If You Have Ghost One Shots...You Have Everything

Your Protector (Swiss)

TRIGGER WARNING - ASSAULT 

Working as a Social Media manager for Ghost is the best job you could have ever been hired for. Attending concerts, hanging out with the band, and traveling the world were only a few perks. However, working around drunk, belligerent people can have its downsides. You have been groped at the barricade, puked on, and attacked, but every time someone lays a hand on you, the ghouls rush to your aid, well more specifically Swiss. Swiss and you both have had a crush on each other forever, but both of you were too scared to admit it. There was a draw to each other that both of you felt, but didn't want to accept.

The meet and greet went longer than expected. You look down at your watch 1:30am and you sigh. Walking back to your car across the dark parking lot was not your concern, but walking through the back allies to get out of the theater was.

You grab the rest of your belongings and wave bye to the ghouls. Swiss shoots up from his seat and grabs your wrist. You blush at his touch, "Wait, y/n do you want someone to walk you to your car?" Concern painted his eyes, they didn't have to wear their masks around you, "No, thank you Swiss, I'll be fine." You say waving the taser in your hand, "Okay, just, you know, call out if you need us." He says sitting back down. You nod and say goodbye again.

You take a breath before pushing open the heavy stage door, no one was around. You quickly clutch your bag and taser close to your body, and start to walk. In between the buildings was an alleyway, many a drunk get lost here, but you were used to it by now, "Hey sweetie" one man slurs the instant you step onto the gravel, "Where ya goin, a taller man says, now standing in front of you. You grip your taser, "I'll use it. Move." You threaten. He doesn't move, you hold out the taser and right when you go to pull the trigger, another man comes behind you and grabs the taser, pinning your arms behind your back, "Trying to leave us?" He whispers in your ear. The smell of vodka is pungent, "Let me go." You say kicking and moving trying to get free. You knew the ghouls would kill them, but maybe they had a family and kids. You feel a pair of lips start kissing your neck. The person in front of you grabs your jaw and forces you into a kiss, his tongue immediately enters your mouth, the taste of whisky sickening. You bite his tongue, hard. He gasps and punches you in the jaw. You stop struggling and slump, "Good girl." The man holding your arms says, you keep fighting, but the taller man starts to groups you through your shirt, and you scream,

"SWISS PLE-" Before you could even finish your plea, the men were tossed to the ground, blood spattered in the brick alley. You stand there in shock. Rain's shoulders heaved as he leans over the man in front of you, blood on his uniform, hands, and face. Swiss stands from the body behind you, wiping the blood off of his face with his sleeve. Aether stands from the same body as Swiss. Sodo stood from Rain's.

Your eyes were wide, bags scattered on the floor, taser lost in the gravel. You let out shaky breaths, tears couldn't even flood out of your eyes, you were just scared. Aether was the first one to approach you. He walks in front of you and slowly places both of his hands on your shoulder, you don't react. Your eyes are glossed over, "Y/n," he says, gently shaking you, "Y/n we're here," he says, still trying to get you out of your state. You shake your head and blink your eyes, your body not fully understanding that it is safe to react. You push Aether's hands away and back up into Swiss's chest. You scream and turn to face him. Your body shakes with adrenaline, your common sense still trying to come back into reality. Swiss raises his hands, a sign of him not wanting any trouble or meaning any harm, "It's okay y/n, it's just us, you're okay now." he says in a hushed voice, more so trying to calm himself down, the anger and fear leaving his body. You whip your head around at the men who were circling you. They didn't mean to come off as threatening, but they were to your frazzled brain. They keep inching closer, but you can't accept their comfort. You start to cry and cling to yourself, dropping to your knees, the panic becoming more suffocating.