redamancy ❣︎ ghost fics & drabbles

kinktober day five: immobilized (dew x swiss)

yes, it's out of order because i couldn't think of anything two days ago and came back

!! inappropriate use of quintessence, mind control, non-con elements, forced orgasms

Swiss is a ghoul of many interesting talents. He can summon a small gust of wind with a simple flick of his hand, can make the water in the sink swirl and swirl with a twist of his wrist, can snap his fingers until they crackle with smoke and the occasional golden spark... But Quintessence? Quintessence is a bitch. Out of all of the elements he's managed to channel, the elusive power of the fifth element refuses to bend to his will – always slippery, stubborn, just out of reach. Which is exactly why when he bursts into Dew's room, breathless and determined, and insists he needs to practice harnessing the magick of the aether on him, Dew shrugs his shoulders and says yes without so much as a second thought.

And now Swiss has Dew settled in his desk chair, thumbs pressed against his temples, middle fingers resting on the sensitive ridges behind his pointed ears as he struggles to find the right positioning. Swiss' breath is steady and calm as he focuses on reaching deep inside of himself, trying so hard to tap into the fragments of dark power woven deep within his soul. Dew, on the other hand, is anything but calm. He breathes out in short, sharp bursts, his chest rising and falling with nervous anticipation as Swiss fumbles for control over the magick he barely understands, let alone commands. He doesn't think he's ever seen Swiss focus more on anything in his entire existence, but that doesn't make him any less tense.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Dew asks, eyes flicking towards Swiss' concentrated face. "Aeth's never put his hands there before-"

"Nope, I have no idea what I'm doing. But nobody ever told me I couldn't, so I'm doing it."

The fingers on his temples shift towards his hairline and Dew grips the edges of the chair in lieu of telling him briskly to fuck off.

"If you fry my brain I'll come back from the dead just to incinerate you."

"You're already dead," Swiss fires back. "Now quit whining, pipsqueak."

Dew huffs but stays put. "You're so annoying. I don't know why I let you talk me into this."

"If I'm being completely honest, I don't know why you would ever say yes."

He's just about to think of a clever retort when a sudden surge of Quintessence magic slams into the delicate tissues of his brain. It hits hard and in an instant it manages to grasp at his thoughts, seal his lips shut, and lock every muscle in his body in place. Panic bubbles up from his chest – oh shit, he can't move. Swiss jolts in surprise, like he can't believe it either, then lets out a nervous chuckle.

Dew is going to murder him once he gains back the ability to move his hands.

What in the Hells did you do to me? He shoots down the line through their connection, and Swiss looks at him like he's just sprouted a second head, a mix of confusion and amusement flickering in his eyes, then something more mischievous.

"Are you paralyzed?" Swiss asks, his tone half-serious, half-teasing.

Dew feels a chill run down his spine. Don't tell me that was unintentional...

"Definitely unintentional. But don't worry, I'll just go grab Aether if I can't figure out how to fix you," Swiss continues, an easy smile on his face. "Surely he'll know how to reverse it."

'Surely' is the worst word you could use right now.

Swiss is about to say that he knows what he's doing, but that would be the understatement of the century.