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pretzel-box · 2 months ago

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Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, GN!Reader, Marriage, just wholesome, Sebastian is starstruck about reader

Words: 1,7k

Authors Note: Song fic! Song today: Stay by Ghost feat Patrick Wilson [I really love Ghost]

I thought about my boyfriend while writing this, pls don't tell him!

If this world is wearing thin.

And you're thinking of escape.

I'll go anywhere with you.

Time had no meaning in a place where the sun didn’t shine and the moon held no sway, where even the distant glimmer of the stars was swallowed by the endless, wet depths of the facility. Days blurred into one another, indistinguishable, as the relentless march of hours became a meaningless cycle. Yesterday bled into today, and tomorrow would arrive, indistinct from the days that had come before. Time was a ghost, an illusion, in a place where nothing changed and nothing could change.

But none of it mattered. It never would. Not when you stood there, bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of his lure. The pale light caressed your features, casting gentle shadows on your face, highlighting the curve of your smile—the smile that was so heartbreakingly genuine, so full of warmth and affection that it made the cold, oppressive atmosphere of the facility seem almost bearable.

Sebastian couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way you seemed to defy the darkness that surrounded you both. There was something otherworldly about the way you looked in this moment, as if the glow of his lure was meant only for you, as if it existed to illuminate the small, precious space you shared with him. The facility, with all its horrors, faded into the background. The walls, the steel, the constant hum of the machinery—it all became distant, insignificant. There was only you and the light, a moment suspended in time, untouched by the cruelty of the world beyond.

The air was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of emotions too deep to name. Sebastian could feel it, the way his heart ached at the sight of you, the way it stirred with something unfamiliar and yet undeniably present. It wasn’t just the affection he saw in your smile, but the way you stood so close, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from you, close enough that the darkness seemed afraid to touch you.

In that moment, time truly had no meaning. The past, with all its pain and regret, was a distant memory. The future, uncertain and unknown, held no power here. All that mattered was now, was this—the light, the smile, and the silent understanding that passed between you.

Sebastian’s heart beat slowly, heavily, as if time itself had decided to take a breath. He wanted to reach out, to touch you, to close the distance that still lingered between you. But he didn’t move, afraid to shatter the delicate balance of the moment. Instead, he let himself simply exist here, with you, in the soft glow of the lure’s light.

And for the first time in a long while, he felt something like peace. It was fragile, and he knew it wouldn’t last—not here, not in a place where time had no meaning and every day was a battle to survive. But for now, it was enough. Enough to keep him standing, enough to keep him fighting. Enough to remind him that even in the darkest places, there was still light.

And you were that light.

Just wrap me up in chains.

But if you try to go alone.

Don't think I will understand.

"Stay," he begged that day, his voice breaking as the words escaped his lips. His hands, usually so steady, reached out to you with a desperation that shook him to his core. The rough texture of his palms, calloused from years of struggle and survival, felt softer in that moment, imbued with the tenderness and love he held for you.

"Stay with me."

It wasn’t just a plea; it was a confession, raw and unguarded. Sebastian, the one who had always seemed unbreakable, was now standing before you, exposed and vulnerable. His eyes, usually hard and calculating, were filled with an emotion so deep and profound that it made your heart ache.

He wanted to hold you, to keep you close, to shield you from the relentless darkness of the world you both inhabited. The love he had tried so hard to keep hidden, to bury beneath layers of pride and fear, now flowed freely in his voice, in the tremble of his hands as he reached for you.

You could feel the warmth of his touch, the way his fingers curled around yours with a gentle yet urgent grip. It was as if he was afraid that if he let go, even for a second, you would slip away, lost to the void that constantly threatened to consume you both.

There was a depth to his words that went beyond the simple request. It was a cry from a soul that had known too much pain, too much loss. A soul that had found something worth holding onto, something worth fighting for in the midst of all the chaos and despair.

