Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band)Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Swiss/Original Ghoul Character(s) (Ghost Sweden Band), Everyone/Everyone, Rain (Ghost Sweden Band) & You, Aurora/Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band)
Characters: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Dewdrop | Sodo, Rain (Ghost Sweden Band), Aurora (Ghost Sweden Band), Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band), Cumulus (Ghost Sweden Band), Cirrus (Ghost Sweden Band), Aether (Ghost Sweden Band), Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band), Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV
Additional Tags: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band) Is a Little Shit, Polyamorous Ghouls (Ghost Sweden Band), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Worldbuilding, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Enthusiastic Consent, Friends to Lovers, multi ghoul lore, Swiss is Not Okay, there's more minor relationships than tagged, but lets just assume everyone be fucking, Sexual Tension, Sweet Aether (Ghost Sweden Band), quintessence lore
Summary
You are a new multi-ghoul summoned for Ghost's upcoming tour. Since you haven't been topside in a while, Swiss helps you get your elements under control… but as you grow closer, you figure out he's been keeping an important secret from the rest of the ghouls.
I just think that 'animals are living intelligent creatures that have feelings and deserve to be respected' and 'when done properly farming is beneficial to both people and animals and there's nothing wrong with raising and killing animals for food, clothing, and other products' are concepts that very much can and should coexist
"The dead one! Yeah I haven't thought about her in a long time!"
A little theory I've had about Winter King's original motives based on his heartless comment about Betty and Ice King's original motives for kidnapping princesses in the first place...... clearly she gave off Bad Ex Vibes…
you worry the cardboard sleeve around the coffee and think about landfills and the future without straws. you are worried about prion disease and deer. you are worried about the rising temperature of mushrooms. you are worried about teflon and microplastics and carcinogens and whatever else you're being quietly lied to about.
your mother used to jokingly say you are "a worrier," which always kind of oddly hurt your feelings. you feel like a person. and besides, you've been told one-million-times that this is normal. examples get trotted out in a pony show each time: everyone gets nervous sometimes. they talk about public speaking and picturing people naked and how when they get nervous they just-get-over-it.
you run your hands down the grater of your life and feel the sharpness. you started holding your breath in tunnels as a kid, worried that if you relax, the ceiling would cave in. like years of architects and engineers weren't responsible - you, and your faith, you were responsible for the success of infrastructure. if you slipped for a moment, your whole family would be swept away under the ocean. and the problem is that it worked - no tunnel collapsed.
you once broke a coffee carafe and even though you didn't drink from it after, you worried that there had been some previous invisible micro-break that had made you drink glass particles. you stayed awake for 24 hours, constantly dreading each swallow, waiting to taste blood.
you hate being late, you worry about it. you go to grab literally just lunch with a friend - no pressure, no emergency - and you still park the car an hour early and just sit there scrolling on your phone aimlessly. maybe you just don't like surprises or change. you triple-check you locked the doors, and then go to bed, and then get up out of bed to check twice again.
a worrier. like a strange and dreadful bingo card, you collect weekly experiences. someone tells you that you're overthinking, that's 2 points. you have to physically turn around and go back in your house to check you unplugged everything, that's 1 point. spiraling about climate change or politics or the state of the world is a free space, that's basically every evening.
you worry you're being selfish and not a good person because how come you're worried about your dog's health and the itch in your eye when you know people who are really very ill or who have it worse or who are genuinely struggling. then you worry that you're being annoying by infantilizing them. then you worry that your priorities are wrong, that you should be infinitely more worried about the state of a dying planet.
you wanted to be a person, is all. you wanted to go through life in a softness, to hold the world gently and have it whisper past you. and instead you are a worrier. everything that touches you is hard and raw and sharp like diamonds.
finding out how many minutes of music people listen to in a year is so interesting especially as someone whose stats are comparatively low. how do you 60k minutes per year people focus on anything. that’s a skill you should put on your resume