moon as his smile stayed on his face. “It’s a gorgeous night, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it is.” You turned your eyes to look out the window as well. You couldn’t tell if the silence was a soft, uncomfortable one, or if it was an insufferable, awkward one. You looked back to see him looking at you.

He opened his mouth to speak, trying to find the right words, yet you could only assume they failed him as his mouth shut once again. “What’s your name?” He managed to ask, still giving you that toothy grin he still only gave you.

“(Y/n).” You answered, trying to keep your smile more toned down than it felt like it was going to be. “Do you normally pass through here at night or was this just a coincidence?”

Phantom let out an airy chuckle, almost as if he was embarrassed by what he was about to admit. “I started coming down this hall every night and standing at this window as a habit. I guess I was hoping you’d pass through here at this time, so I could see you.”

If you weren’t blushing before, you sure as hell were now. Your heart beat fast in your chest, and you felt as if he could hear it from his position near you. Your fingertips felt cold, yet your ears and neck burned with heat. Your brain had nearly short-circuited.

You didn’t know if you could handle a confession at that point. One of the ghouls hoping he could see you by coming to the same spot in the hallway that he sees you every day was honestly one of the cutest and most endearing things you’ve ever heard.

He stood there in front of you, playing with the ring on his index finger as he stared at you. That toothy grin was merely just an awkward smile now, and you could feel a dopey one appearing on your face.

“That’s so adorable.” You breathed out, bringing your cold fingertips to your cheeks as his awkward smile turned into a relieved one. His lips were so expressive, even though they were also masked most of the time.

He took a step closer to you, the light shining a bit on his mask. It showed the long black horns perfectly, and you noticed how part of the mask had been scratched. You hoped it had just been a design choice of his and not anything serious.

Phantom took another step, stopping just in front of you. You craned your neck up to look into the pieces of plastic in front of his eyes. The moonlight was cheeky as it snuck in there somehow, giving you the faintest outline of his eyes.

They were probably so gorgeous beneath his mask, but you wouldn’t ask him to take it off out of respect and safety. He leaned his head down toward you as he brought his hands up.

They gently grabbed your cheeks, palms rough with calluses from playing guitar and who knows what else; however, they were so warm against your already warm cheeks. Your hands placed themselves above his as you both kept your smiles, albeit however shaky they were.

He was careful not to let the tips of his horns touch you as he leaned the forehead of his mask against your forehead. You could just barely feel his breath on your face, and you managed to make out his eyes shutting behind his mask.

You watched him for any sign of movement before you let your eyes fall closed. “Hello.” He whispered, warning a small giggle from you at how silly it was.

“Hi.” You responded, and Phantom’s hands moved to intertwine with yours, pulling them down from your face to rest between you two.

You fluttered your eyes open to see him staring at you. “What do you say to getting to know each other?” His voice was hopeful, making the spark of hope in your chest ignite once more.

The spark that had turned into a small flame, was growing into a bonfire. You figured that it would soon turn into a raging inferno or blaze.

You squeezed his hands in your tender moment with him, the moonlight shining through the window onto you both so softly, yet so perfectly. “I say yes.”

It was honestly incredible how after a ritual, seeing each other in the hallways and giving each other little greetings turned out. His smile, his personality, his voice, just him. He became a hallway crush, and you hoped he would become something more.

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #phantom ghoul #phantom x reader #phantom ghoul x reader #gender neutral reader #phantom ghost #papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus iv #the nameless ghouls #x reader #x gender neutral reader #fluff #pure fluff

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amethyst-ghoul-backup · 2 years ago

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A couple of opinions of mine (aka a super long rant cause I don’t know how to summarize or get to the point) regarding Aether not coming back to the band for the 2023 tour.

TLDR at the end in case you don’t want to read all of my rambling lol

Mentions of unmasked era 4/5 ghouls and Ifrit ghoul (fire ghoul/lead guitar 2017) under the cut

I wanna start this by saying that Tobias Forge and none of the ghouls, but especially the new ghouls, deserve any kind of hate from anyone regarding this situation and we should respect what’s going on as well as their decisions, privacy, and roles in the band.

To the people saying things along the lines of “Oh you wouldn’t care this much or even notice the difference if you didn’t know who was under the mask” or “This is why the nameless ghouls should stay nameless,” I respectfully disagree.

Was the purpose of the nameless ghouls to be nameless and anonymous? Yes. Do both the past and present nameless ghouls deserve respect and courtesy from all the fans regarding their identities and relations to the band? Yes of course.