The world outside was cold, unforgiving. But here, in this small, fragile moment, there was warmth. There was hope. There was love. And all Sebastian wanted was to keep that light burning, to keep you by his side, even if it meant laying bare his heart in a way he never had before.

He didn’t want to lose you—not now, not ever. And in that plea, in the way his hands trembled as they held onto yours, you saw the truth: Sebastian wasn’t just asking you to stay physically. He was asking you to stay in his life, in his heart, to be the anchor that kept him grounded in a world that constantly threatened to tear him apart.

“Stay with me.”

In the silence of your room.

In the darkness of your dreams.

You must only think of me.

Sebastian couldn’t tear his gaze away. You stood before him, a vision so ethereal that it felt as if time itself had stopped, allowing him to take in every detail of this moment. The faint flicker of his lure cast a soft glow around you, making the scene almost surreal—like a painting brought to life.

Your makeshift veil, though simple and worn, had an elegance that transcended its humble origins. It draped over your head and shoulders with a delicate grace, fluttering slightly in the faint breeze that whispered through the corridors of the facility. Despite the thin layer of dust that clung to the fabric, it shimmered faintly, catching the light in a way that made you appear almost otherworldly.

He noticed the blush on your cheeks, the soft pink that betrayed your flustered state. It was a contrast to the cold, lifeless surroundings—so full of life, so human. It made his heart ache with a longing he could barely comprehend. The ribbons in your hair, torn from old bandages, held a bittersweet charm, a reminder of the harsh world you both inhabited, yet they were transformed into something beautiful in your hands. You had a way of doing that—of taking the broken, the discarded, and turning it into something to be cherished.

The bouquet of withered lilies and roses you held was the final touch, a symbol of something fragile yet enduring, something that had withstood the test of time and adversity. Even in their faded state, the flowers carried a poignant beauty, much like the resilience you both had shown through everything.

To Sebastian, you were divinity incarnate. You outshone the stars, made the sun's brightness seem pale in comparison. In this moment, you were everything he had ever wanted, everything he had ever needed. Every part of him, every fiber of his being, was drawn to you, consumed by the love he could no longer keep hidden. You were his.

He could hardly breathe as he looked at you, his chest tight with the overwhelming emotions that threatened to spill over. You were his—his muse, his anchor, his reason for fighting in a world that had given him so little. And in this moment, as you stood before him, the embodiment of all that was good and pure, he knew that he could never let you go.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, the words escaping before he could stop them. They were raw, unpolished, but they were the truth. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he gently touched the veil, the fabric soft beneath his fingers. It was a tender, almost reverent gesture, as if he were afraid that anything more might shatter the delicate beauty of the moment.

His eyes met yours, and in them, you saw everything he couldn’t say—the depth of his love, the fears he carried, the hope that you could be his salvation. He had always been the one to protect, to shield you from the horrors of the world, but here, now, it was you who held the power. The power to heal, to bring light into the darkness that had been his life for so long.

“I never thought…” he began, his voice thick with emotion, “that I could feel like this. That someone like you could…could see me, really see me, and still be here.”

He swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. But how could he? How could he express the torrent of emotions that flooded his heart every time he looked at you? All he could do was stand there, trembling under the weight of his love for you, hoping—praying—that you understood.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. The cold, the darkness, the fear—it all faded away, leaving only the two of you, bathed in the soft light of his lure. You were his universe, his everything. And as he looked into your eyes, he knew that, no matter what the future held, he would fight for this—for you—for the chance to hold onto the one thing that made his existence bearable.

You had become his light in the darkest of places, and he would spend every moment he had left proving that he could be worthy of such a gift.

There can be no inbetween.

When your pride is on the floor.

I'll make you beg for more.

You promised to marry him all those years ago. Those weren't just words but the assurance that you would never leave him, you couldn't.

You wouldn't marry the handsome raven haired man.

Or the tall sea-serpent hybrid that got experimented on.

You wouldn't marry the nerdy man you knew or the sassy giant.

You would marry Sebastian. Just Sebastian.

“Sebastian Solace. My sweet, beloved Sebastian. Please, stay with me.”

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m0rbidmacabre · 9 months ago

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If you have Ghosts

Warnings: blowjob, swiss & dew, ghoul on ghoul, angst, hate, sadness, feral ghoul warning, tour life.

Summary: Swiss begins to struggle during a tour, taking out his frustrations on Dew. Despite worsening conditions, Aether and Papa attempt to provide help.

Recommended listening: Ghost – Stay (feat Patrick Wilson)

If you would like to be tagged in further parts of this, please ask in the comments. Writing under the cut - Thank you <;3

If you have Ghosts

Chapter 1

Word count: 1570

Link to AO3

Ghost had been out on tour now for longer than the band could remember, all the days had started blurring into a state of one. It was a repetitive, fast-moving way of life. The audiences, were always the same but the accents were different. Humans were always so similar, that nothing ever seemed different. It wasn’t like battling in hell, it was more like an accession or ritual.

Swiss the multi-ghoul had been feeling the effects of being on stage every night. He was tired, worn out. He was trying not to show it to his pack, but he wasn’t feeling his best. His behaviour had taken a turn, it was almost like he was becoming possessed on stage every night. it worried him that being on stage, opening up his feelings to the audiences was starting to take over who he was as a ghoul. Like it was taking his sense of self and replacing it with a wild animal who was only here to eat, fuck and take what it wants.

“Swiss, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Dew shouted at Swiss as he pushed open the dressing room door.

“What the fuck do you mean dew?”

“You lost it…it’s a good job cumulus was keeping an eye on you; you need to be careful. What if your glamor dropped in front of thousands, you would expose us all.” Dew shouted at him.

Swiss was stood face to face with dew before he knew it, his nose touching the fire ghouls as he squared up to him.

“It’s none of your fucking business, dew. We maybe pack, but that doesn’t mean I need to share my every fucking move with you.” He growled as he pushed the fire ghoul against the wall, holding him tightly, Immobilising the ghoul.

Within seconds swiss had pushed himself onto Dew, kissing his neck and biting every inch he could, this wasn’t about family, or love. This was swiss releasing the energy that had built up, and dew was more them happy to let the multi ghoul take it out on him. Swiss’s hands gripped around dews neck, tightening as Swiss bit and sucked his ear. Dew just took it, he took the pain for his pack mate, all he wanted was swiss to feel better. The fire ghoul reached for Swiss’s pants, unbuttoning them while the multi ghoul bit into him, every bite turning into a burning patch of heat in dews stomach. Swiss growled as his cock sprang free from his pants, he was throbbing, aching for release. Dew looked at the multi-ghoul in the eyes as Swiss broke his kisses from dew's neck, the intense gaze as they stood nose to nose locked in each other. Swiss gripped his hand around dews neck once again...

“You know what I need dew, don’t you?” Swiss growled at the fire ghoul, who just nodded a response before he dropped to his knees.

Dew dropped open his mouth, his tongue gathering all the moisture he could create. Swiss moved closer to him, lining himself up to the fire ghoul's warm mouth. He pushed past dews lips as the fire ghoul enclosed his mouth around him, running his tongue down Swiss’s thick member.

Swiss could feel his heat rising, his loss of control starting to take over him from inside. It was mere minutes until all of his self control was gone, and he began fucking into dews mouth, grabbing his long blonde hair for leverage as he fucked hard and fast. He was taking what he wanted. The fire ghoul just let Swiss do what he needed to do in that moment, his glassy eyes looking up at Swiss as he fucked into his mouth, the hot tears evaporating on his skin as they appeared.

Swiss let go with an almighty growl, his seed spilling down the fire ghouls throat without a question. Swiss pulled out, and fell to his knees, placing his head onto the fire ghoul's chest as he began to sob. All his pent-up energy, all his frustrations now gone, and all that was left was shame. Dew wrapped himself around the multi ghoul, his tail whipping around his left leg and his arms tightly around his middle. They sat holding on to what they loved the most, each other.