But here’s the thing:

For one: I think I speak for many people when I say that we would still notice that Aether/Chris was gone even if we didn’t know his identity. Everyone noticed that we have a new ghoul on rhythm guitar, they LOOK DIFFERENT because it’s a DIFFERENT PERSON. We knew Chris wasn’t with the band during the first part of the tour even BEFORE he said anything about it. because we know the ghouls, we know how they look and we can tell them apart. It doesn’t matter if we know who’s under the mask or not, we’re still gonna be sad about one of the ghouls leaving because we love all of them. (hell, Zephyr/ChAir and Ifrit are two of my favorite ghouls and I miss them every day and they were in the band for LESS THAN A YEAR) Chris has been with the band for SIX YEARS and he was the first and only quintessence ghoul/rhythm guitarist after the heartbreak that was the lawsuit situation. We KNOW that the ghouls are an everchanging rotating cast but that doesn’t make it any less sad. We know the papas change as well and it STILL makes people sad (myself included ofc) and we don’t always want to see them go. So I think it’s kind of unfair to say that people wouldn’t miss Aether/Chris if we didn’t know who’s under the mask because I think we still would.

Second thing: In my opinion, it’s awesome that we know the identities of the nameless ghouls because then we can support their other work and projects. I found Ghost about a year ago and have loved them ever since, even though it’s not the kind of music that I would typically listen to. Before, I listened to some metal and rock but I mostly listened to pop, r&b, country, and alternative. But then I heard Year Zero for the first time, decided to check out Ghost, listened to Bible and Witch Image religiously for a few days, and quickly developed an unhealthy obsession with the band. But I ONLY listened to their music and didn’t know anything about the actual band or any of the lore.

Then I started seeing videos of the 2022 Imperatour on TikTok and fell in love with the ghouls and Papa and the theatrics and all the lore. After that, I started watching interviews with Tobias Forge and he seemed so cool then I started learning about the people behind the ghoul masks and their other work. And I LOVED IT ALL. I never would have discovered this work without knowing who the nameless ghouls really are.

Without knowing their identities I never would’ve discovered the Sisters of Mercy (a band that Chris Catalyst and Ben Christo were/are in), I never would’ve discovered Drag Talk (a group that Jutty Taylor and Hayden Scott are a part of) or Juttys old music (Jutty Ranx anyone?), I never would’ve discovered Diamond Black (a group that Ben Christo started that has become a top band for me on Spotify), I never would’ve started listening to Cos Sylvan, Mad Gallica, Chris, or Jutty’s other music without knowing them from Ghost. (and of course, I love Per, Laura, Hayden, and Sophie too but I don’t really listen to their other music tbh)

These artists and the other music they create are musicians and contributors to types of music that I’m still new to and probably wouldn’t really listen to if I had never found them through these people. Maybe I’m the only person with this experience but I’m pretty sure I’m not, and I’m beyond thrilled that I was able to find these amazingly talented people and their awesome work through the band Ghost. I personally see finding out their identities as a bit of a double-edged sword, because while they’re not anonymous and nameless anymore, we still get to be exposed to these musicians and their other work.

So TLDR: One: I don’t think it’s fair to say that we wouldn’t miss Aether if we didn’t know his true identity because we would still know that he’s gone and that someone is taking his place. Two: I think it can be a good thing that we know the nameless ghouls' identities because it means that we can support their other work and show them our love by supporting their music and projects outside of Ghost because we know who they are behind the masks.

#ghost bc #ghost the band #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #era 4 ghouls #era 5 ghouls #unmasked ghouls #aether ghoul #tobias forge #chris catalyst #ben christo #jutty taylor #hayden scott #mad gallica #per eriksson #cosmo sylvan #laura scarborough #sophie amelkin

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xx-k4nd1-1n-cyb3rsp4c3-xx · 7 months ago

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that stupid "frank iero fell into the bong" post genuinely helps me cope with stuff... after something bad happens I say "sad! oh well, there's other rhythm guitarists" and suddenly I feel OK??? literally no other tactic has ever worked this well on my anxiety???

#考え #my chemical romance

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cyanide-sodapop · 1 year ago

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WHEN MICHAEL ROMANCE BROKE UP THEY DROPPED FRANKIE AIRO IN THE BONG AND SMOKED HIM. SAD! WELL THERES OTHER RHYTHM GUITARISTS

IM CRHING

oh well there’s other rhythm guitarists 😀

#mcr #my chemical romance #asks #i’m dyinggg

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krispyweiss · 8 months ago

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Dom Flemons at Happy Hollow Hootenanny, Snow Fork Event Center, Nelsonville, Ohio, June 1, 2024

Birdsong accompanied the early portions of Dom Flemons’ Happy Hollow Hootenanny headlining appearance and fireflies lighted up the encores.