“I’m sorry” swiss whispered through his sobbing.

“Swiss, don’t be. We are good. I love you.” Dew hummed into his ear.

“We should get back to the bus though, pack is gonna be missing us” dew added.

Swiss let out a sigh and got to his feet. Straightening himself up, wiping away his tears. He kept his tail wrapped around the fire ghoul as they headed back to the bus. He didn’t want to feel alone, he needed touch.

Returning to the bus, Dew was right... The whole pack was sat in the living space waiting for them but as soon as they saw Swiss and his red tear-stained face, they all ran over to him and held him tightly. No questions, no words were exchanged. Dew lay down a blanket and They all got into a pile on the living space floor and snuggled each other to slumber. Every limb wrapped around another. The love for each other, growing by the day.

Another week of tour slipped by, and nothing had improved with Swiss, it was in fact getting worse. Papa and his pack mates were keeping a close eye on him. Dew had been mostly tasked with watching over him, since the fire ghoul and Swiss had a strong connection. Aether, a quintessence ghoul also often joined them, he was able to make swiss feel calmer by using his magic. Not that he ever did that without the permission of Swiss. It got them through the last night of tour, aether making sure that Swiss had had a heavy dose of calming before going on stage. He lost it almost every night on stage, his energy building as he threw himself, beat himself, hurt himself by stamping, jumping, throwing himself around the stage. Feral, had become the used word within the fandom for how swiss was behaving but the crowd had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

Swiss was broken, and nobody knew why. Not even Papa himself.

“You need to rest swiss. You're worrying too much my friend. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack” aether said to swiss as he chomped on a banana.

“Si, swiss... You need to rest. We will be home tomorrow. I will visit the clergy library and do some research to see if we can find any ideas. Please don’t worry. Eh…” Papa spoke to the ghoul to ease his worries, ease his pain, but it was never the answer to what was wrong, never the answer to his constant aching soul.

“Do you need me to calm you to help you sleep?” aether asked the multi-ghoul

“Not tonight Aeth – I’m just gonna snuggle up with dew, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Swiss replied.

“Okay boss” aether smiled and carried on eating his banana.

Swiss gave a small smile and disappeared into the bunk area, where he knew that dew was already sleeping. He walked up to dews bunk and nudged him with his cold nose. One of dews eyes sprang from its slumber from the scent of Swiss and he smiled at the multi ghoul “need some warmth?” Swiss just smiled in response and climbed up onto the bunk, wrapping himself up into the fire ghoul. His tail wrapping around dews wrist.

Dew had become a place of comfort for swiss, he never judged him if he lost his self control, he never once made him feel like he was wrong and that’s just what swiss needed, someone who understood him. Dew had had his own issues, Dew himself used to be a water ghoul before the clergy forced him into changing his element to become a fire ghoul, which left him with trauma and pain. So he understood swiss, he understood his darkness because he felt it too.

“Dew, did it hurt when you changed element?” swiss asked as they both lay in the arms of the other.

“Of course it did, they ripped out who I was and replaced it with something I’m not. They made me a Frankenstein”.

“I’m sorry….” Swiss said

“What for? You didn’t do it” dew smiled

“For how they treated you, I wish I could have helped you…” swiss said, the sadness in his stomach swirling

“Nothing can be done now, it’s too late… we all have our own stuff to deal with, this is just my history. Like you have your own..” Dew replied as Swiss squeezed dew tighter and sobbed into the fire ghouls chest, the warmth drifting them both into slumber.

The night drifted by peacefully, every bunk was quiet and all that could be heard was the hum of the traffic as the bus made its way back to the ministry.. They would soon be home after a year on the road and the ghouls and papa couldn’t wait to return to some normalcy. If normal was even a thing at the satanic ministry….

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