It was just before 8 p.m. June 1 when Flemons took the small Creekside stage in the woods of Nelsonville, Ohio, to play the instrumental “Old Cindy Gal” on rhythm bones and harmonica, his tapping feet and strategic breathing adding extra percussion. Ninety minutes later, the 125 or so in attendance were solemnly singing “We are Almost Down to the Shore” along with Flemons and his acoustic guitar before the American Songster wrapped his singular gig with an impromptu rag that earned a standing ovation in the forest and elicited a deep bow from the makeshift bandstand.

In between, the Carolina Chocolate Drops co-founder played originals from his most-recent Black Cowboys and Traveling Wildfire LPs, revisited the songbooks of Rev. Gary Davis on “Saddle it Around,” Elizabeth Cotten in an instrumental acoustic guitar medley bookended with “Freight Train” and “Oh, Babe it Ain’t No Lie” and reprised the Drops’ version of “Your Baby Ain’t Sweet Like Mine” on banjo as the audience alternated from respectful silence to explosive appreciation during and between numbers that encompassed traditional country on “Slow Dance with You;” country blues on “Steel Pony Blues,” which also appeared during soundcheck; folk on “Nobody Wrote it Down;” and spiritual music on “My Long Journey Home.”

Dressed in blue pants held up with suspenders, a plaid work shirt and hat, the bespectacled Flemons played five instruments (guitar, banjo, harmonica, bones and quills) across the 18 numbers on his playlist. He was in a jovial mood, explaining songs’ origins, recalling a whitewater-rafting trip with Yo-Yo Ma before the banjo-instrumental “Lost River Blues” and laughing off Wildfire’s recent Grammy loss to Joni Michell, singing: When Joni’s in the category it’s a Grammy that you ain’t got.

A master- as well as multi-instrumentalist, Flemons conjured Lightnin’ Hopkins’ shuffle on “He’s a Lone Ranger;” intuited trains on quills (“Railroad Bill”) and caused his custom-made Songster banjo talk back on “Saddle it Around” and “Tough Luck” as the instrument responded to Flemons’ spoken asides and recreated sounds from outside the narrator’s jail cell. As a guitarist, Flemons is equally adept at the Piedmont, Delta and folk styles and plays the instrument as if he’d dedicated his life exclusively to it.

After sitting for the second half of the show, Flemons stood and pulled a harp from his pocket to close the main set with “There’s a Brown-skinned Girl Down the Road Somewhere.” With Flemons in command, a harmonica becomes a band; he blew and cupped the thing to produce an array of sounds before rapidly turning it 360 degrees again and again without missing a note.

The audience went bonkers at this trick and Flemons couldn’t even get to the backstage tent before an encore - beginning with “My Baby Said Yes Instead of Maybe” to “lift us up” - became inevitable.

West Virginians Jesse Milnes & Emily Miller opened with a delightful 45-minute performance of originals and covers by the likes of Ola Belle Reed, the Stanley Brothers and Skeeter Davis. Handing fiddles and guitars back and forth to each other, the husband-and-wife duo brought the mood down with Davis’ “The Sad Situation” and ratcheted it up with Milnes’ “It’s Hard to Tell the Hippies from the Hicks.”

Miller’s own originals - about her husband and German relations accused of poisoning Kansas water supplies - sounded as old as the covers they played. And when the duo ended their set with “The Fun’s all Over,” it was only just beginning.

Grade card: Dom Flemons at Happy Hollow Hootenanny - 6/1/24 - A

See more photos on Sound Bites’ Facebook page.

6/2/24

#dom flemons #carolina chocolate drops #2024 concerts #rev. gary davis #elizabeth cotten #yo yo ma #joni mitchell #jesse milnes and emily davis #ola belle reed #the stanley brothers #skeeter davis #lightnin’ hopkins

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saintzinthecity · 1 year ago

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WHEN MICHAEL ROMANCE BROKE UP THEY DROPPED FRANKIE AIRO IN THE BONG AND SMOKED HIM. SAD! WELL THERES OTHER RHYTHM GUITARISTS

oh dear there he goes ,,, ,

#😭😭 i forgot about this lmao

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mikeywayat2005warpedtour · 1 year ago

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WHEN MICHAEL ROMANCE BROKE UP THEY DROPPED FRANKIE AIRO IN THE BONG AND SMOKED HIM. SAD! WELL THERES OTHER RHYTHM GUITARISTS

Oh well

#my chemical romance #michael romance

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powahko · 2 years ago

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I'm always with you

This fanfic is born from my brain having an imaginary (!!!!) conversation to cope with Aether's absence in the first ritual of the Re-Imperatour in Rouen. I wanted to share it in case someone like me needs to cope.

I also took a small inspiration from @myghemicalghostmance

It's fucking 1 AM what am I doing. (Update: finished on 2AM)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: angst, character and irl person association, mention of Aether and Sunshine's real names, kinda vent, if you see grammatical errors feel free to correct me

PS: Imagine he's back on tour in one week's time when I'm going to the concert lmaoooo

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I freeze as soon as I read the tweet

"New quintessence ghoul"

My heart skips a beat.

My breath stops.

A choking noise, that sounds like a broken air pump comes from my throat. My hands slide over my face and I bend over, resting my elbows on my knees.

"What's the matter?"

After having scraped together a shred of voice I reply:

"Aether's not in the first ritual. Missing. Gone."

I look at my phone determined to find out more, whether it's temporary or not, other fans' reactions. I scroll through Twitter and hold my breath as I slowly obtain information.

There are some photos of the new ghoul, the rhythm guitarist who replaced Aether. I also find out that Sunshine isn't on tour and there's a new ghoulette to replace her too.

I feel my chest sinking deeper.

Scrolling through the comments, I also discover that Sophie is busy with another project and that she won't be present on the tour at all.

But there is no certain information about Aether, it is not known where Chris is, if he is ill, if he will be able to make it for other rituals.

I let out a small, broken sob and curl up on myself.

I did not expect it.

I wasn't ready for this news.

I'm not ready.

My heart fills with anguish, tightens, twists, cries desperately, and I try to ease the pain by bringing a hand to my chest, clawing at the fabric of the shirt I'm wearing.

"What's going on darling?"

I hear a familiar voice from afar

"She's sad you're not on tour"

A pair of footsteps approach and I don't lift my head to look at the person I already know they belong to, I'm not ready for the sight.

"Hi Chris" I greet him in a sad voice

"Does someone need a hug?" He says.

I can feel without looking his warm smile radiating kindness and see his eyes softening.

I lift my head and peer through my fingers pressed to my face.

"Can I?" I ask

The smile broadens

"Of course"

He picks me up and makes me sit on his lap, facing him, and I bury my face in his shoulder as I slide my arms around his chest to hold him tightly.

My heart throws out everything it feels: waves of disappointment, bitterness, a sense of loss and betrayal.

Almost sensing all this, Chris sighs and runs a hand through my hair.

"Oh, honeybug..."

I hold him tighter and my breath shakes.

We stay like that for a while until I start talking again.

"I'm not angry at the new ghoul, I'm not, really. It's just that I was so looking forward to see you. My sweet big softie boi" as those last words leave my lips I snort

"Mh-mh" he replies sympathetically

I regain my breath as he strokes my head with one hand and my back with the other.

"I mean, if you won't be back, I'll surely get to appreciate more the new ghoul and the new ghoulette.

I just...need time to...process the loss...ehehe"

"You say that like I'm dead or something" he chuckles.

"Nah man I don't mean it like that, it's just... He's my comfort character, you know?"

"Oh, yes? Well, he's kind of me in a way and I'm kind of him in a way. So I'm your comfort character?"

"I...didn't want to...uhm...yes..."

He laughs softly, squeezing me gently.

I huff awkwardly against his chest with an unintentional smirk on my lips.

"Aether...he's like...almost a safe male figure for me, y-you know what I mean?"

Fuck, I hope it's not too weird

"I think I understand"

I sigh in relief

"...So like, I'm confident that if you will not come back anymore the majority of the fandom will unanimously agree that Aeth was just getting older and feeling too tired to be a band ghoul so now he's working in the medical wing of the abbey full time rather than being sent back to the pit or dying. I think that a small percentage will enjoy writing about angsty Aether death fics or something like that, I don't even have the strength...those emotional masochists crazy fucks"

His roaring laughter fills the air and I smile happily

As he stops he lowers to rest his chin on my head

"Well, I'm sure you will make it, one way or another.

And I will always be with you, if you believe it enough. Okay?" He whispers with an, oh so sweet tone

"...Okay *sniff*...thank you"

"You're welcome darling"

"...Now if you'll excuse me I'll take this seat for the rest of the night"

"Nooo hahahah"

#the band ghost #aether ghoul #comfort fic #re imperatour #ghumblr #it's my first ff ever please be gentle-#chris catalyst

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